Shots Fired

I got shot in the arms the day before yesterday. Not in the fun way. Flu and Covid, both at the same time, walking in there like a goddamn hero. 

     One in each arm because I believe in science. There's nothing more scientific than putting a dead virus in each arm to see which goes off first.

      Of course there are variables. My right arm is a beast of productivity. It certainly is more dominant, had more to do over the years. Responsible, has rarely missed work, on time with things that don't involve catching. A good arm. Could be all that extra work made it tired, though.

     My left arm, well, it'll surprise you what it can do. That arm is a helper bot. Always there to support. Took that flu shot like a champ and kept going. Never complained except once at night when I rolled over and the bandaid caught the blanket and ripped it off. I do not suspect that will be a new alarm clock.

     The results of this experiment will astonish you: Left arm with the flu shot experienced a day of soreness and then nothing. Right arm, that bastard, is enjoying all the covid shot had to offer as mildly irritating as possible.

     Lymph nodes swell? Yup. Little painful lump on my right side made it annoying to reach for the remote once. As I made the small effort for the remote, I thought, "That's annoying." Then I continued to watch Agatha All Along and did not notice when the lump went away, like a thief in my armpit.

     Now I feel okay. Tired and a little sniffly, but that's situation normal around here. While things might not be all fucked up, at least I can know in my heart I did something for my community. I can help slow the spread of some diseases that threaten those around me.

     But if another pandemic happens, I might need to grow another arm. For science.

     Maybe the radiation from the approaching nuclear war can help with that.