Progressing

 

My plan was to impress you with an "original" painting created by Dall-e 2, which for those not aware, it an artificial intelligence program that can do those sorts of things from a description one types in. I did so several weeks back thinking it might come in handy for a post where I have no picture to show but alas, it is having problems today, probably due to publicity traffic. Whenever I log in, there seems to be a problem. So I went back to plan B which is to rip a picture from Google's image search that is somewhat appropriate.

On a recent Friday, we at long last headed in to get our fourth Covid shot, which is the third booster. Because we all came down with Covid the week before it became available, we weren't eligible until around the first of the year. Yes that was nearly two months back but sometimes that is how things go in our household. But the stars aligned, school had been cancelled for the day the prior evening and by mid morning, it was a nice day to be out and about. So we walked into a walk-in clinic/pharmacy for our booster shot.

We were the only people there receiving any sort of shot, during our entire time there, only maybe four people walked in to pick up prescriptions and there were three workers behind the counter. So why did we finally walk out with shots in our arm two hours later? I'm not sure I have an answer. The entire hour and fifty minutes the workers never ceased doing something but it took that long to prepare all four shots and then only ten minutes to give them. 

All three of my prior shots has been Pfizer doses. The first one laid me low for a few hours the evening I took it but the subsequent two booster shots really had no effect. The first booster made my arm a little sore for a couple days and the second booster had no effect what so ever. So I fully expected to have similar reactions this time around and was counting on it because an organization I am part of had their biggest fundraiser of the year the following day which I always help working at and actually enjoy the day of labor I gladly give. The walk-in clinic only had Moderna boosters, the latest ones, and that was fine with me so into my arm I went and I went about my merry way the rest of the day without a problem.

I woke up in the wee hours of the morning shivering violently knowing immediately that I had a fever. I had taken acetaminophen before taking the shot but had not taken one before bed. I turned on the electric blanket and went back to sleep. When I finally got up that morning it was as I had run a marathon the day before lined with people who had hit me with rubber batons the entire route. My body ached, my mind ached and it was all I could do to stagger from the bedroom to the living room chair. There I slept about six hours of the next 12 and felt as if I could have slept more if those around me had let me. But the other three boosted individuals had absolutely no issues other than sore arms. Why I was hit harder can only be explained by "man-flu".

Finally at the early hour of 7, I drug myself back to bed and slept for 12 hours straight, something I haven't done in... well I'm not sure but probably decades. But when I woke up, I finally felt human again and was probably back to 90% of my normal energy levels with just a slightly sore arm. I don't regret getting the booster and would do it all again if it keeps me from getting Covid and possible loosing my sense of taste and smell for three months as the initial bout did. That was awful.

So I missed out on a weekend of working on the final bedroom but I'm making up for it today. I have the carpet ripped out, millions of staples holding padding down to the floor pulled up, walls prepped and one coat of paint on them. We made a last minute audible to redo the closet which was made from off the shelf components at a big box store with a little girl in mind. It just wasn't going to be optimal for a live in MIL. So I quickly designed another closet using EasyClosets.com and got it on order. This one is a lot cheaper since it is only a reach-in closet and about half the standard size. 

I think I'm going to make the deadline which as I write this is less than three weeks away.