I couldn’t bear to look, but I was certain that I was losing blood fast. As I prepared to slip in and out of consciousness, I looked up at the nurse and asked, timidly, “Give it to me straight. Am I going to die?” She rolled her eyes. “No, you absolute wuss. Come back in 4 weeks for your booster shot.”
Yes, I am now a member of the Moderna Family, which probably won’t run for far too many seasons on ABC. I am on a schedule that should render me fully protected right around Opening Day, for whatever that’s worth.