The lady who gave me my second covid shot yesterday was a real hoot. Exactly the kind of person you want providing health aid of any kind. When I walked in to the room, she complimented my name and said it sounded regal and she didn’t know whether to bow or curtsy.
To which I replied, “Neither, I’m a total savage.” She busted out laughing and said, “Oh good, me too.”
She asked if I’d had any issues with the last dose. I’d only had some hot flashes, “but it could have been menopause for all I know!” That devolved into another hilarious conversation about dealing with menopause. What the fuck has become my life? Is this the same for all women?
She made my day. My personality is pretty bombastic and unfiltered. Not everyone can handle that. She seemed like she could roll with it.
The second shot went better than the first. Other than the arm thing, I’ve had no other reaction. I didn’t even feel it. That said, I am profoundly disappointed my superhero abilities didn’t manifest themselves overnight. Maybe if you’re already pretty fucking awesome they don’t have to.