It is a strange time. I had the first dose and as I went to State Farm Stadium, it was like a celebration. It felt that we were all heroes coming together to overcome this dreaded and unseen enemy, Covid. I had gotten an appointment at about midnight. It was strange staying up to then get the vaccine. I wondered how to get the second dose. Things were not so clear. It made me nervous when I learned that I had to get in 3 weeks from the last dose. I went on to the website to make an appointment and could not get in.
Thankfully, I got an email that directed me to make an appointment. I picked another Friday and this time, the only time slots available were from 1am to 6:30am. I opted for the earliest one. I don't know exactly what was wrong with me before. It had been a long week. I have had a lot of things on my mind. It was harder this time to stay up and I heard the second dose was harder.
I opted to get it in the same arm as I knew I couldn't afford not to have access to my dominant arm. I was treated different. I was here for the second dose. I didn't have a lot to learn. There were no warnings. You are a second doser. It felt less like a party. Even so, I was happy to have the dosage complete.
In waking up this morning, the pain in my arm is just the slightest bit sharper. My daughter said that I felt a little warmer but after some ibuprofen, I feel better. It hurts. I can't feel it but there is a heaviness in my arm because I know that there is pain there even if I can't feel it.
I am the first from my family unit to get the vaccine. I understand that I may require a booster. I understand that I need to continue to wear my mask to not get strains that are not covered by the vaccine. As school is starting back up again, I am of the opinion that teachers need to get their vaccines before in person instruction. I'm glad that I got it even though I'm sore today.
God bless you guys no matter what you think of the vaccine, the virus or anything else. May you live and not die. Praise the Lord!