Hit Me with Your Best Shot

Thanks to Facebook, finding a place to get vaccinated turned out not to be a big deal.

The FTC encourages us to use this "cool sticker"

Maybe it was just good timing. Or it was because places are finally getting the process down to a science. In any event, scheduling and getting the shot turned out to be easy peasy.

Mr. and I arrived at our city's local recreation center, which has been closed during the whole Covid fiasco. Police directed traffic in and out of the facility. Following Mr. Rogers' advice, we looked for the helpers. They were everywhere, clad in day-glo vests. We were guided to the registration desk and given a number and a form to fill out. My behind barely touched the metal folding chair before my number was called. 

Another helper made sure the form was filled out completely, gave me some paperwork to scare me later and directed me to the shooter.

Up went my sleeve. Away I turned. In went the needle. On went the band aid. And before I knew it, I was off to another metal folding chair for my 15 minute time out to make sure I wasn't going to keel over or experience any other dramatic symptoms. 

Mr. was very brave, especially for someone who hates needles and is convinced he's got every dire disease described in those happy-go-lucky drug ads on TV.  

We met up and waited until the proscribed time, then headed home and waited to see what side effects we'd experience.

I had a metallic taste in my mouth, an unusual but not worrisome symptom. Also, my opposite shoulder was sore. (Go figure.) Mr. had the classic overall-achy feeling, as well as a sore arm (the one where the vaccine was given).

Now we wait three weeks until we can return and get our second shot. The idea of being able to return to normal activities makes my positively giddy. I cannot imagine anyone not getting the vaccine if they have the opportunity. 

Eating dinner in a restaurant. Hugging loved ones. Attending my son's wedding without a mask. 

Who would have guessed a couple of years ago that one day such simple pleasures would become gold?