Wife Abs cocked her head and looked me straight in the eye. She does this sometimes when she is fishing for the truth.
She wanted to make sure I was doing fine after my second Covid-19 shot Sunday morning.
“I am fine,” I told her.
No chills. No arm soreness. No headaches. No fever.
Check. Check. Check and check.
I do not want to jinx myself. But at 11:17 a.m. Sunday morning I took my second Covid-19 vaccine. I felt the poke and went about my business. I was the same after my first shot about a month ago.
Many people reached out to warn me about the pain and anguish I was about to go through. Leading the charge was wife Abs who loves me and cares for me. I was told to shut it down the rest of my Sunday. Instead, I went shopping and later did a six mile walk around the lake because it was such a beautiful day.
Wait until I go to bed. Then I’d feel poorly. That didn’t happen. Instead I had a goofy dream that I was covering a game with a young man named Tom Mazaway who kept offering me aspirin to ease the pain in my sore arm.
He kept bugging me about the arm. I finally told him to shut up and leave me alone because I felt fine. I knew the pain would hit when I woke up this morning.
Nope. I felt fine. I don’t want to jinx myself but I plan on having a normal day.
People reached out on Twitter. They reached out on Facebook and in real life. I even head from the anti-vaccine people who swear that I’d been filled with poison and electronics that will track my every move.
So far no space ships and helicopters have followed me.
Before getting the shot wife Abs warned about all the bad side effects. I told her I didn’t want to hear it. I wanted to remain positive and let the chips fall where they may.
It’s still early. Anything can happen, but I am going to take my positive ass around town and hope for the best.Find Terry Foster Podcast here: