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March 17, 2006
>I know you were wondering where I’ve been. Well, we had a little, erm, lockjaw scare. But don’t worry. Everything’s fine.
Two days ago, I paid a visit to our family doctor. My husband forced me to go after three weeks of hearing me complain about a large scrape on my knee that won’t heal.
“You have to go,” he said. “We’re going skiing next week. I want this thing cleared up.”
“But I don’t have anyone to watch the baby,” I whined.
“I’ll stay home and watch the baby.”
“But he’ll give me a shot.”
“No he won’t. He’ll give you a topical antibiotic.”
In the examining room a few days later, the doctor got right to the point.
“I’m going to give you an oral antibiotic and a cream to put on the wound,” he said. “And you need a tetanus shot. Unless you’ve had one in the last ten years.”
Fuck. “Oh, yeah. I’ve had one pretty recently, actually.”
“When?”
“I don’t remember exactly. But I definitely remember getting one. I was in high school and it hurt like hell.” High school? You fool! Why did you say high school?! Doh!
The doctor chuckled. “High school? You need a tetanus shot.”
The shot itself didn’t hurt at all. And for the rest of the day, I was fine. But when I woke up the next morning, my shoulder hurt. By late afternoon yesterday, it was fucking killing me. And by evening, I was a drooling, feverish vegetable moaning on the Barcolounger.
Hubs hovered nervously over me. “I’m going to look up ‘tetanus vaccine side effects’ on the Internet,” he said.
“Aaaaaghadaaaag,” I replied.
In a few minutes, he came back, his brow furrowed in concern. “The vaccination side effects are supposed to be pretty mild,” he said, “But didn’t you tell me your neck hurt?”
“Yeah.”
“And you have a fever. And what about your jaw? Does your jaw feel stiff? Because I think you might have lockjaw. It’s caused by tetanus.”
“Lockjaw?! Hubs, you can’t get tetanus from the tetanus vaccine.“
“But I think you may have gotten the vaccination too late. You already had gotten tetanus from the scrape. And now, you have lockjaw. I’m going to watch you very closely. I think you should go to bed. And if you can’t move your jaw, tell me immediately. Or you could die. “
I climbed in bed, shivering, and dazedly imagined myself skiing in a few days. Although I’d bought some expensive ski pants and borrowed a really cute jacket from a friend, the entire effect would be ruined by my unsightly jaw, locked open in a perpetual silent scream. I’d choke on snow and immediately fall right onto the wound on my knee that won’t heal. For the rest of the week, I’d stumble around the lodge, gimp-legged and open-mouthed, avoided and whispered about by all the other stylish guests.
Lockjaw. Fuck. Why me?
Fortunately, I woke up this morning fever-free and jaw mercifully unlocked. Hubs frankly seemed a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t be called upon to rush his lockjawed wife to the hospital. But when I told him my neck was still stiff just now on the phone, he had some encouraging words.
“You don’t have a crazy grin, do you?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“I read a lot about lockjaw last night. The first sign is neck stiffness and a crazy grin that won’t go away. Three days later, you’re dead.”
I laughed. “Yeah, right.”
“I am totally serious.”
“But if I have a crazy grin, I’ll just go to the hospital and they’ll cure me.”
“They’ll try. You’ll have to stay there 4-6 weeks and they’ll cut the wound open and keep it open that entire time.”
“Ewwwww!”
“We’ve got to keep close tabs on this, Lucinda. I mean it.”
Now I’m checking the mirror every five minutes, just to make sure a maniacal smile isn’t plastered across my face. Damn. If I have lockjaw, I will be sooooo pissed…
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>My husband would be disappointed because he won’t get to say to the triage nurse:Yep. *ahem* she’s got LOCKJAW. *smile*
>my husband would be upset that he didn’t get to do the damn “I told you so” dance I invented….I love doing that dance.
>Holy, crap, Lucinda! I’m glad you’re OK. Go back to the doctor if your leg doesn’t get better though and tell him of your side effects. That’s kind of scary!
>Do you know if it’s possible to get lockjaw – and have it locked closed? Could be an interesting problem (or benefit if you’re the spouse – ha ha)
>Oh my God, I am sorry to be so insensitive to your potential lockjaw, but that made me laugh so hard!
>Oh you poor thing–what a miserable experience all aroun. I’m usually pretty laid back about cuts and bruises, but if they take more than a week to heal, I pay attention. Hope everything is better already. Keep us updated–oh, and the image you painted of you skiing with lock jaw was quite hysterical in the New Yorker cartoon sort of way.
>Ooooh Lucinda. We leave you alone for five minutes….I truly hope you’re fully scowling and nothing more. I’d hate to call you The Joker. It would just be mean. And I don’t want to be mean (giggle).I was convinced I had spinal meningitis last weekend because of a stiff neck and fever. I’m a google whore like your husband. I read the symptoms, shakily got up from the computer, kissed my family goodbye, and crawled into bed to weep.Fortunately you and I both made it through the night ;). I think we’ll be fine.
>The crazy grin part scares me the most. I have one on my face right now!
>Straight up, no lie: I drooled on my desk because I was laughing so hard through this post.
>But, if your jaw is locked in a crazy grin, how will you tell anybody what’s wrong? Also, if you start frothing, please check into the possibility of rabies, because that would suck on a ski trip, too.
>My husband keeps trying to get me to get the tetnus shot. Not going to happen. I’ll risk LockJaw….
>Another side efect is commenting on litte kid’s blogs.*crazy grin*
>I have been home alone all week with my children, and four to six weeks in hospital is sounding pretty good right now . . .
>What if a maniacal smile is your normal look? How would you know when you got three days from death?
>Um, sorry but that’s a pretty hilarious image.. I had my Tetanus shot 2 weeks ago, and I swear my shoulder STILL hurts like a son of a. Have fun skiing, try and be careful??
>Crazy grin like Jack Nicholson in Batman? That would be wild. I am all up on my shots. I went to Vietnam last summer and they scare you into getting all sorts of vaccines.
>If perchance you DO have lockjaw can we get pictures, just for research purposes of course.Hey maybe that is what is wrong with me, I think mine is I get a free trip to LA again grin though LOL
>That’s the scariest funniest shit I have hear in a long time. I can only hope you DON’T get lockjaw and MY husband would be disappointed too. I think we need pictures. For um, reassurance, or um possible prevention. Yeah.
>I thought lockjaw was just a quirk that preppy Connecticut people affected to sound fancy. This changes everything.
>I’m glad you’re alright, your husband seemed a little excited about the whole thing though huh lol. I always have a mild case of lockjaw…am I going to die?
>Wow, I’ve never heard of anyone actually having lockjaw. Glad you’re okay!
>Kristen- My husband really would say something like that, too. Or at least, wish he had said it… ;)Cursingmama- My father in law has the best I told you so dance I’ve ever seen. He looks like Rumplestiltskin when he does it and it is SO ANNOYING.Christina- Thank you- My leg is finally looking better as of this morning.Lena- I do stuff like that ALL THE TIME. It is worth a post of its own.SJ- Glad I’m not the only one. I successfully resisted for years. But my doctor was so kindly matter-of-fact about it that I would’ve looked like a big wimp if I’d fussed and refused.Karen Rani- You got any other family members under 18 whose blogs I can comment on? Cause I’m on a roll…Susan- I thought the same thing- ’til I heard about the open wound part.Sarah- I think I know a few people who would fit in that category.Wendywings & Virenda- No pictures! No PICTURES!Miss Misery- The psychic in me says you are doomed to live a long and happy life.Vanessa- Lockjaw is extremely rare. The last person to get it stabbed himself accidentally with a rusty pitchfork years and years ago. (This information brought to you by lockjaw specialist, Hubs)
>those tetnus shots HURT!!!!!! crazy grin. hmmmmmmmmm.
>You are so funny!
>I’d be all over WebMD if I were you. You can’t go down the slopes looking like the Scream Mask or The Joker. You’ll make all of the little kids cry!Maybe if your husband sucks the tetanus serum from the shot site like a snake bite it could reverse the effects…It may not work but it would sure put an end to him giving you a hard time about it 😉
>Ack! I am trying to eat vegetable rotini here, K-lo!
>That sounds fucking horrendous. But you’ll be fine. I often walk around with a crazy grin, and I’m not dead — yet.
>AAAAH! Look what happens when I turn my back! Glad you’re better, my friend.
>Hopefully with lockjaw you can still type. Looking forward to hearing how the ski vacation went…
>I always get sick from those shots too, even though you’re not supposed too, so you’re not alone. Are you really susceptible to medicine too? like a single tylemol cold can put you OUT for 24 hours? I suspect it’s part of the same thing.