Day Three post vaccine

I had a normal weekend – well, as normal as one can have in the middle of a pandemic – I picked up a few groceries, walked the dog and socialized with the people in my bubble. I wore my mask and kept a social distance when talking to anyone outside the bubble. Looking at me no one could have guessed I had changed, that I had a secret. Outwardly I was the same old girl I’d been on Thursday but inside my antibodies were liquored up on the Moderna vaccine and having a party.

I’m not invincible yet but I’ve taken a giant leap toward immunity – I’m soon going to be one of the herd. I took the vaccine like a trooper (not that I deserve a medal – the process is a piece of cake). My arm hurt a bit for a couple of days, I felt like I’d been punched but there was no bruising. I was unscathed. Until early this morning.

You know that herd everyone is talking about? The one we all want to be part of? The one that could bring the world closer to normal? Well, that herd ran over me while I slept last night – the whole damn herd. I woke up at 4:30 am with every joint in my body aching – even my toes hurt. I shuffled to the kitchen and downed some extra strength ibuprofen and hobbled back to bed. By the time I woke up again my joints were back to normal.

I’m fairly certain my antibodies are still partying up a storm and if the only price I’ve paid for their kegger is a sore arm and some achy joints I say party on!