I went for my 2nd (follow-up) vaccine today.
The first one was a breeze. I hardly felt the injection, didn't get sick or even sore or nothing! I got this!
And, then I started hearing stories about the reactions some people got with the second one. Gee, that really revved me up for the next appointment. (sarcasm intended here)
Even my grandson-in-law (he's a doctor) Just telling you that so you will know that doctors aren't immune to pain. But, his arm was so sore he could hardly move it for several days.
So, I get up this morning, piddle around here, ignoring the clock until I couldn't ignore it any longer. My dr. office is just two blocks away so I didn't have a long drive ahead of me. I got there, parked at an end spot in the parking lot (you know, the curb is in front of you but there is also one along one side of your car). I will explain why that is important later.
I got checked in. An aide came and got me and I walked into the SHOT room.
And, here comes the nurse. I didn't look. Those needles always look like they are for giving an elephant a shot!
She says 'Big stick'. and I wait. A little twinge and then she walks off with the needle in her hand. I'll be 'John Brown', she's finished. That's cool.
I wait 30 minutes like they tell me to. I took my crossword puzzle book with me but listening to the other people waiting was more fun. One lady was 94 and she was spry as a spring chicken. And, some old gentleman (I couldn't see him) talked non-stop to the nurse. By the time he left, she knew his life history. And, so did the rest of us.
Well, it's been 9 hours since I got stuck! Nothing yet. No fever, no chills, no aches... I am going to quit listening to every Tom, Dick and Harry that talks about these shots.
You just watch... I am bragging and I bet you anything I get sick during the night. Just for spite!
Oh, I meant to tell you about parking my car. I had to cut the wheel pretty sharp to get in the spot. I am walking back to my car and died laughing. One back wheel was perched up on the curb and my car is sitting catty-wampus.
How did I not notice that when I got out? Maybe worrying about that needle, reckon?