After still no word on physical therapy after a week, I made the decision to get Covid boosted this afternoon. I have at least a half dozen medical appointments next month and that includes multi hour cardiac testing deals twice in October. Since the Covid shot normally puts me in bed for anywhere from a week to two weeks, it seemed best to get on with it. Otherwise, it would be early November, sometime after 11/3 and Noir at the Bar, and that runs me into the holidays. Beyond the fact that anything else could happen in the meantime.
So, midafternoon, we went down to our local Kroger. Scott
and I went with the Novavax shot this time. Supposed to have less side effects
for most folks than the previous ones. Also supposed to have slightly better
protection, especially for those of us with weak immune systems. Hoping to
finally unlock my latent Super Hero genes. Not that I want to sling webs
around, or run really fast either, but being able to move objects with my mind
would be handy.
Probably, instead, I will get at least a week in bed, unable to do anything, and being very sick. Hopefully, nothing close to two weeks and nothing like the Shingles shot that tried very hard to make me visit a hospital for a few days. That shot was a brutal two weeks of absolute hell. I think I would have been hospitalized if the places were not all full at the time. I really thought I was done.
We were the only ones masked and there was at least a half dozen folks at the pharmacy all coughing their lungs out. Not dry coughs either. They are all doing those heavy wet ones that sound really bad.
Anyway, I have been shotted once again. Hopefully, it
does not do too much to me as I am actually writing again. I am working on a
story idea for the anthology, Santa Rage: 12 Tales of Murder and Mayhem.
This call is from Jay Hartman and Misti Media with a deadline of September 30th. So,
I have two weeks to get it fully written, polished, and off to be considered. Fingers
crossed that I make it.
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