Shots, Shots
I got my flu and Covid shots on Friday. One in each arm. Both arms hurt. No reaction otherwise to speak of from either shot. I feel protected now. But there’s no telling how any of the bugs might mutate, so I’m still avoiding crowds in tight spaces if I can help it. I’m in the old demographic, and have no desire to join the dead demographic. Besides, I’ve got plenty to do around the house.
I do have one weird side effect that’s not medical in the strictest sense. I have the odd feeling I made a political statement by getting vaccinated. That feels unusual. Medicine used to be the one thing we almost all agreed on. Now it’s a matter of freedom in some corners, and I suspect they look down on vaccinated people as sheep and overreacters. Although, that’s only a feeling I have. No one has said anything to me.
I am saddened by the apparent lack of faith in science in some quarters. I grew up thinking science was a big deal. I think it had something to do with the Soviets sending Sputnik into space. It was the moment we realized we couldn’t just be a nation of farmers anymore, so we decided to put a man on the moon. Nowadays, however, we call scientists liars, accuse them of cooking the books, and give credence to all manner of weird and fanciful thinking. I think I’ve seen us go full cycle now, and I wonder what’s next.