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Over the last two weeks, at least two of my COVID-19 positive friends – both 30 years old – had to get hospitalised after being diagnosed with a ‘severe’ form of viral pneumonia. Their oxygen level was dipping, and with it, my hopes that those in my age group, without any significant co-morbidities, would get away with a mild bout of COVID-19.
As the second wave consumed many in their 20s and 30s – several, due to lack of oxygen or a hospital bed – the need for a vaccine became even more dire. Although the government had opened up vaccination for all between 18-44 years, there was little clarity on whether the process would begin on 1 May, as scheduled.
As soon as I booked my slot, I alerted others and literally forced a friend to wake up and send me his ID card so that I could book a date for him before the slots ran out. I had already seen some close ones running around for a hospital bed and didn’t want others to go through the same.
Upon reaching the hospital at 9 am on 4 May, I had to furnish my appointment slip, following which I was handed over a token. This token number was being used to maintain a queue for verification, after which, one had to pay for the shot. This entire process took about two odd hours.
Although at the time of being administered the vaccine, I felt nothing but a wee bit of pain on my arm, I did develop a headache in the afternoon, followed by a fever. However, as doctors have pointed out, this is a sign that the vaccine is working and generally disappears in a day or two.
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