I’ve mentioned before that I have had some of the childhood diseases for which there are now vaccines. One of those was chicken pox (yeah, the ox got chicken pox… strange world, isn’t it?) That means I am now at risk of the related affliction, shingles.
My physician had told me in no uncertain terms to get the Shingrix vaccine as soon as I could manage. The first dose (it’s a two-dose vaccine) would have been administered on the spot had there not been a shortage at the time. This past night, now that it’s been some months since I last asked if the shortage had abated, I asked the local pharmacy again. The reply was that it was still in short supply, but they did have it, and could administer it. After a short bit of paperwork and rather longer wait (note: getting this right before a predicted blizzard with freezing rain was likely not the best timing as everybody and his brother was trying to beat the storm) I finally got it.
My usual reaction to an injection is that several hours later I re-notice the bandage on my arm and wonder for a moment before remembering that I had had an injection (this is how it goes with the influenza vaccination – if there is even a bandage. A couple times things went so well that none was unneeded.) This time is different. I’m actually having more than “oh, bandage” reaction.
It’s nothing serious, and while my arm is a bit sore around the injection site and apt to be so for a couple days, I figure it’s an excellent trade to avoid shingles or at least the worst of shingles. I did wake up once with chills, but that might have had more to do with displaced blankets than vaccination. In a few months, supply permitting, I get to do this all again. And I will, even if I suspect I’ll be sore for a couple days. And if I’m not? Well, I won’t argue with that result.