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May. 11th, 2021 08:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cahnI am all vaccinated! Got the second dose on Friday. It was actually all pretty smooth for me, including the side effects.
The local hospital, which we live less than a five-minute drive from, has set up an outdoor drivethrough clinic that has been the main venue for covid-19 shots (all Pfizer), and starting three weeks ago had a dramatic increase in availibility (before that it was really difficult to make an appointment; after that one could make an appointment for the next-day or even same-day). They've got it set up as well and as efficiently as you'd expect such a large operation to be, and none of it was any hassle. One interesting thing is that they write in blue washable marker on your car window the time of your shot (so they know for how long to watch you afterwards) and which shot it is (first or second) and before I took my first shot, I'd seen people driving around with this blue marker on their car and hadn't realized what it was. Now that I do, it makes me happy every time I see one :)
(hamsterwoman, you'll notice this is different from what I told you before -- I found out that there were spaces two days before my first appointment, and it is so convenient that it didn't make sense not to cancel my other appointment.)
My first shot I only had a sore arm the day afterwards. The second shot I had prepared for much worse side effects, D knew he was watching the kids Saturday, etc. Friday I didn't feel anything except actually my arm got sore right away this time, and then Friday evening I was tired, but that might just have been because I hadn't slept well the night before. In the middle of the night Fri night I woke up and was cold and needed an extra blanket, but I'm not sure whether that counts as "chills"? It didn't feel like flu chills, just like I was colder than normal.
Saturday I was pretty tired in the morning and took a nap late morning (which I never do unless I'm sick); after that I wasn't tired but I did have muscle/body aches. Not to the point where I ever felt super bad -- I played a couple of board games with the kids, for instance -- but enough that I didn't feel like doing much at all, and I sent D out for anything that involved going out of the house (e.g., picking up library holds, taking the kids biking). I would characterize it as about as bad as a bad cold, and I suspect that if I'd felt that way as a result of sickness and I'd tried to work I would have probably been able to get about an hour of work done and then either spent the rest of the time surfing the interwebs (and therefore counting it as a sick day afterwards on my timecard) or if I were smart would have given up early and offically taken the rest of the day as a sick day. It was odd, actually, to feel achy but not tired or feverish, as every other time in my life I've had muscle aches like that it's gone along with having something like the flu and feeling tired and feverish at the same time. By Sunday I felt just fine, maybe a bit tired but that's kind of my baseline these days, the body aches were gone and the arm soreness was receding as well.
I'd prepared for feeling like I did during the Mystery Illness of Feb 2020 which may have been covid-19 or may have been the flu, but either way knocked me down to the extent that, even with liberal application of ibuprofen, for a couple of days I wasn't able to do anything but lie in bed and think about how horrible I felt (and then felt super tired and draggy for a month afterwards). But it wasn't anything like as near that bad -- not at all even in the same ballpark. (I know some people have had that bad an experience, but I was fortunate enough not to.)
Interestingly, almost always when I'm not feeling well I prefer to do things like write DW posts -- but Saturday somehow I really didn't want to type at all. Instead I took basically the whole day to knit about 3/4 of a second worsted-weight sock (the first 1/4 already being done), that being about the level at which I wanted to engage with the world -- possibly because the muscle aches made me want to do things involving nice tactile sensations, and computers didn't cut it? IDK. (Interestingly, I wanted to knit and didn't want to crochet.) So now I have socks! I will post about them at some point. For now, let it suffice to say that it is very obvious which of the socks I knitted first, and that both of them are very obviously first-knit projects. Lol!
The local hospital, which we live less than a five-minute drive from, has set up an outdoor drivethrough clinic that has been the main venue for covid-19 shots (all Pfizer), and starting three weeks ago had a dramatic increase in availibility (before that it was really difficult to make an appointment; after that one could make an appointment for the next-day or even same-day). They've got it set up as well and as efficiently as you'd expect such a large operation to be, and none of it was any hassle. One interesting thing is that they write in blue washable marker on your car window the time of your shot (so they know for how long to watch you afterwards) and which shot it is (first or second) and before I took my first shot, I'd seen people driving around with this blue marker on their car and hadn't realized what it was. Now that I do, it makes me happy every time I see one :)
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hamsterwoman, you'll notice this is different from what I told you before -- I found out that there were spaces two days before my first appointment, and it is so convenient that it didn't make sense not to cancel my other appointment.)My first shot I only had a sore arm the day afterwards. The second shot I had prepared for much worse side effects, D knew he was watching the kids Saturday, etc. Friday I didn't feel anything except actually my arm got sore right away this time, and then Friday evening I was tired, but that might just have been because I hadn't slept well the night before. In the middle of the night Fri night I woke up and was cold and needed an extra blanket, but I'm not sure whether that counts as "chills"? It didn't feel like flu chills, just like I was colder than normal.
Saturday I was pretty tired in the morning and took a nap late morning (which I never do unless I'm sick); after that I wasn't tired but I did have muscle/body aches. Not to the point where I ever felt super bad -- I played a couple of board games with the kids, for instance -- but enough that I didn't feel like doing much at all, and I sent D out for anything that involved going out of the house (e.g., picking up library holds, taking the kids biking). I would characterize it as about as bad as a bad cold, and I suspect that if I'd felt that way as a result of sickness and I'd tried to work I would have probably been able to get about an hour of work done and then either spent the rest of the time surfing the interwebs (and therefore counting it as a sick day afterwards on my timecard) or if I were smart would have given up early and offically taken the rest of the day as a sick day. It was odd, actually, to feel achy but not tired or feverish, as every other time in my life I've had muscle aches like that it's gone along with having something like the flu and feeling tired and feverish at the same time. By Sunday I felt just fine, maybe a bit tired but that's kind of my baseline these days, the body aches were gone and the arm soreness was receding as well.
I'd prepared for feeling like I did during the Mystery Illness of Feb 2020 which may have been covid-19 or may have been the flu, but either way knocked me down to the extent that, even with liberal application of ibuprofen, for a couple of days I wasn't able to do anything but lie in bed and think about how horrible I felt (and then felt super tired and draggy for a month afterwards). But it wasn't anything like as near that bad -- not at all even in the same ballpark. (I know some people have had that bad an experience, but I was fortunate enough not to.)
Interestingly, almost always when I'm not feeling well I prefer to do things like write DW posts -- but Saturday somehow I really didn't want to type at all. Instead I took basically the whole day to knit about 3/4 of a second worsted-weight sock (the first 1/4 already being done), that being about the level at which I wanted to engage with the world -- possibly because the muscle aches made me want to do things involving nice tactile sensations, and computers didn't cut it? IDK. (Interestingly, I wanted to knit and didn't want to crochet.) So now I have socks! I will post about them at some point. For now, let it suffice to say that it is very obvious which of the socks I knitted first, and that both of them are very obviously first-knit projects. Lol!
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Date: 2021-05-13 05:16 am (UTC)