Well I had my first jab today. The second is booked in for 4 week's time. It's the Pfizer and I don't feel any different. Yet.
Big mistake only wearing a t-shirt and not bringing a coat in a sleety snowfall. Never occurred to me that there would be a queue at all (1.5 hours in all) and they only let us queue outside (where it's safer). Good job I'm a Northerner.
Wifey got the jab for me. She had heard that before they had to discard unused vials there was a first call, first served basis. Leftovers. So I'm chuffed to bits, I've no idea when I'd have had it otherwise. She had hers a month ago, she works for governmental atom/nuclear/radiation/medicine-type stuff.
Isn't it strange that you're really looking forward to having an injection and something to tell all your friends about. But, you know what the weirdest thing of all today? Get dressed, we're going, she said. After much searching, I found my jeans, pulled them on, leather belt still attached there and guess wot. They're the same unwashed jeans I was last wearing on Boxing Day. I've been wearing lounge pants for three and a half months.
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