It was with some trepidation that I got my second Pfizer vaccination on Friday.
Simon had got his earlier in the week and had been laid low by it – a fever of 38.7 the following day and several more days of feeling grotty.
And me? I’ve had no side effects at all. Well, maybe a very slight hangover feeling, out of proportion to the two glasses of Pinot gris I indulged in the night before – but that’s it. My husband says he feels sorry for me that my immune system is clearly so feeble in any sort of response it’s been able to muster – but I’m OK with that.
Yay! Done and dusted (dusty?)