I woke up this morning and felt pretty low. Not ridiculously low, but not great, either. At first I thought it could be because of dehydration, with headache, and soreness: the weather has been hot lately. But after a moment I realized it was probably the vaccine that was causing me to feel this way. Mrs. felt the same, so I concluded that it was definitely the jab that put me low. It is nearly noon the next day, and honestly, I think if I were to nap, I would probably feel fully recovered after. It is not horrible, but it is tiresome.
So, I had that nap. When I woke up, I felt like a villain in an old Batman show. “Pop! BAM! Wham!” It was me old bones a popping. I rolled over from my face, and the noise! Well, that was a bit much. I am still sore in the joints, but apart from that, I do feel a lot better.
Knowing that the first shot is not nearly as bad as the second is a real comfort. No, wait! I am doomed! That second one is going to require some time planned for laying about and doing not a damn thing! Gah!
I don’t know if there is any relation between how one reacts to the shot, and how one would have succumbed to Covid-19, but if it is by chance any indicator… Well, I am glad this is the shot, and not the actual virus. I don’t want to know at all what that is like. I am so sorry for those who have got it bad, and for those who have died or lost someone to it. In fact, my experiences here are insignificant compared to what others have been through. This is just my journal of the events I go through, and I cannot even begin to compare to others, and this is not at all meant to.
Well, summer is about here, though you would never guess that she has not already jumped on top and had her wicked way with us, and left us sweating and panting. I am not a heat fan. I am not an extreme cold fan, either, really. I think it is all rooted in my California birth and early upbringing. Temperate climate, that’s what’s for me! Instead, I live here where it is a desert in the summers and a frozen tundra in winters. How’s that?
It is not bad today. It is only about 90 right now. I am non functioning out in that temperature. But when 98 rolls around, that’s it! I’m dead. The only place that should ever be at or above 98 is either in the oven, or in the dining room of the house in winter when the fire is rolling and the snow is blowing. At 90, I can sneak out for little bits at a time and get some outdoor chores done. I don’t understand desert rats at all. How do people live in so much heat?
But what I wouldn’t give for some rain! I watered the potato crop last night. I needed it to get started, and hopefully that was enough to trigger them. When the farmer next door ran his irrigation line by, the wind was blowing and the water only hit a third of the potato crop. I had to make up the difference. With the drought going, it is kind of scary that it may continue on for a long time to come. Last year was dry. Winter was dry. There have been rains at the normal frequency this year, but they have been less than a third of the normal amount to fall.
Okay, there is my list of complaints. I am going to get up and move these stiff joints around and see if I can loosed them up.