I had my second vaccine this afternoon. I'm very tired but I don't think it's got anything to do with the vaccine as such. I decided to walk to the centre, which took me about 40 min, but was mostly downhill. I walked a little afterwards, caught a bus then another bus and did a bit of grocery shopping then walked home. I've not been getting much exercise, so it wiped me out, but I've no excuse not to get more exercise now my ataxia's in remission.
Also, I didn't get much sleep last night, because I was fretting about stuff. I only got about 4 hours sleep and I'm an 8 hours person, longer when low. Not long before leaving the house, I called the Sams and was on the phone for an hour, outpouring and trying, with the help of a lovely bloke who didn't presume to tell me what to do, to find more ways to feel positive. But all that was nothing to do with the vaccine.
Then when I got to the centre, I hadn't put my hearing aids in. As I explained to the lovely people there, without them, volume's a big problem, but with them, clarity's awful, especially if there's a lot of background noise.
The woman in reception told me to sanitise my hands. I reached for my own gel in my pocket but she was insistent I should use theirs. But it felt greasy/waxy and I panicked, wiping my hands down my trousers. I tried to explain I'm obsessive compulsive and my reaction to it wasn't about the virus, it was a compulsive, knee-jerk "Feels greasy, eek, contaminated, must wash!" I apologised for making a fuss and said how very grateful I am for them all making sure I get vaccinated.
Then was that horrid bit where they ask for an emergency contact number. I panicked as I explained the only relative I have wouldn't be interested, he doesn't care about anyone except himself, as I had to accept after he made it clear to me this year.
They were all so lovely and kind and I'm terribly grateful. In the midst of horridness, there's good stuff.