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Monday musings…

‘Tis healthy to be sick sometimes.
Henry David Thoreau

I had my first COVID vaccine shot 3 weeks ago. Friday I had my second dose. Like the first visit there was no waiting. Went in sat down, the nurse told me the same things as before. She did say that sometimes people have reactions that they didn’t have with the first dose. She gave me the shot, I sat in the waiting area for 15 minutes, to see if any serious reactions would occur. No reactions at all so I left.

The first dose I had no reaction to at all. Second was a different story. In the evening my arm was sore and stiff. And I was feeling kinda icky. So I went to bed early. Woke up about 2 am feeling a lot worse than icky! Soaking wet, hot, shivering, hands and feet cold as ice. Got up took a couple Tylenol, changed jammies, put socks on, and went back to bed. Slept fine.

Woke up still worse than icky. Took my temperature, 102*! Took a couple more Tylenol had some toast and went back to bed. Got up in the late afternoon just feeling icky, temp 100*. More Tylenol and some soup. Temperature returned to normal and stayed there. Still felt icky. Went to bed early and woke up Sunday morning and felt my usual healthy self. YAY!

I have done what the medical folks said I should do and feel confident I won’t get the virus, though I will continue with the mask wearing and social distancing. And I have a new understanding of the quote at the beginning of this story.

Monday

Monday, meandering…

Today is Monday, December 13, 2010

I lost Saturday.  Really I mean it–it is gone–bye bye–never was for me.   I got sick Friday evening,  fever, sore throat, tired, headache, the  whole shebang.  So I did the sensible thing and took a hot bath, with bubbles of course, and went to bed at 10pm.

I woke up at 5:30am Sunday.  So I never really lived Saturday, December 11, 2010.   Okay, I did live it– but not consciously.  I did get up twice to go to the bathroom and to take more NyQuil–cherry flavored.  I don’t think I was fully awake those two times so I am not counting them.

I don’t think I have ever slept that long a time before–well maybe once when I was in the hospital. But that doesn’t count because then they thought I was going to go to the big bedroom in the sky so my waking up was a surprise to everyone.  Now back to the present– it is strange to wake up and realize a whole day is missing from your life.  Does that day count?  I don’t remember even dreaming–just a big blank snooze.

I think I should get an extra day tacked onto the end of my life to make up for Saturday.   Think God will go for it?   He has probably already taken the day into consideration seeing as He knows the number of our days. I think I will mention it to Him though–I mean He is a busy guy with everything that’s going on…