A few months ago, I got a call from a young woman.
She had just returned from a visit to a hospital where she had been taken off her flu shot.
She asked to speak to my family, who didn’t understand her request, and I agreed.
She said that the vaccine was so expensive that it was “like taking out a loan,” and she would like to have a little more time to talk.
My family and I were on the phone for several hours.
I knew that this was a serious situation and I wanted to make sure that my sister, brother, and her daughter were well.
But I didn’t want to leave her feeling helpless.
I asked her if she could send me the vaccine.
I said that if she did, I would make sure she received the shot, because she needed it for her flu vaccination.
She smiled and replied, “Yes.”
My family was happy that she understood the situation.
We had a very happy conversation.
And then, the next day, she went to a doctor and got the flu vaccine.
A few days later, I had a serious coughing fit.
I felt like I had been hit by a bus.
When I went to the hospital, I was rushed into the ICU.
The doctor told me that she had had a large amount of virus circulating in my body and was worried that I was about to contract it.
She told me not to worry, and she was right.
A week later, she had a CT scan.
It revealed a large piece of tissue that looked like a finger.
The doctors told me it was an infection on my lungs.
I was given antibiotics and a bronchoscopy.
When my family and doctors saw that the virus was completely gone, they were devastated.
After the scan, they told me they were happy to have gotten rid of it and to get a second shot.
But the doctor said that they had been unable to get the flu shots to work.
She went back to work at the hospital and said that she was so happy she had the flu.
The flu shots didn’t work for me.
I had the same problem with the flu last summer.
My sister’s and my daughter’s vaccinations didn’t help.
I still have the flu today.
After I had received the flu jab in August, I noticed that my body was unusually cold.
I got up, walked outside, and started to sweat.
My temperature was so high that I felt as though I were in the desert.
It was at that point that I decided to try a different flu shot that had worked in the past.
When we got to the clinic, I felt extremely relieved that I had gotten a vaccine.
But that night, my stomach hurt.
I didn, in fact, have a flu shot before.
But now I was so ill that I could barely walk to the restroom and I was having trouble breathing.
I could only manage two hours of exercise a day, which included walking to the bathroom and the kitchen to wash the dishes.
I lost about eight pounds during the week before the flu, and the flu didn’t seem to bother me.
But on the second day of the flu season, I lost another two pounds.
By the end of the week, my symptoms had worsened.
I went into the hospital for a blood test.
I started to feel like I was dying.
After several tests, the doctor diagnosed me with Guillain-Barre Syndrome, or GBS.
It is a neurological disorder in which nerve cells die and a person cannot feel anything.
This makes it hard to think, talk, or move, and sometimes it can cause seizures.
My symptoms began to subside about a week after I got the vaccine and I began to get better.
I began feeling better after the flu was gone.
But then my stomach began to hurt again.
This time, it was severe and I couldn’t stand up or move.
The stomach felt like it was on fire.
I kept trying to walk to my car and I could not do so because I was too ill.
The next day I went home.
I did not have a fever, so I decided that I should go to the doctor for the next round of shots.
When the doctor first examined me, he told me I was fine.
But he was so worried that the flu might return and that I would lose my immune system, and he suggested that I get a third shot to try to restore my immune function.
This was the first time I had ever been given a flu vaccine and the first dose I received did not help.
The second shot did not even help me to feel any better.
The third shot did help me feel better.
But my stomach felt so bad that I wanted it to stop.
I called my sister to come over and help me get up.
But after I told her about my situation, she couldn’t help me.
She and my husband couldn’t even see me or tell me that I needed help.
When they finally got a