I always knew I’d get the COVID vaccine. There was no question about it, I had no hesitations—and I’m someone who used to kick and scream whenever I had to get injections, even as an adult.
I bawled in the emergency room when I found out I was being admitted for dengue because I knew it meant getting an IV. I was almost 30 years old then and I didn’t care that people were watching me throw a toddler-level tantrum. That’s how much I hated needles.
But there would be no tears for me this time. If a couple of shots were all that was standing between me and protection from this awful virus, hell, go ahead, prick me like a voodoo doll.
Doctors have compared the vaccin…
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