My wife, Josie, and I got our second COVID-19 vaccine doses yesterday, exactly three weeks from the first doses. We got our second doses at Fort Meade, Maryland, not more than three miles from where we’re staying (same as the first doses).
Both Josie and I are still suffering from the injections from yesterday. Neither of us were bothered by the first dose. I got yesterday’s shot in my upper left arm. Josie’s was in her upper right arm. We both had difficulty sleeping last night. That’s the extent of it so far.
I’ve been suffering from intermittent pain in my right arm for months. I’m not sure if it’s caused by gout, arthritis or the result of tripping and catching myself with both of my arms. Regardless, my upper left arm feels pretty much the same as my right elbow.
And being wrong is a matter of whatever you believe. My daughter-in-law, Cathy, went with us and got her first dose yesterday. The on-scene doctor answered her questions and told her it was safe to get it even though her son, Ezra, is still nursing. The doctor said the antibodies would pass to Ezra. You can take that for what it’s worth.
Most of the people we’re living with, as well as my other daughter-in-law’s parents, have had both doses already. My other daughter-in-law, Diann, doesn’t want to take it. She has other health issues to contend with. My other grandsons haven’t taken it yet, and I don’t know when they’ll be able to take it.
I understand that Josie and I won’t be completely safe for two more weeks, supposedly due to the incubation period of the virus itself. Regardless, we’re not taking any chances after that.
We’ve already been to places where we were told that face masks were optional, for those who were already vaccinated. That’s all well and good, but I don’t trust people to be honest. Some people refused to wear face masks in the first place. Until I’m satisfied with news concerning the percentage of people vaccinated being high enough and the daily cases dropping near zero, I’m going to continue to wear my face mask in public.