So, my second shot arrived yesterday and I think I was a little nervous only because I've read some reactions of very good friends about what happened to them 24 hours following. By the time of this post, we're getting closer to that mark, and I've warned committees and students that if I don't make it, it's because I'm one of those with a reaction to Moderna shot #2. At CVS in Norwalk, I was talking to the nurse when she said, "You can go sit for 15 minutes now," and I responded, "Don't you have to give me the shot first?" She said she already had and I didn't feel a thing.
I already know that shot #2 makes your arm more sore, as I can feel it in my bicep and forearm. I'm also chilled, which I don't mind because I usually run hot-blooded. I came home from the shot, hydrated, and walked four miles and I heard it was a good way to get it flowing throughout the body quicker. I just don't want to suddenly enter vomit-land, a fever-festival, or a migraine-marathon. I had that last week because of sinuses; I don't want it again.
In the meantime, #verselove EthicalELA's prompt was to write about summer, however you imagine it. I reflected on summers as a pre-teen/teen, to what I look forward to most now. That's the poem for the day, and also a second by second paranoia that every pain, ache, sneeze, or cramp in my body is the result of this shot. I look forward to being on the other side with some sanity in tact.
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