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I've held off on posting this one for a number of months, just because I had rather mixed feelings about it.
It was mainly written on a certain day last Spring, when I went to get my first Covid shot, and I spent fifteen minutes in the recovery tent, with my trusty little scratch-pad, doing a stream of consciousness of what immediately came to mind.
I think most of the references in it are pretty self-explanatory...
It was mainly written on a certain day last Spring, when I went to get my first Covid shot, and I spent fifteen minutes in the recovery tent, with my trusty little scratch-pad, doing a stream of consciousness of what immediately came to mind.
I think most of the references in it are pretty self-explanatory...
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The first time I went in I ended up having a panic attack due to anxiety over being out of the house combined with fear I'd get sick again. I'd already almost died from it seven months before and was worried about possible side effects. I needed to lay down for a while but ended up being OK. Second shot I felt like shit for a day but was fine after. It was weird going to the pharmacy as it was one of those old timey places that looks an old Texas general store. I felt like i'd walked into a Cracker Barrel someone had tried to renovate into a CVS and given up halfway through.
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