I have felt a bit feverish this week, probably due to the inoculations I received last weekend. I have also had some head and joint ache, which I attribute to Lariam, a malaria prevention medicine I am eating on a weekly basis. Some of the side effects listed in the man pages—that is to say, the leaflet—include »psychiatric reactions such as depression, mood changes, anxiety, confusion, hallucinations, panic attacks, restlessness, forgetfulness, psychosis, paranoia, emotional instability, aggression, and agitation«. This seems suboptimal for a drug commonly taken prior to and during a visit to Africa. You are also supposed to ingest the tablet along with food and rich amounts of water; this, again, seems suboptimal.
Apparently, It is too late to inoculate for rabies and tuberculosis, so I will have to be extra cautious instead. I am only somewhat reassured by the fact that the rabies vaccine would only have given me 24 additional hours after exposure to seek medical attention before being doomed.
Receiving the inoculations at Cityvaccin was as charming an experience as ever. My first session was with a nurse who, well… I guess the proper way of saying it would be that she must have had an extraordinarily bad day at work. She refused to answer any questions about any of the diseases for which I was being inoculated. No, “refused” is not quite right, since there is a way to politely refuse an enquiry. There was not anything polite about her replies, at all. However, I am willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Besides, she did sound almost bitter about it, so I suspect she might have not been at liberty to give me any answers for liability reasons or other such rubbish. I did get another nurse for the second session, and she performed her duties quite well, and with a decent sense of bedside manners to boot.