Skip to main content

Boosted

My guy and I went last Sunday to get our Pfizer booster shot; this after seeing almost everyone in our town going around unmasked lately. Appointments for the booster shots only recently became widely available in our area, and it's pretty obvious people here aren't going to take precautions anymore. While I will still wear a mask and social distance when we're out and about, I feel a little safer.

I was fairly miserable from Sunday night until Tuesday afternoon, suffering a fever, chills, nausea and body aches. Very happy I had those symptoms, too, because that means my immune system is working hard. My guy only had a mild reaction, so he was able to take care of me.

Comments

Maria Zannini said…
I'm so sorry you hit the side effect lottery. You just never know.

It goes to show how little I pay attention, but now that I think of it, I think the majority of people around here go without masks. But old people, like us still mask up. And of course all the workers in the service trade.

It makes no difference to me. I try to stay away from everyone. :-)

Popular posts from this blog

Holiday Prep

For Thanksgiving this year we've invited some guests from Oliver's mom's side of the family, so I have to start prepping now to get the house in shape for the big day. The first major thing is having the carpets cleaned, which we've scheduled for next week. This weekend I'll be cleaning out four rooms to get them ready for that. I started with my front dining room, which I use as my sewing room. It was kind of a mess already, so it felt good to get everything cleared out. We'll be having ten people at dinner plus two babies, so this will give me a chance to figure out how to arrange two tables in this space. I think this will be my last time hosting a big Thanksgiving gathering. Mike has started his family with a lovely girl who has a huge, close-knit family of her own, while Katherine will likely be off at grad school out of state for the next several years. I'm also not getting any younger. My guy and I will always celebrate Thanksgiving, but ...

T-minus Day

This was our little Thanksgiving dinner last year, when it was just the three of us. Time keeps whittling down my favorite holiday; this year it will be just me and my guy, and we likely won't even have a turkey.* That will be a first in 35 years. I feel about Thanksgiving the way other people do about Christmas, and while it's a lot of work it's my favorite holiday. Of all the Thanksgivings I've had in the past sixty years, only three were truly terrible: one when I was a kid that I don't talk about (#1 most miserable); the time I roasted two turkeys together and hosted fifteen people whom I cooked for and served with zero help (the largest and #2 most miserable); and the one I spent in basic training (the #3 most miserable.) I have no pictures of any of those, thank heavens. In addition to doing all the cooking I'm the one who takes all the pictures, washes all the dishes and puts away all the leftovers. I suppose no one else cares because to them it...

Fell Off the Wagon

I did cut up that plastic dollar tote to make into something stronger, but got caught up with work and set it aside. Then last night some hand-dyed silk and pretty threads called my name, and, well . . . Felt SO good to do some handwork, except my neck began hurting about an hour into it. I tried changing the way I sit and work, but it's pretty obvious that the doc is right.