We went first thing this morning to get our COVID-19 boosters and flu shots. Normally I’d have had my flu shot done before now, but since I’m still WFH and don’t get out much, it wasn’t at the top of my to-do list.
Our local quick care clinic was doing walk-ins for both the boosters and the flu shots, so we went in just as they opened and got our shots. The nurse who did our shots was fantastic, explained everything she was doing and why she was doing it that way, gave us aftercare tips and suggestions, and was just generally all-around awesome.
Although I have to admit, I was a little bummed that we didn’t get a spiffy sticker for this shot. We did for our first two shots, which happened at mass vaccination events. I realize I’m a grown-ass adult, but I still like getting the occasional sticker, I’m just saying.
My boyfriend has had a pretty easy time with the COVID shots – he basically just gets really sleepy the next day. I, on the other hand, dove head-first into the extreme end of normal reactions. Like, the first shot was nothing special, but the second one knocked my ass flat with fevers, freezing chills, absolutely miserable joint and muscle aches, and nausea. Yay.
I figured I ought to expect the same for the booster, so, since I have Thursday and Friday off for Thanksgiving, giving me a 4-day weekend, and since we aren’t having our family Thanksgiving until Saturday, I opted to get my shots this morning. That way I should get through my work hours today and then have two whole days to feel like hot garbage, if I need them.