I am ready for my Covid vaccine. I don’t care which one, just stick it to me. I wasn’t always a vaccine person, but as I get older, I am more compliant. For the past three years, I have gotten my flu shot. Who knows if it helps, but the flu seems dreadful, so why not. Same thing with shingles.
In the Fall of 2020, my company offered flu shots on-site, so I was game. I asked if I could get the shingles and they said, “sure”. Word of advice – don’t do a flu and shingles at the same time. It knocked me off my feet for the weekend. I was just pooped.
Then it was time for Round 2 of the shingles and I got that one. However, the pharmacy was quite adamant that I not get a Covid vaccine within two weeks of the shingles. I agree. Round 2 wasn’t as bad as Round 1, but I still was a couch potato for a day.
The not-so-great governor of Florida has opened up vaccines for my age group. I have signed up in several places. I will give it a week to see if they reach out to me for appointments. Otherwise, I will be hitting the internet searching for an appointment. I am ready. Stick it to me.
I don’t talk about the vaccine too much at work. Interestingly it is a somewhat dicey topic. One colleague says nope, she isn’t getting it because 24 people have died. I can’t and won’t reason with that kind of logic. I merely commented that those odds seemed similar to the lottery and moved on. Several Covid survivors feel like their antibodies are enough for now, so they will wait for later in the year. Their choice, their body, no comment.
As for me, sign me up. When the vaccines were being developed, I will confess that I was hesitant. I really didn’t want to be one of the first. Big Pharma created these vaccines so rapidly that surely something had to be wrong, right? It is hard to accept that science has progressed so dramatically in my lifetime. But it looks like they have. Thankfully. I am ready to get this damn pandemic over with. Stick it to me.