I searched my archives for measles or immunizations, and the only related topic I found was flu. I get a flu shot every year. Amigo gets one every year. La Petite, now that she has medical coverage (Thanks, Mr. President!), gets her vaccine, too.
It’s not influenza that’s on people’s minds today. It’s an illness that was thought to be eradicated in the United States: measles.
I remember getting a mumps shot when my friend Julie had mumps. The vaccine was a new one; it wasn’t routine yet. It must have worked; no mumps for me. I remember getting a rubella vaccine when I was at the hospital after giving birth to La Petite. Routine blood tests showed I wasn’t immune, and I got the shot before going home. But measles? No memory of the illness or the shot.
People born before 1957 are considered immune because they were most likely exposed when they were young. I’m a 1960 baby boomer. Where does that leave me?
I did what a lot of baby boomers do: I emailed my mother.
According to Petunia, I may have had a mild case of measles when I was very young. She followed up by saying she remembered getting me a measles vaccine, but doesn’t have a written record.
So around and ’round and ’round I go. Do I need the shot? Nobody knows. While I dilly dally about getting a lab test to find out yea or nay, the city health department is setting up a vaccine clinic early one morning next week. I might just give in, get up, and go. It can’t hurt. Well, it could hurt… never mind.
As we know, measles can be a very serious illness. I remember lying in a darkened bedroom for days as a child, and it took a while to recover. My older brother was born “with” measles (the rash came out immediately after the birth) and was very sick with that.
As I remember Petunias older brother was a home birth. The Dr and dad stayed up all night. A few times he stopped breathing and the dr would shake him. The dr bill was $3.
That is a pickle…I’d get the vaccine if it wouldn’t cause you to get measles.
I was born in 1952. When I was a good boy and got sick I got a “goodie” from my dad. When I got the measles Dad gave me my first pocket knife. Then dad got out a bar of ivory soap and gave me a lesson in how to safely use the knife. The knife had sparkles on the handle. A very nice memory.