I got my vaccine shot mid-Sunday morning. Around Tuesday or Wednesday last week I looked up the locations where I could get an appointment. There was nothing too close to my apartment except for Montefiore Hospital. I figured they were a good site, so I applied. I found with them that they asked a lot of questions, only to find out that only had a waiting list. They wanted my State ID and my insurance pictures. a day later I went back to check on other places and I found A. Phillip Randolph High School in Harlem. They had spots for about half a week, so I reserved Sunday.
Remarkably, everything was well run and organized. Every employee was prepared to accept you from the previous one and to get you to the next step. There was no drama and I was in and out of the school in 20 minutes.
So, how do I feel?
I should feel relieved, but instead, I feel a small part, relieved and a large part, angry. Angry, because the actions of a few ignorant and selfish people have possibly extended the life of this virus and because they refuse to social distance or mask up, I have to take a vaccine I don't trust as extra security. The small portion of relief I feel is knowing that even though I mask up and social distance if anything goes wrong or if I am exposed to the rebels, I may catch Covid-19, but it should be on a lesser scale. I intend on wearing a mask and social distancing until this tie next year. At least now though, I can travel a little more, using my precautions.
As for the side-effects, I so far, just have the sore-spot-by-the-injection pain. I did feel tired yesterday afternoon and evening and I did sleep late today but I otherwise feel fine.
I am not going to recommend or not recommend taking the vaccine. I have heard both sides of the issue, however, the anti-vaccine folks have yet to instruct me on how to protect myself if I don't vaccinate, so I chose to take it.
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