I got my second vaccine dose today. Hooray! And, because my car had finally returned home yesterday, I was able to drive myself to the clinic. Hooray again!
At the clinic was a man who insisted that he needed to lie down when he got the shot or else he’d pass out and end up lying down anyway. I used to have the same problem, so I know what it’s like, and I was glad they were able to accommodate his needs. But I also gave myself a mental pat on the back for having trained myself out of that reaction. Life is easier when you don’t have to fear needles. I haven’t gotten queasy from a shot since before the kids were born. I still always look away when I get jabbed, though, just to be safe.
It’s been nearly two hours since the jabbing, and my arm is starting to hurt, just like before. I hope the side-effects will be no worse than that. I left the weekend wide-open, though, because you just never know. And I’m going to go fold all the laundry on my daybed now, so that if I feel sick later I will have a comfy place to lie down and watch TV. However it goes, I’m proud of myself for having behaved like an adult by getting vaccinated as soon as I was eligible, and I’m thrilled to be two weeks away from returning to a semi-normal life.