Anxiety Triggers and The Covid Vaccine
The other Saturday I went and queued in line to have my Covid vaccine jab. It was a beautiful sunny day so I walked there and joined the line of about thirty people, all calmly waiting our turn to get the jab.
I felt good that day. I’d been for a lovely ten mile run along the river and was pleased with how strongly I ran. I walked the five mile round trip to get my vaccine. I came home feeling fine and then later I felt quite tired but nothing else.
By the early hours I was shivering, burning up, moaning, unsettled, uncomfortable and feeling like I’d been hit by a truck! I know some people had no reactions to their Covid jab, but I was knocked for six. For someone who had run ten miles the day before, I struggled to sit up in bed to have a drink! And it’s no secret in our house (just ask my wife) that I’m a very bad patient indeed! My kids did me more than proud though while I was out of action (and my wife had a reaction to the jab too) and did things together nicely, fetched and carried and were all around pleasant and helpful (apart from the sniggering because they’ve never seen me so ill and incapable before!).
The jab itself is a doddle. Answer a few questions about medical type things (most of which I’d never even heard of) and within a painless second it’s all over and they give you the ‘I’ve had my Covid vaccination’ sticker and send you on your way. If you do struggle with things like needles and injections though, get in touch because I can help you with that.
However, vaccinations and needles aside, there was one thing during my appointment that reminded me of an old anxiety trigger that really used to get to me and send my anxiety soaring.