Thursday afternoon, as I awaited my podiatry appointment*, a young woman at the other end of the waiting room began to sneeze and sniffle. She wore a mask—below her nose. When the nurse came to check her temp before her appointment, she asked the young woman how she was feeling. “Fine, thanks,” the young woman replied. Yeah, right, I thought.
Maybe it was just allergies. Or maybe she was in denial. In any case, at least she was not seeing my doc, and she was in an exam room away from the one I was given a few minutes later. I kept my own mask on tight and reassured myself that I was getting my second Covid booster in a few hours.
Omicron BA.2 is way too contagious, and I’ve read far too many accounts of people getting a “mild” case that feels like being run over by a truck, so I jumped on the opportunity when another booster round was approved by the FDA for people 50 and over last week. I was hoping the side effects wouldn’t be too bad.
That proved true Thursday evening. By Friday morning, I just had a sore arm and “Moderna rash” where I got the shot. By midday, I started feeling achy and tired, but I was still able to get some work done. Then I needed to lie down. After a good nap and Tylenol, I began to feel better. By Saturday, I was pretty much back to normal, although the rash will still take a few days to clear. This has been my pattern with each vaccination.
A small price to pay for a better immune response to this clever, cruel virus. I’d much rather have a day or two of side effects than potential lung damage from Covid on top of my already scarred lungs from scleroderma. Given that I can’t control the safety precautions of those around me, I’m grateful that I have this way of taking care of myself and my family.
* As to my troublesome corn, my podiatrist said there was no way, most likely, to keep it from coming back, but after removing it, he ground down a spot on the underside of my foam insole to relieve pressure. So far, so good. I ordered my own version of this tool, which is actually the same as a toenail grinder for pets, so I can adjust my other insoles at home. Just need to put a little chalk on the corn, step barefoot on the insole to mark the spot, and grind a depression on the opposite side.
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I’m glad you now have a tool that you can use yourself to make your shoes more comfortable.
Thx!