Bracing myself for a sharp scratch, it wasn’t long before a cotton ball was placed over the incision point.
‘Just sit yourself down for 15 minutes before you go home,’ the nurse insisted.
Working as a community pharmacist throughout lockdown, keeping on top of my Covid vaccinations was necessary, so taking myself to get my booster on 9 March 2021, I didn’t batter an eyelid.
Experiencing the usual side effects the first time round, the idea of having another jab didn’t bother me – it was just something I needed to do.
‘How did it go?’ my husband Jordon, now 31, asked when I got home later that evening.
‘All good,’ I replied.
Only, as I settled down for the evening, I found myself reaching for both the max amount of paracetamol and ibuprofen that I could take.
And it wasn’t until I got ready in the morning that I realised how much the jab had actually affected me.
It didn’t feel this bad last time around, I thought.
So, dosing myself up once again, I grinned and bared it, hoping that the pain
