They call us mellow yellow…
This morning, we went to a travel clinic in Pasadena to get our Yellow Fever shots and prescriptions for malaria pills. We got 4 of our other teammates together in order to get a group discount (sounds kinda funny on a shot, right? But you know how I am about discounts!)
We walked in, filled out our paperwork while the rest of the group showed up and went in for our consultations while they mixed the vaccine (we all pictured them in the back with martini shakers and made one-too-many “Cocktail” references).
From the consultation we learned that there about 40 other shots we could have gotten and that we really, really should stay away from stray dogs. Ok, so I know I am a canine magnet (what with all that Dog Whisperer I’ve seen), but I learned the “don’t talk to stray doggies” lesson when I was about 4… remember that ER trip, Dad? 
) True, I may have (recently) yelled at Alec to pull the car over so we could “save” a stray dog, then had it’s owner come around the corner looking at me like I’m crazy (oops, my bad! Just thought your dog was loose!!), but I know enough to let the African variety be.
All in all, the process was fast and painless. We each got a tiny little prick in the arm, a fancy yellow card to prove it and were on our way. Uganda, here we come!
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