Yesterday after I picked up Katie from school we went to the county health department and finally got our flu shots. I heard on NPR that's it's not too late. Each time we had a chance to go last fall Katie was sick, so we had to keep putting it off. Then I thought it was too late in the season, until I heard the report on NPR. Better late than never.
Katie complained that she didn't want to get a shot.
"I don't want to get a shot either. But I'd rather get one little shot that will pinch for like three seconds than get sick with the flu for three weeks. Would you rather get a shot or get sick again?" I reasoned.
This child has had three bouts of fever-causing illnesses since September, which caused her to miss her class field trip, the holiday meal, and too many play dates to count. She immediately replied, "Get a shot!"
So we did, and it was no big deal. I felt sorry for the nurse. She looked overworked. We were two of her last patients for the day, so as we started to leave I said, "I hope you get to go home soon and put on your robe."
She laughed, but I was serious. I can think of fewer pleasures in life better than the embrace of a good robe.
Katie and I headed to Costco after getting our shots. As we headed toward the samples, or as I like to call them, the after-school snacks, I saw a display of super-soft robes on sale for ten bucks.
"Oh wait. Let me see if they have my size," I said, stopping the cart. "They do! This is only ten dollars! Don't you think I need another robe?" I asked my six-year-old shopping companion.
Katie rolled her eyes and said, flatly, "Mom, if you get one more robe you'll be the Robe Queen."
I can think of few honors better than that.
I didn't buy the robe though. Katie's right. I already have three, no four, perfectly good robes at home. I left this one for another person my size who might not be so well-off in the robe department.
But it got me thinking. You know how vaccine works by giving you just a little bit of the dead virus so your body builds up antibodies to battle it? I suggest we take a similar approach to illness prevention by upping our national robe-wearing. What do people do when they get sick? They put on their robes and get comfy. I think the healing properties of robes has been overlooked by the medical establishment. I have barely had a sniffle this season, and I attribute that to my daily robe-wearing habit. Each time I put on my robe, my body says, "Uh oh. She's sick again. Let's build up some antibodies." But see, by robe-wearing in perfect health, I trick my body into protecting itself from viruses that could actually make me sick. Just like vaccine. Try it.
I look forward to the day when we'll all be part of a nation of healthy Robe Queens and Kings.