Yesterday, about 2 p.m. (our actual appointment time!), Joyce and I both got our second anti-Covid shot (we had the Pfizer). So far, as I sit here typing a little before 10 a.m., I have a bit of soreness in my right shoulder; Joyce, the same--plus a little joint pain. No fever or other unpleasant symptoms.
A relief.
We had read/heard that some people have had a tough time with #2, so I guess we're lucky.
Our experience down in Stark County was very similar to our last one--with one exception: far fewer people there this time. Not sure why. Last time we waited in a long line, clear out to the door. This time, right in we went.
And, as last time, everyone working and/or volunteering there was surpassingly kind, from the people helping us through the door, to people checking us in, to those guiding us to the vaccine desks, to the nurses injecting us, to the firefighter/first-aid helper who stayed with us for the mandatory waiting period (15 minutes) to make sure we were not having a bad reaction.
All those waiting were also grateful and friendly—and so many of us needed help (they found a wheelchair for me—I just can’t be on my feet very long, even with a walker).
And then it was over, then we were on the road home, then I was feeling surges of gratitude, once again, for those helpers at the site, for the helper who has been at my side for more than a half-century.
I wish, so deeply, that people would be as careful as they can—it’s the only way we will emerge from this.
We need to remember that not only are we fellow citizens; we are also fellow human beings.
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