So yesterday I got the Covid jab. As I said a week ago, I didn’t impose on a neighbor to help me make a special trip to town, sit in a joyless room for half an hour waiting my turn and then let a total stranger stick me with a syringe full of rather dodgy liquid out of some abiding and paralyzing fear of a disease I’m very unlikely to contract. I did it to keep peace with … well, the aforementioned neighbor, actually. So I’m not guilt-stricken over that.
I’m not sure if this is an after-action report or a progress report: upon arrival I was handed a four-sheet memo containing a lengthy and daunting list of possible side effects. About the only thing they promised definitely wouldn’t happen is getting the disease as a result of the vaccine. They specifically did not promise that the vaccine would prevent the disease.
The lady with the needle promised with assurance that my shoulder would be sore today, and it assuredly is. In fact I can’t actually raise my left arm over my head, so now I have a matched set. That started last night and will presumably go away.
And I woke up this morning feeling – not sick exactly, but not good. Mostly just tired and blown-out. I had a bad headache but a couple of aspirin took care of that surprisingly well. Fortunately I didn’t have a lot to do this morning because around 9:30 I just went to bed and didn’t roll back out till noon for bread-making. Apparently that’s also pretty common. The fatigue, that is; not the bread making.
Unfortunately I have to go back in a month for another jab, and I’m really looking forward to that. The things I do for my friends…