I scheduled my Moderna booster shot (and flu vaccine) for Friday afternoon. I’d been hearing that lots of people have been getting sick with the booster, and, with the wedding barreling down on us, I knew that taking 24 hours off to be sick was maybe not the best idea, but I really wanted to get this over with before the wedding.
So for two days prior, I busted my butt getting all the stuff done. I cooked ahead, ran errands, did chores, made the kids’ to-do lists for the following day and lectured the whole family about expectations. To my husband, I was very clear: even though I might be sick all day, you have GOT to keep things moving, I said. And then, hoping to get in a few hours of good sleep prior to the vaccine kicking in, I went to bed early.
At around four o’clock in the morning, I grew restless and achy, but when I got up in the morning, I actually felt pretty good, all things considered. I had energy to walk to the bathroom, and I was hungry for breakfast. I popped some Tylenol and went downstairs to make coffee.
My husband had just come in from milking. He felt terrible, he said. He’d slept horribly and had a wicked headache.
You’ll feel better after your coffee, I said.
And that’s when he confessed: he’d gotten his booster the day before, too, just a couple hours before me. He wasn’t going to tell me, he said. His plan was to be all cool and unaffected, and then later, he’d tell me all nonchalant-like.
HA. His little I’m-so-cool plan backfired.
For the whole day: chills, rattling teeth, splitting headache, nausea, the works. I wasn’t too hot, either, mind you, but I wasn’t that bad.
It was sort of funny, but I was pissed, too. He’d sabotaged my day! Instead of resting and babying myself, I was making him tea, covering him with blankets, and overseeing the kids’ chores while he shivered and moaned on his bed of pain.
my mom sent over a little care package for the sickies
That night, my simmering temper finally erupted. I didn’t care that he got the vaccine — that was FINE, that was GOOD — but he couldn’t just sabotage my carefully-laid plans and squander a precious wedding-prep day and then act like everything was all peachy cute.
To make the restitution I demanded, he spent the next day working double-hard and now marital peace has been restored.
Plus, we’re boostered.
P.S. Sunday night, he had chills and achiness again (and another horrible night of sleep), and he discovered that his lymph nodes under his arms were wildly swollen. Monday was much better, though he was still draggy. And me? I’m totally fine, go figure.
P.P.S. About the Omicron variant: “For now, vaccinated people can reasonably continue to behave as they were — but many should feel urgency about getting booster shots.” (New York Times) GET YOUR BOOSTERS, PEOPLE.