When I was in my mid-20s, like most, I went through a career shift. I had moved to the States with my husband and found a job at a company I liked, but didn’t feel purposeful. I was 27 and knew it was time to go back to school.
I started taking classes at a local in-state university and settled on communication. I liked it well enough, I had been doing it for years and I told myself that I could work for a non-profit when I graduated and somehow change the world that way.
At the same time the H1N1 pandemic flu outbreak began to garner attention on the news. I paid little attention to it. I had always gotten my flu shot, less out of a greater responsibility to prevent the spread of the flu, but because I didn’t want to get the flu myself. At the time, I reasoned that I would get the H1N1 flu shot once it was opened up to those who weren’t in a priority group. Until I could get the shot I reasoned that I wasn’t likely to get H1N1 and that it wouldn’t be severe if I got it.
Sound familiar, risk communicators?
Then I got it. Continue reading