The neurologist said, "Well, we're giving out Evusheld now, right down the hall." And then I knocked him down and trampled everyone between me and Covid immunity.
Well, no, I did not, because I had to get registered, but I certainly gave him an enthusiastic yes. Yes to a treatment that will do for me what vaccines did for everybody else? Yeysyesyes.
The nurse in the infusion center where they kept the shots said they'd only been approved for use with my medicine for about a month. Then she pulled the curtains around my chair, and I started unbuttoning my blouse for better upper-arm access, and she said,"No, they go in your hips."
- This nurse was too much of a lady to say "butt" or even "buttocks," but that's where the shots went.
- Yes, shots, two, one for antibody number one and then another for an entirely separate antibody.
I really thought it was odd that one shot went in one butt cheek ("hip") and the other went in the other side. Did they meet at my spine? Is there a rule about overloading a butt cheek?
- I felt no side effects, except for fifteen minutes in when I felt what I can only describe as "physical emptiness." I might have confused physical and emotional emptiness; if so that could have been the possible depression side effect. That was gone in five minutes.
- The guy sitting next to me got it and wanted to be sure it was not the vaccine.
"I'm not getting the vaccine, right?"
"No sir. These are just the antibodies."
"Good. I'm not getting that Covid shot."
I really wanted to shiver violently and say, "Nurse, I feel weird, like my body is sending out satellite signals," but I did not.
So, two antibodies equals one butt-full of protection for the next 6 months.
EDITED TO ADD;
Well, this post didn't even get published before variant BQ showed up.
This from an article about the new variant, BQ: "The U.S. Food and Drug Administration also recently warned health care providers that Evusheld may not neutralize all variants of SARS-CoV-2."
Sigh. I went nowhere. I didn't even get to take my mask off.