I was having such a good week.
Yeah, it was all going really quite well. Nothing amazing, you understand, but nothing terrible either. I’d had a couple of lazy-ish days, and I’d even secured the television for the England match played on Friday night, which we won, handsomely. Yes, it was all going so well… and then I had to go and sabotage it all.
And the worst thing? It was all planned, too.
To pierce the fog of mystery, this was the week, in fact, the weekend, in which both myself and my ever-wonderful wife, Tina, had our Covid-19 booster jabs.
No Surprise
As I mentioned, there was no huge surprise in all of this. There was no cabal of ninja nurse, armed with syringe tipped throwing stars, to mug us on our way to the supermarket; no ambushes, no coercion, and (sadly) no offers of immediate and life-changing wealth to tempt us into the health centre, either. Nope, the visit was prearranged, a couple of weeks ago, by none other than yours truly and wife.
The visit itself was, I have to say, both quick and mostly painless. I wasn’t troubled by the jab itself the first or the second time, so I wasn’t expecting any pain or immediate soreness, and I wasn’t disappointed, either. Tina had a different story, as she had with both the first two jabs. A story of a sore arm that lasted a couple of days. It’s funny how different people can have such contrasting experiences.
Chocs Away
One thing we both shared was a reasonably quick descent into those infamous ‘flu-like symptoms. These didn’t strike straight away, not even at the end of the enforced fifteen(ish) minute wait to ensure that jabees don’t present with any adverse reactions (as we both had the Pfizer jab it seemed unlikely, but better be safe than sorry). In fact, it wasn’t until we’d visited the butchers (for a Sunday Roast brisket) and the local Tesco Direct, for pre-poorly chocolate provisions (and really, why is chocolate not available on prescription?), and the picking up of a breakfast butty for Tina. We even had time to bump into the lady we’d sat next to in our fifteen minute cooldown period. Small world, innit?
Once we were home and hosed, however, the sinus-y headache, clammy temperature, and clinging lethargy struck. Cue lots of hot tea, a little snooze, and, of course, the liberal application of chocolate.
Chocs Away
One thing we both shared was a reasonably quick descent into those infamous ‘flu-like symptoms. These didn’t strike straight away, not even at the end of the enforced fifteen(ish) minute wait to ensure that jabees don’t present with any adverse reactions (as we both had the Pfizer jab it seemed unlikely, but better be safe than sorry). In fact, it wasn’t until we’d visited the butchers (for a Sunday Roast brisket) and the local Tesco Direct, for pre-poorly chocolate provisions (and really, why is chocolate not available on prescription?), and the picking up of a breakfast butty for Tina. We even had time to bump into the lady we’d sat next to in our fifteen minute cooldown period. Small world, innit?
Once we were home and hosed, however, the sinus-y headache, clammy temperature, and clinging lethargy struck. Cue lots of hot tea, a little snooze, and, of course, the liberal application of chocolate.
This took care of the day itself, but the symptoms persisted. Mine seemed to back off over the next 24 hours, but Tina’s set up shop and stuck around until Tuesday (she seems to be better today, thanks for asking). Of course, I can see the attraction of spending time with the lady I’m proud to call my wife, but I think she was ready to say goodbye to that particular visitor a fair while before that.
Take Your Best Shot
Of course, the long-term benefits of having immunity to actual symptomatic Covid boosted to a purported 90% + outweigh the short term sweaty, achey, inconvenience by a long, long way, and at the very least it’s given me that touch more confidence of having a merrier and more sociable festive period (a period which we’re not in yet, despite what the adverts tell us). It means family, friends, food and perhaps even frolics (manly frolics, naturally). It means that little extra security, although the safety of others should still be something to consider.
Take Your Best Shot
Of course, the long-term benefits of having immunity to actual symptomatic Covid boosted to a purported 90% + outweigh the short term sweaty, achey, inconvenience by a long, long way, and at the very least it’s given me that touch more confidence of having a merrier and more sociable festive period (a period which we’re not in yet, despite what the adverts tell us). It means family, friends, food and perhaps even frolics (manly frolics, naturally). It means that little extra security, although the safety of others should still be something to consider.
Yup, this particular little, um, jab has all the potential to be a true shot in the arm at just the right time.
Now the question is, do we have any chocolate left?
Until next week.
Hey, folks! If you would care to take a look at some of my more creative writing, then the links below will transport you to the magical worlds of two anthologies my short (and in one case, very short) stories have been included in. Feel free to check’em out!
Now the question is, do we have any chocolate left?
Until next week.
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Hey, folks! If you would care to take a look at some of my more creative writing, then the links below will transport you to the magical worlds of two anthologies my short (and in one case, very short) stories have been included in. Feel free to check’em out!
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