My COVID-19 Vaccine Experience, Part 2: One Down, One to Go

My COVID-19 Vaccine Experience, Part 2: One Down, One to Go
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Last in a series. Read part one

In last week’s column, my hope of getting a COVID-19 vaccine was slowly chipped away while I navigated the difficult process. Almost two weeks after our governor, Greg Abbott, announced that my group, Phase 1B, should be vaccinated, I couldn’t find the vaccine anywhere. The Texas Department of State Health Services wouldn’t release an updated list of vaccine distribution centers until Monday, so I wasn’t going to fret about it over the weekend.

Don’t call us, we’ll call you.

On Saturday morning, my fitness tracker alerted me of an incoming text. Without my glasses, all I could make out was a San Antonio phone number and something about COVID-19. I dragged myself out of bed to check my phone, assuming the message was about vaccine delays.

With my toothbrush in my mouth, I cheered as I read that my transplant hospital had enough doses for established patients. Did I want one?

I excitedly responded for an appointment scheduler to call me. I didn’t expect to hear from anyone until later in the week. Surprisingly, someone called on Sunday morning. I could have made my appointment for 8 a.m. on Friday, but despite my eagerness, I didn’t want to wake up at dawn and battle rush hour traffic on the 80-mile stretch connecting Austin and San Antonio. I settled for an appointment on Friday at 2 p.m.

Although I was ecstatic, I felt guilty for having the vaccine offered to me while others continued to run into dead ends. I shared the news of my appointment only with my immediate family members and a close friend, a nurse, who recently had been immunized at work.

V-day arrives.

Later in the week, I discovered that my gastroenterologist’s colleague had discouraged people from getting the COVID-19 vaccine within 48 hours of receiving a biologic. My Remicade (infliximab) infusion was about 30 hours before my appointment. I wasn’t too concerned and had planned to go to the vaccine clinic alone. My husband was worried I might experience side effects on the drive back, so he took the day off to accompany me.

When I entered the hospital, a screener in the lobby took my temperature, handed me a visitor tag for the vaccine clinic, and told me to have a seat. After she had a group of four patients, she instructed us to go down the hallway. A group of nurses greeted us outside the vaccination room to record our demographics, verify our contact information, and get our verbal consent for the shot. They directed us into the room one by one.

Once inside, another nurse handed me two cards and fact sheets about the Moderna vaccine. I then waited for one of the two inoculation stations to open up. When my turn came, a nurse confirmed my identity and asked if I had had any vaccines in the past 14 days. The other nurse prepped the syringe and then pressed down on my shoulder as she jammed the needle in my upper arm. The vaccine felt no different from getting my annual flu shot.

My official vaccination card showing the date of my first dose of the Moderna COVID-19 vaccine. (Photo by Emmeline Olson)

Afterward, I handed both cards to another nurse who recorded my information. She handed back my vaccine card and directed me to the observation room to make my appointment for my second dose. Before I could leave, I had to sit for 15 minutes.

Compared to the horrendous vaccine distribution system, the organization and efficiency of the vaccine clinic impressed me. The entire process took a little more than half an hour.

Two weeks down, but for others, many weeks to go.

After the first shot, I had a sore arm for a few days. I’ve heard chills, tiredness, and headache are more common with the second shot. I had a similar experience with the shingles booster. I anticipate my next dose of Moderna on Feb. 12 will be rougher.

As of Jan. 21, I’m one of only 17.6 million Americans who have received their first dose of the COVID-19 vaccine.

According to news reports, Austin Public Health has acknowledged vaccinating walk-ins “out of common courtesy.” Texas health officials are relying on “the honor system” instead of requiring proof of medical necessity. I’m infuriated that some people were able to cut in line ahead of priority groups. A friend, who is a physician’s assistant, and my husband, who has hypertension and is a 1C essential worker, can’t even get on a waiting list.

I’m hoping that with U.S. President Joe Biden’s national COVID-19 strategy to vaccinate 100 million Americans within his first 100 days in office, the next three months will look a lot different from the first six weeks of the vaccine rollout.

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Emmeline is a 47-year-old Crohn’s warrior and primary sclerosing cholangitis survivor. Her column encourages patients and caregivers to advocate for better healthcare and educates readers about her rare autoimmune diseases. She also freelances as a communication specialist, offering writing, editing, and graphic design services. Emmeline (an Auburn fan) and her husband Patrick (an Alabama fan) enjoy watching SEC football and spending time with loved ones in Austin, Texas. Thanks to a liver transplant in 2017, Emmeline is training for her third-degree black belt in the Korean martial art Mu Sool Won.
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Emmeline is a 47-year-old Crohn’s warrior and primary sclerosing cholangitis survivor. Her column encourages patients and caregivers to advocate for better healthcare and educates readers about her rare autoimmune diseases. She also freelances as a communication specialist, offering writing, editing, and graphic design services. Emmeline (an Auburn fan) and her husband Patrick (an Alabama fan) enjoy watching SEC football and spending time with loved ones in Austin, Texas. Thanks to a liver transplant in 2017, Emmeline is training for her third-degree black belt in the Korean martial art Mu Sool Won.

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