This is me trying to make a funny face at the CVS after my first Pfizer shot yesterday. I ended up looking deranged, hehe.
The saga of shots. Unlike other states or even other areas of our state, getting vaccinated against COVID is a nightmare of virtually standing in line, refreshing, refreshing, refreshing, finally getting in, and then being advised that the vaccine supply has ran out. The state exchange is a bust, so I’ve been stalking the CVS site for the last few weeks, and one day it told me they had appointments available. Score!
I force Gordon to drop what he is doing and get him to log into CVS. I am already in line, so I make my appointment for Friday, April 16th and then his turn comes and no luck. It’s booked. On a hunch, I try again, and I am able to get an appointment for him. We are both getting Pfizer. Fantastic.
I haven’t shared this with you, but I’ve had some troubling symptoms over the past year or so, and my doctor wanted me to see a cardiologist, which I did, and he ordered a stress test and a heart ultrasound to see if anything weird is happening. So first COVID shot is Friday, then cardio check up following Wednesday, April 21.
Friday morning Gordon says, “My appointment is cancelled.”
I immediately say, “Then I am not getting mine.”
Which is incredibly stupid. I am not sure what happened there, because yes, why wouldn’t I want to get vaccinated and reduce the risk to my unvaccinated husband? Brain glitch moment.
Gordon then says, “Get in the car. I’m taking you to get your shot.”
We drive to the CVS in New Braunfels, which is one town over, and the GPS messes up. We have to U turn. Finally we get to this appointment with 2 minutes to spare. I run into the pharmacy, and the nice check in lady says, “I have Gordon but not Ilona…”
I’m like, “That’s my husband! Hold on!”
I run to the car, drag Gordon out, and he gets his shot. Yay! While I am waiting for him, I check and I can get a Pfizer appointment this Wednesday at 10:30 am. My cardiology appointment is at 1:00 pm, this works, I grab it.
We get home and at 4:59 pm the cardiologist’s office person calls. “By the way, we need a clear COVID result for the stress test.”
It took me 2 months to get an appointment with the cardiologist, another 3 weeks before I could have this test, and they tell me I need a clear COVID test now. Like couldn’t you have mentioned this earlier? I have waited to so long for this appointment. I can’t miss it, because there is no telling how long it will take.
I starts looking around and I can get a rapid COVID test on Sunday. Fine. Rapid test results should be available “within hours.” Great. I have Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday morning to get the results.
Sunday I get to the CVS and no rapid test, only regular COVID test, which I must administer myself in the car in the drive-through. Funny thing, when you shove a medical size qtip far enough up your nose, your body hates it and makes you cry.
Monday the cardiologist’s office calls. “How is the COVID test?”
I tell them I signed up for CVS Mychart and so far nothing.
On Tuesday afternoon, a very nice doctor calls and says, “Come in anyway. We will figure it out.”
Gordon takes me to get my shot. The last shot I had was against tetanus, so I mentally prep myself for sitting there and having liquid pushed into my arm.
I poked myself with a needle harder when I sewed.
I take a selfie, sit for about 5 minutes, nothing is happening, and I have places to be, so I am out.
Kid 1 and Cage, her boyfriend, drive me to Austin, because Cage knows the city and I am not sure what state I will be in after the test. I get in 30 minutes early and am immediately ushered to the back. A very nice doctor once again explains that they can’t do the stress test, but I can get the chemical stress test, which means a shot to dilate my veins and 2 minutes on the treadmill. Great! At this point, I just want this over with, as I have stressed out over this for weeks. I am barred from strenuous activity until the results from this come in, so I want to go back to elliptical and walks.
It takes them 3 times to get the IV in – bad day for blood vessels – which is great. My veins usually cooperate, but occasionally they don’t and during one of the labors, I can’t recall which, they tried to get an IV into me 9 times. It’s in there on the third try, so awesome.
For the next 3 hours I am treated as if I am made of glass. Everything is explained, everything is reassuring, everyone has the same friendly yet very caring manner. I have ultrasound, I am placed into some sort of Star Wars looking machine for pictures to be taken, and by the time I get to the treadmill, I am totally relaxed. I get on the treadmill. My pulse is 80, which is normal for me, as my heart likes to beat a little fast and my blood pressure is 120/78. I starts walking in my mask, they give me the shot into my IV, and it’s like someone attached cinderblocks to my feet.
I keep dragging myself forward. I get short of breath. About two minutes later, they make me sit down. How am I feeling? Is my head hurting? Would I like some caffeine? They have coke and coffee, and when I tell them no thank you, I only drink tea, they assure me that tea can be brought to me. If you are around Austin and you need cardio work, go to Seton. Seriously. They check my blood pressure again and it’s something like 130/80. They seem to be happy with it.
Then I am given peanut butter crackers and cajoled to eat them. It would really help everyone if I ate the crackers. I’ve been fasting, so I eat the crackers. They take more Star Wars pictures, and I am out of there.
The problem that presented itself earlier didn’t reoccur when I was on the treadmill, so I don’t know if it means anything, but hopefully it means I am good and it’s unrelated to my heart. I will know more on May 11th. Gordon and I are scheduled for out second doses on May 8th and May 12th respectively.
When I got home, I logged into Mychart on autopilot, because I have checked it every time I signed on for the past 3 days.
I know you guys are waiting for the writing update. We are almost done with the project we are working on, and I have this odd superstitious feeling that it should be finished before we talk about it. So more to come. 🙂