. . . . In case I had a heavy reaction to second anti-virus injection, put in a variety of reading to chose from.
Which I'm glad I did.
Was asleep by 10:30 last night. Didn't get out of bed until noon. But I remain fatigued as well as arm very sore from shoulder, and even twinges down to wrist. I'm light-headed and fuzzy thinking. Judging by others' similar experience with their second Modern injection, I assume these symptoms will go away by tomorrow evening.
I took some Tylenol, which has helped, except
These are the books I chose to choose from:
- Andrew Birkin's J.M Barrie and the Lost Boys: The Real Story Behind Peter Pan (1979 in England, in tandem, sort of, with the BBC, with his award winning British television trilogy based on the book. It's been updated more than once. Published only in 2003 in the US. The later editions include more extensive visual material than the previous ones, as well as some materials not included in the trilogy of films because he hadn't stumbled upon them yet.
- Sybille Bedford's A Visit to Don Otavio: A Mexican Journey (1953; Bruce Chatwin's Intro, 1986) -- "...a travel book written by a novelist ..."
- Nick Bryant's When America Stopped Being Great: A History of the Present (2021). The author is a Brit, so there is bite, wit, and glee, as well as research.
- Marie Vieux-Chauvet's Dance On The Volcano (1957. Translated from French into English in 2016. This is an historical novel, whose chronological location is late 18th century San Domingue -- to become Haiti. One of the protagonist's is a successful mixed race opera star, whose talent takes her across racial barriers and social barriers. It's different for her sister. As the Revolution inexorably draws in upon the privileged castes and classes, social and political consciousness / awareness develops. This is a brilliant period to locate an historical novel with depth; the theater and opera were wildly popular in pre-Revolutionary San Domingue, performed by highly talented artists, both home-grown and visiting from France and Europe -- and well-paid, many of them. I've wanted to read this novel for a long time.
The hilarious thing is I have all this reading I can choose from, but all I want to do is get back in bed, and listen to an audio book, because holding the book and reading it too much work. Beyond that, nothing feels real, more like I'm still dreaming. Good grief! Ya wanna talk privilege? I have got some, all right!
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Later this afternoon, I felt progressively chilled. Got back into bed clothes, but much warmer than normal for this time of year, pulled blanket and duvet over me. Started to have shivers, even with cashmere opera length mitts under the sleeves of thermal sleep shirt and wool sox. Shoulders, arms, hands, feet and digits felt ice cold. The shivers came increasingly frequently, and were quite intense. El V came in and read out loud to me from the Sybill Bedford book of her journey to Mexico, which frequently made me laugh out loud in delight, so often was she comical. Intentionally comic, or at least dryly witty. It's not situational comedy, but compositional comedy, from how she structures paragraphs and sentences and the word choices.
At least, unlike with cold and flu when I had the chills and shakes and shivers, there was no accompanying respiratory miseries such as the throat scorched by a blow torch, with nostrils feeling the same way.
After enough time when by that I could take Tylenol again, I had lashings of strong, ground black pepper in chicken broth that had been in the freezer, with mushrooms left over from last night, with dumplings from the Gourmet Garage, gotten and frozen earlier this week. It was perfect. Took two more Tylenol, got back into bed. Within a half hour the shivers stopped. Slowly the chill left my body.
Now I'm sitting up and typing on the little laptop.
B says ths is exactly how went with him after his second Moderna injection. By tomorrow it will all be over. But maybe sooner for me as B doesn't have el V to read Sybill Bedford to him, while plaintively asking, "What?" about every 11th British usage. Also, you know, from 1953. A world that has long been gone. I'm enjoying this book immensely!
The arm - shoulder still hurts quite a bit -- all that dense, hard muscle the vaccinator had to push that needle into. All these years of working out, even with ligh weight weights, push-ups, etc.
Woke feeling normal, whatever that means, other than remaining soreness and stiffness in the upper arm.
What an amazing gift are these vaccines for those us privileged and lucky enough to get them!
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