The Foxes both got stabbed in the arm yesterday afternoon by a very nice NHS nurse wielding a vaccination in a syringe. We got our first doses of the Oxford/AstraZenica version.
The whole process was incredibly well orchestrated – easy parking, easy progress through varying levels of interrogation, four separate hand-sanitising moments as you wander through and then a swift chat with a nurse about underlying medical things, any unexplained recent symptoms and so on – just what you’d expect before getting the needle. Finally, the jab stage where you get given a neat little card with the batch number and the type of vaccine recorded, so that you can be sure to get the right stage two jab in a few weeks’ time. Another nurse rolls your sleeve up and administers the vaccine in your arm of choice and it’s all over. The procession through the process reminded me in some way of going to Santa’s Grotto in Dingles at Christmas when I was five.
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