Thursday, 28 June 2012

The Third Story in my “First” Themed Month... My First Vaccination in Years!


The “Sweet” Life gets vaccinated!

For most of you, getting a vaccination is no big deal. Sure, nobody enjoys getting an injection, but it’s easy for most people to handle. This is where I’m really quite different. I have a fear of needles that I’ve never really seen in anyone else my own age. I’ve always been deathly afraid of needles; I distinctly remember my dear Mom taking me to get a flu vaccine when I was about nine years old and our doctor (bless him) had to chase me around the room until he eventually managed to give me the injection! I also remember when the clinic came to my school to vaccinate all the thirteen year old girls against Rubella, if I remember correctly – and I dare say I do – I was the only girl in the grade who cried. I didn’t have to deal with needles again until I had my wisdom teeth removed, but I actually passed out that time. So, to wrap up, I don’t like needles.

Anyway... A few months ago I was given an assignment for my text evaluation module; we had to find a patient information leaflet or a brochure and evaluate it in terms of text-focused methods. The Greek’s mom is a pharmacist so I asked her to get me a few brochures from the pharmacy so that I could look them all over and choose one to work on for the assignment. Out of the very wide variety of brochures that she gave me, I chose one that gave information on Human papillomavirus (HPV) and cervical cancer. The brochure was really informative but some of the statistics mentioned in there really scared me so, I did a bit of research on the topic of HPV and cervical cancer. It turns out that HPV can lead to all kinds of untoward issues like genital warts, too. What really scared me was the fact that, according to www.health24.com, cervical cancer affects one in thirty-four women in South Africa. There aren’t really symptoms, so oftentimes you don’t know you have it, until you do.
 
How scary is that?! Luckily there is a little ray of hope at the end of this very gloomy tunnel. There is now a vaccine that can prevent the spread of HPV and therefore, cervical cancer and another vaccine that protects against these medical conditions as well as genital warts. What will they think of next, huh?

However, I didn’t want to jump into anything that may have untoward effects later on so, I did a little research on that too. It turns out that there are some temporary side-effects that might be experienced after the vaccines, some of which include: 
  •  Light-headedness
  • Headaches
  • Flu-like symptoms
  • Nausea
Another potential issue is that one vaccine doesn’t cut it—it takes three vaccines, the first one, then one a month after that and the last one five months after the first. And at around R650 – R750 a jab, you’re looking at paying a pretty penny so, medical aid is advised! Another catch is that the vaccine is only recommended for patients under the age of twenty-six; so, if you’re like me, you only have a few years left to do it. While the temporary side-effects, costs and other pre-requisites might seem like a schlep, I think it’s important to remember the benefits as well. If you can protect yourself and eliminate the chances of being that one in thirty-four South African women who is affected by this dreadful illness, then why not? Right?

Well, that’s what I kept telling myself on the way to the doctor anyway. I was too much of a pansy to go on my own so dear Sarah drove me to the doctor and promised to come in with me and hold my hand. I was so nervous, my palms were sweaty and my heart was racing so fast I thought it might actually jump out of my chest, slap me across the face and jump back in. When we went into my doctor’s consulting room, I promised myself that there would not be a repeat of the running-around-the-room incident, mainly because that would be ridiculous at my age but also because I really like my new doctor and I would hate to have to go through the annoying process of finding another new one. So, instead of running around the room, I decided it would be a good idea to beg the good doctor not to hurt me. The man deserves a medal for being so nice to me, he was so sweet and understanding and he promised to be as gentle as possible. Sarah stood next to me and actually held my hand while I got vaccinated and told me that I am, without a doubt, the biggest baby she has ever met in her life. I cannot argue with her on that one! Now, Dear Reader, I should mention another side-effect of the vaccine... It hurts like the dickens!!! 

After this whole ordeal Sarah was nice enough to take me for ice-cream, and I’m not kidding when I say that it really did make me feel better. Unfortunately for me, I experienced all of the temporary side-effects after my first vaccine. My arm was swollen, red and very sore for about a week after the injection and I also managed to turn my flu-like symptoms into a chest infection. But at the end of the day, I survived. My second vaccine wasn’t nearly as bad and I managed to escape with none of the side-effects the second time around, apart from my arm being red, swollen and sore again. I even went to the doctor all on my own for the second vaccine and I didn’t even need an ice-cream afterwards (how brave am I, right?).

My final vaccine is due in November, after which I will be protected against HPV and cervical cancer. I dare say that three little vaccines, a bit of a hefty price and some mild side-effects are a very small price to pay in return for protection against some really scary illnesses. I’d recommend the vaccine to all of my friends and readers. The great thing is it’s not just for women. Since HPV is spread mainly by semen, men are responsible for protecting the women in their lives too. If a woman gets vaccinated, she protects her cervix but if a man gets vaccinated, he’s protecting the cervix of every woman he has a sexual encounter with. So, to all my readers, please consider getting vaccinated! For more information on the vaccine visit: www.everything-i-can.co.za.

Stay tuned for my final “first-themed” post. Until then, keep it sweet!

Tuesday, 19 June 2012

The Second Story in my “First” Themed Month... My First Graduation Ceremony


The “Sweet” Life gets qualified!

Qualified for what, I am not sure... You see, dear Reader, my first tertiary qualification is a BA Degree. I majored in English and Visual Culture and Communication while also taking modules in Information Science, Art History, Sociology, Psychology and Economics, among others. One of the big jokes on campus regarding BA students is: “What’s the difference between a BA Degree and a chicken?” and the very witty answer to that is: “A chicken can feed a family of four”. Ha ha ha... Note the sarcastic laugh. Us BAs shrug these comments off and laugh along with the crowd but the truth of the matter is that they hurt! I cannot speak for other BA students and graduates, but I am really quite petrified that I won’t find a decent, well-paying job with my BA Degree. Especially since I just did a general degree as opposed to a degree in which one specialises in a certain field. I suppose that I am trying to compensate for that by doing my Honours now.

This all ties in with the story of my first graduation ceremony because while most people are incredibly excited for their graduation ceremonies, I was actually dreading mine. Most peoples’ parents are extremely proud of them for graduating while my Dad was probably just grateful that I’d eventually managed to get my degree! You see, my undergraduate studies were a rocky road that my Dad and I travelled together for what felt like decades. I studied Consumer Science for a year and a half before I switched to BA. I met so many wonderful people and made treasured memories with them during my first year-and-a-half of studying but I was just not cut out for that field of study. Naturally, my poor marks (and many failed modules) left me feeling despondent and actually led to me falling into a pit of depression until my darling Mom convinced my Dad to let me change my course of study. Bless her; she may just have saved my life!
Of course, my dear ole’ Dad wasn’t pleased with me. He’d practically wasted a year-and-a-half’s worth of tuition money on me, and anyone who has ever studied will know that this sort of thing doesn’t exactly come cheap! But he supported me and stood by me in my decision and with the help of my big sister I chose a BA degree and selected my many, many subjects. Luckily for me (and Daddy’s finances) I thrived in my new BA environment! I loved most of my modules and my marks improved enormously and eventually I found myself signing off the forms to confirm that I would be attending the Autumn graduation ceremony for BA graduates.

In the weeks leading up to my graduation ceremony I kept hearing this annoying little voice in the back of my head... It kept repeating those stupid little BA jabs and saying things like: “Please, no one will ever hire you...” and “You’re just a BA...” and “What a waste of four years of studying...” My sister kept asking me if she should make a booking somewhere nice so we could all go out for lunch to celebrate after the ceremony and she and my Mom kept asking me what I was going to wear and while I knew they all meant well and they were just excited for me, all I could hear was the little voice that just kept getting louder and louder until eventually it started shouting at the Greek a few nights before the ceremony when the dreaded topic came up in conversation. The Greek was so supportive and tried to console me but, needless to say, I was not particularly thrilled at being consoled by my genius Chemical Engineer boyfriend! So, I just bottled up all my insecurities and let them fester at the bottom of my heart until the “big” day arrived.

I woke up on Monday 23 April 2012 with a cramp on my tummy - nerves no doubt, and a big lump in my throat. I felt like I might just crack at any moment and be reduced to a sobbing mess all over again. My folks came to fetch me from the flat so that we could all drive to the venue together. They looked so fancy, all dressed up and excited for the occasion. None of the friends I’d made in class were graduating with me so I went to my seat alone and waited for the ceremony to begin. It was fairly straight-forward as far as graduation ceremonies go and because my surname begins with a “C”, I got my degree certificate fairly early and ended up watching about two-hundred other people get their degrees and about fifty others get their post-graduate degrees. I think the only exciting part of the whole ceremony was when I walked off stage and almost forgot to collect my degree certificate from the ladies standing at the side of the hall! Can you imagine?! Then all that fuss would have been for nothing!

The family lunch afterwards was lovely. The food was incredible and the hugs from my proud family, especially the cuddles from my beautiful little niece, were so special. My family wanted to know how I felt now that I had graduated and I was honest with them about how worried I was that it had all been a waste and that I wouldn’t ever find a job. They couldn’t understand how I could think that it had all been a waste. My Mom argued that no form of education is ever a waste; it’s something so valuable that no one can ever take from you. My sister pointed out that she and her husband both got degrees and now they are both doing incredibly well for themselves in fields that have nothing to do with what they studied! My Dad didn’t say anything, he just sat and listened. But I know that he felt proud of me. Knowing that made me feel so much better about the whole situation, and seeing how my sister’s life has turned out made me realise that everything works out as it should and according to God’s plan for us. Perhaps it’s a little bit pointless to focus on the future so much when I should be enjoying the present. At the end of the day, I got my first degree and I think that’s pretty sweet!