. . . and I feel fine.
The actual shot?
Nothing to it.
I sat in a chair.
I rolled up my sleeve.
A nurse did the hard part.
For both jabs, I didn't even feel the needle go in.
Made me paranoid the first time that my nurse was some kind of stealth anti-vaxxer.
The true enemy, as always, is Your Fellow Human.
But not that time.
Next day, I felt a bit of soreness in the arm.
No other symptoms.
Same deal the second time.
No true enemies, a welcome change of pace.
Yeah . . . not much of a story here.
You may recall being told that conflict is the heart of any good story.
Soooo . . . I guess this would be . . . a bad story with a good ending?
I'll take it.
