I had my second vaccine yesterday.
I walked into the Dee Events Center like I owned the place!
I walked up to the table where they would be stabbing me with a needle.
I asked where the yellow band-aids were.
The man in charge of stabbing me went on a long walk, in search of yellow band-aids and found none.
That is actually probably the reason for the fact that it almost killed me.
It sure tried.
I felt great right after.
Then... two hours later came and I was not well.
Dizzy. Light-headed. Nauseous.
Not okay.
I went home to finish off my work day at home.
I went to bed after taking some Tylenol.
It got worse.
At about 1 am this morning, I was sure I was dying and began wondering if I still have life insurance for my children.
The headache was worse than post-stroke.
My arm felt like Francis Ngannou hit it.
I had vomiting and diarrhea for hours.
I kind of wanted to die.
This morning, I am at work.
Because I'm effing tough!
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