I’ve Been Shot!

Yesterday was my first Covid vaccine.
The Pfizer one which is one of the two I was willing to get based on the reading that I have done.
And so easy.
My appointment was scheduled for 3:50 but you are suppose to arrive 15 minutes early.
I went through 9 people before I was sat down.
Within minutes I was vaccinated.
Early yet.
By 4 p.m. I was on my way home.
The first thing that I noticed is my arm.
The injection site is tender.
Enough so that when I rolled over in the night I woke up.
I had a bath later in the evening and was in bed by 8.
I am not in the throes of being sick.
But I have not had the flu/cold in well over three years.
Last night I had a wee bit of the sniffles and a cough.
You know the type.
The little tickle in the back of your throat?
I have not been coughing a lot but it is there.
This does not even rank as anything to write home about other than my experience thus far.
Everyone is different.
And everyone will react differently.
I am going to spend my day laying on the couch reading and watching tv.
I have started a new book: Chasing  Salome written by Martian Turnbull.
Who also wrote a series about the start of Hollywood and its stars.
Seven books which I have read all of save for #7.
Which I plan to read while on holidays this week.
I love old Hollywood.
So books like these always hook me and I get lost for hours in an era that I was never a part of.
Today is going to be an absolute stay on the couch and move only when necessary.
As in when I heard Thomas make such a mournful cry and thunking noise.
I flew off the couch and into my room.
I thought he was caught between the bedframe and wall.
Nope not there.
I go into T’s room and he is no where to be seen.
Until I looked up.
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And there he was on the top of T’s door.
How he got up there I do not know.
But he could not get down so I hopped up on the rolling office chair and got him down.
There really never is a dull moment in my household.
©May 23/21
Picture my own
****It would have been mean of me to leave him up there while I took a picture of the door.

Did I break You?

If y’all remember not that long ago I had the fun of trying to get my Fire stick replaced.
How they could not create a label so they put money on a GC on my account for me to use.
Also discovered that the one I had was not suppose to work to turn t.v. on and adjust volumn.
Apparently my remote and Fire stick were having an identity crisis given that if I unplugged it from the wall the it worked to do all of that.
I have now had the new Fire stick a generational upgrade which works to turn the t.v. on and off as well as adjusting volumn.
Home page looks different.
But it has worked ever since I plugged it in.
No problems at all.
Now I have to return the item.
I have been putting that off because I thought I had to go to the UPS store for some reason.
Got the printer down from the cupboard (I remembered this time) and printed off the return label discovering that it was to go back expedited Canada Post.
That was easy I did not have interact with a single soul.
Put the items to return back in envelope new stick came in.
Rolled it over and over and secured it tightly with…..electrical tape.
Then I taped the return label to the bundle.
Again with electrical tape.
I had to run down to the main post office but as I was going to wash the car anyways it was no skin off my nose.
And when I say run down to the post office it required me crossing the street and driving 4 blocks to the post office.
I was back and in the car wash bay no more than 5 minutes after leaving the house.
Lights.
Stop signs.
Also tried to shove it into the post box where I get my mail to no avail which precipitated the drive to the main one.
I was the only one in the carwash so I did not put my mask on.
As I finished up a car came in but I was leaving so it worked out well for both of us.
While washing the car I realized that I had also included the remote that had been sent to me to replace what was thought to be a faulty remote.
Decided when I got home that I would email CS and let them know.
I broke the poor person.
It took more than one attempt to explain that all I was doing was letting them know that the old stick was in the mail along with the other remote.
My desire to let them know that I had returned item lead to a great deal of confusion.
He could not understand.
He thought a parcel was lost.
He could find nothing to track.
When had I mailed it?
My sarcasm went something like this:
I have no concerns.
I am literally letting you know that I put the package into the mailbox.
This morning.
This lead to an abrupt change and they had finally figured it out.
Was asked if they could do anything else to help me?
Again sarcasm:
Thank you no. You have been incredibly helpful this morning and now I can spend the rest of my holidays stress-free over my return.
Maybe that time it go through because the chat window snapped shut before I could take a picture of it.
It was sarcasm wrapped in politeness at its finest.
Ah well I am sure I will get to do this again and again.
Sarcasm is a language I am fluent in.
Have a great Saturday people.
I think I am going to make another pot of coffee.
©May 22/21
Picture of me