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pameladeanI seem to have gotten off pretty easily with my first COVID-19 shot. My arm eventually started hurting and reached maximum annoyance when I was making a late dinner. Reaching out or up were Not Approved. But these actions could be performed and elicited only the occasional yelp or groan; they were not excruciating or debilitating. I also took two unplanned naps, aided by Saffron. Whether those had anything to do with the shot directly or were the result of my having had a migraine the day before and then needing to get up early, for me, to make the appointment, I have no idea.
Today I'm still pretty tired, but my arm stopped hurting almost on the dot of four, when yesterday I got the injection. This is slightly eerie to me, but I'll take it.
It's very warm for March in Minnesota. I have the office window open. Just now a couple of people walked by, and a child's voice declaimed, "So then I said, 'RELEASE THE CANNONBALLS' and THEN the -- " at which moment a blodge of traffic went by, released by the traffic light at 36th Street, and distorted the rest of the sentence. Chickens might have been involved? Kittens? Crickets? I have no idea. I glanced out the south-facing window at the retreating walkers, and saw a very Minnesotan sight: a woman and child in puffy jackets, socks and winter boots, and shorts.
David came home from Cleveland on February 17, and will be out of quarantine this Friday. I haven't seen him since December 14. It will be pleasant to catch up.
I feel some lightening of my burden of stress with even the first vaccine shot. I hope the floodgates of vaccine do open soon and everybody else can get vaccinated as well. I did not think that failing to restrict partners and my friends in general to a very narrow age range would result in quite the situation we have at present. My household has an age range, my partner I don't live with is twelve years younger; my long-running much-loved tea group has an age range; my mother, now fully vaccinated, lives with my brother, who's just enough younger than I am that he will have to wait at least another month. There are also just the random vagaries of how a limited supply of vaccine gets handed out. David is just as eligible as I am under Minnesota's current rules, but we are both with HealthPartners, which is being very slow. I was seen at HCMC for many years and they decided to offer me a shot; but he never was, and so must wait for our actual provider or find something at a pharmacy. Those slots are in very short supply and vanish like the snow. Well, as snow is supposed to vanish. Despite the warm temperatures, ours is taking its sweet time to go away, and just as well, really. It's too early to have bare ground. There will be cold again.
Earlier this afternoon cardinals were calling back and forth in the front yard and across the street. I haven't seen a robin yet, but that doesn't mean they aren't out there.
Pamela
Edited for homonym failure and then typoes. Yeesh.
Today I'm still pretty tired, but my arm stopped hurting almost on the dot of four, when yesterday I got the injection. This is slightly eerie to me, but I'll take it.
It's very warm for March in Minnesota. I have the office window open. Just now a couple of people walked by, and a child's voice declaimed, "So then I said, 'RELEASE THE CANNONBALLS' and THEN the -- " at which moment a blodge of traffic went by, released by the traffic light at 36th Street, and distorted the rest of the sentence. Chickens might have been involved? Kittens? Crickets? I have no idea. I glanced out the south-facing window at the retreating walkers, and saw a very Minnesotan sight: a woman and child in puffy jackets, socks and winter boots, and shorts.
David came home from Cleveland on February 17, and will be out of quarantine this Friday. I haven't seen him since December 14. It will be pleasant to catch up.
I feel some lightening of my burden of stress with even the first vaccine shot. I hope the floodgates of vaccine do open soon and everybody else can get vaccinated as well. I did not think that failing to restrict partners and my friends in general to a very narrow age range would result in quite the situation we have at present. My household has an age range, my partner I don't live with is twelve years younger; my long-running much-loved tea group has an age range; my mother, now fully vaccinated, lives with my brother, who's just enough younger than I am that he will have to wait at least another month. There are also just the random vagaries of how a limited supply of vaccine gets handed out. David is just as eligible as I am under Minnesota's current rules, but we are both with HealthPartners, which is being very slow. I was seen at HCMC for many years and they decided to offer me a shot; but he never was, and so must wait for our actual provider or find something at a pharmacy. Those slots are in very short supply and vanish like the snow. Well, as snow is supposed to vanish. Despite the warm temperatures, ours is taking its sweet time to go away, and just as well, really. It's too early to have bare ground. There will be cold again.
Earlier this afternoon cardinals were calling back and forth in the front yard and across the street. I haven't seen a robin yet, but that doesn't mean they aren't out there.
Pamela
Edited for homonym failure and then typoes. Yeesh.
