Vaccination Day

I have been waiting to get my first vaccination. I was fortunate to get the antibody infusion on January 11 when I had Covid. I had to wait 90 days to get vaccinated and got my first dose of the Pfizer vaccination this morning through Vanderbilt. It was a very well organized operation. I have been resting since the vaccination – out of caution. Unsure if I feel “previral” or or not but will take it easy the rest of the day.

Last Friday I had to do a telephone interview for a long-term care insurance. It was 90 minutes of questions under the penalty of insurance fraud. I knew there was going to be a memory portion to the examination so I purposefully scheduled the assessment several weeks after the time change and scheduled it immediately after I worked out when I normally feel great. I didn’t realize that I had pretest anxiety until I had incredible difficulty doing some of the exercises I have been doing for months. It happened several times which did not help my anxiety. The memory part was actually the least stressful. The questions about medical history were the poorly written questions, asked too quickly with different time frames – sometimes past 10 years, sometimes past 5 years and sometimes past 1 year. These questions were not written by anyone with skill in question writing assuming the intent is to get accurate information. The following morning, I woke up thinking about the 10 words I had been asked to memorize. Oak, list, servant, project, brand, cup, list, spring, rank – and now I have 9/10. As is classic for the health related insurance industry, they want to make sure they offer insurance to individuals who are the least likely to need it. I am not sure if I passed the test or not.

Sunday for Siblings Day I posted a picture of the 5Ts in 2018. My sister-in-law was able to find our most classic sibling photo from 1964. I remember that day, the blue spring coat and Easter bonnet. I was very embarrassed by this photo for several decades but now it brings me great joy. This was taken in the lawn outside of the farm house prior to going to the Beulah Methodist Church – out in the middle of the country between the two farms my parents grew up on. My parents were married there and the 5 siblings were all baptized there. The old country church was eventually converted into a home and I always wanted to go inside and see what it looked like.

Two days to get ready for Part 1 of my travel adventure.