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Fully Vaxxed, Now What?
Today marks two weeks since my poor left shoulder received the second dose of the COVID-19 vaccine. It went smoothly, just like the first dose, but without the minor blood spurt this time. I suppose you can only be so special once.
The fact that it was a drive-thru clinic was weirdly awesome. It took all of five minutes from pulling up in the car to departing to the 15-minute wait zone where I had a nice chat with a clinic volunteer. She cheered when I told her it was my second dose. She had chunky beaded bracelets which slid up and down as she pumped her arms like a runner who breaks the finish line tape. Indeed, I was at the finish line. Almost.
Now, I definitely am-that is, for now, since we don’t know how long immunity lasts. But I don’t mind the uncertainty. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat, it was that painless and convenient. Well, I had a sore arm and felt slightly achy the day after, but mostly I just remember being so hungry when I got home that I inhaled a large slice of veggielicious pizza and a blueberry scone. Sitting there on the bench with oily fingers and my left shoulder working the tape and cotton ball look, it felt like a little send-off party for all the mRNA that were bouncing around my body, doing their thing.
Speaking of party, will I throw one now that I’m fully vaxxed? Maybe. But it will look less like a large…
