Today its finally time for my COVID-19 booster shot. I’m good with that. Call me controversial but as we’ve had vaccine records for years and need proof of vaccine for say, holidays abroad etc., I’m good with having a record of my jabs too, not that we can travel too far anyway.
I’ve had various reports from friends and family that this is a nasty jab and will make me sick or just fine and will cause no issues so I’m planning to do exactly what I did last time. I’ll take a paracetamol before I go and one before bed. I’ll let you know what happens.
(Next door’s cat just wandered into the house. He lets himself in through the cat flap. Quite a chilled old boy and always hungry. He helps himself to food too. apparently I’m neither interesting not threatening and he’s gone back to eating from my cat’s bowls.)
So a couple of hours ago a kindly nurse (by which I mean a suitably qualified medical professional) stuck a needle full of Pfizers finest in my arm. I was made to sit and wait for 15 minutes before leaving the vaccination centre which was not the case after the Astra Zenica….except if you were driving…which I wasn’t on either occasion. 🤔 I suppose I should add that I walked there in the pouring rain and was soaked to tne skin from the hip down as I don’t own waterproof trousers. Let’s see if I catch a cold on this one.
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The morning after the jab before. Great night’s sleep. Heart rate up a little due to a late meal. Vaccine site sore as you would expect and I’m fine.
ffiftypluses 