Yesterday I had my first Covid-19 vaccination. I was wanting to wait for the Johnson & Johnson vaccine to come to my town, because I have anaphylaxis and didn’t want to be one of the poor souls who reacted to the Pfizer or Moderna. But, the J and J isn’t available here and may not be for some time. Since my newest grandchild came a month early, I was desperate to be able to travel. So, I decided to go and get vaccinated.
In my state, this was the first week that I was allowed to get the vaccine. People with pre-existing conditions were in stage 3. This week they opened up stage 3 and 4. I feel like my poor health wasn’t taken seriously, as many states were already allowing my stage to be in line long ago. Well, anyway I was extremely excited to get my shot.
Every day since I got my appointment I went back and forth between going for it or backing out. The reactions to this vaccine for people like me (anaphylaxis sufferer) had been very severe. Most recovered with epi-pens at the vaccination site. But, a few people had to be hospitalized. From what I’ve learned, they all did eventually recover.
Our county has a very organized drive-through vaccination center at our county fairgrounds. It was staffed with tons of volunteers that kept the cars in organized lanes and moving through pretty fast. As we drove through all the long lines, my heart was racing with fear. I didn’t want to have a reaction, and certainly didn’t want to be put in the waiting ambulance. So, I did a lot of praying and slow breathing. That did calm down my heart.
When I got to the front of the line, the shot-givers came over to talk to me. They asked me plenty of questions and mentioned that they had tried to get people like me vaccinated at the local hospital, but the hospital refused. I showed the lady my two epi-pens that I had with me and told her that I had taken a Benadryl 30 minutes before the appointment time. She told me that I could back out if I wanted. Then, she said that I was very brave.
None of that made me feel real optimistic about my chances of having a safe vaccine experience. But, the grandmother in me was defiant! I want to see my grandbabies! I said, “let’s do it”. The shot was easy to take and didn’t hurt. We waited in the “Special” lane (closest to the ambulance). The volunteers checked on me often and watched me through the car window. I thought it was funny that they kept calling me “Special”, because I’ve heard that for decades from doctors and family members.
What else can you call someone who has so many weird health problems. By the time I got home from the vaccination location my arm had gotten a tad bit sore. I was really tired the rest of the day, but that isn’t too unusal for me when I’ve taken Benadryl.
I woke up today at 6 AM in a lot of pain. My arm was a little more sore, but most of my joints were throbbing. If that’s all I get from the shot, then I am very pleased. In 9 more days, I should have 52% protection from Covid. I can hardly wait to see my newest little grandson!!!
@2021, copyright Lisa Ehrman
Disclaimer: I’m not a medical professional. This post contains my opinions and experiences and is not meant to be taken as medical advice. If you are contemplating the vaccine, please take the recommendations of your personal physician. If you have any other medical concerns, please consult your personal physician.