By We live in weird times.
I suppose after over two years of a global pandemic, that really goes without saying. Add in the fact that I live in Florida and really, I should see this as all perfectly normal. Hell, there were people marching and waving Nazi flags down the street from my house yesterday. And this wasn’t the first time that had happened in the past few months and, sadly, it won’t be the last.
Please don’t even try to hit me with “well if you hate it some much, why don’t you leave” because that isn’t an option or a solution and that’s a rant for another time.
The weirdness I’m referring to came yesterday during a trip to my local CVS.
Weirdly, I don’t find myself in CVS all that often and it’s usually because I’m travelling and I forgot something. Last time I went to CVS was in New Hampshire because I forgot deodorant and was about to go speak in front of a bunch of middle schoolers.
Not a good time to smell.
Anyway, the point is, I was in CVS yesterday and while I was looking at allergy medicine (because Florida seems to want me to stop breathing) the pharmacist approached me and asked if I had been vaccinated.
Not the best pick-up line but who am I to judge?
I let him know that I had, indeed, been vaccinated and boosted. Matter of fact, this was the same pharmacist that had given me my booster back in November and I was a little insulted he didn’t remember me. It had only been six months and you’d think he’d remember jabbing needles into my arm! (I also got my flu shot at the same time… it was my first every flu shot. Coupled with a COVID booster… so that was a lot of fun…)
He asked which vaccine I had received (#TeamPfizer) and if I was interested in a booster.
Again, not the best pick-up line but beggars can’t be choosers.
I didn’t have a lot going on yesterday so I figured, why the hell not. My vaccine card was in my car so I went and grabbed in and joined the nice man in the lab coat in the little jabby room. I was a little hurt that he saw his own handwriting on the card and made no comment, like our time together meant nothing to him.
He jabbed my arm and told me to hang around for 15 minutes in case I died, and then I went about my day.
I decided at that point that if there ever was an excuse to be lazy for the rest of the day, this was it. I never had bad side effects from the shots but my body wasn’t a fan of them either. My first booster (coupled with the flu shot) let me feeling sluggish and feverish for the better part of a week and I’m not sure whose fault it was.
I grabbed lunch and went home feeling pretty okay. I ended up sitting in bed and watching TV for a bit, feeling pretty okay. It wasn’t until after a couple hours that I stood up to go to the bathroom that I started to feel dizzy.
The dizziness stuck with me through most of the night along with an on again/off again fever. So it turned into a nice night of hydrating and watching movies.
I really have no complaints.
So that’s the story of how I got my second booster shot.
I’m heading out on a cruise in a few days so I’m not mad about the extra, extra protection. I’ve made it this long without catching COVID so might as well keep the streak going.
I guess the moral of the story is that, sometimes, it’s okay to say ‘yes’ to drugs. But only when a nice man in a lab coat approaches you in CVS.
That’s how you know it’s okay.
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