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I first applied for a vaccine test in early May. I was paid 235 pounds for five visits to the hospital, I had several needles in my hands and I mostly felt like a guinea pig, all of which was talked about in the hopes that I would help develop the vaccine.
Nothing much has been said about how much we have been saved from the crown crisis, and testing the Oxford University vaccine has been one of the possible responses that has been developing around the world. The vaccine has been repeatedly highlighted as the greatest hope to return to our lives before a pandemic.
The UK government has invested a lot of money in it; he has promised to add £ 43 million to laboratories in his country that have tested humans. The first phase I took part in was held in England in May.
The application process was more rigorous than I expected. There are many administrations, such as requesting a bank account, but you are also a little worried. I made the request through an online survey and there they asked me all the questions about my family’s personal history and health. When they approved my vaccine, they called me to the hospital.
When I went to a hospital in south London, I was isolated in my home for two months; I live alone and have been unemployed for a long time. For the same reason I found myself in a waiting room surrounded by other people who I thought was here.
On the first visit, you should provide urine and blood samples, fill out the forms, and watch a video about how they expect to have only mild side effects. Then you go home to wait for the green light when everything is checked.
In the meantime, my friends and family had a bunch of questions, including a lot of misconceptions that I might suffer from coronavirus within a trial. That is not true!
Two days after my first visit to the hospital, I sent an email with an additional consultation as to why I had not yet received a call for an injection. The answer was basically, “Calm down and wait.” It was the first time I started to feel nervous.
They called me and took me to the hospital. Although I was worried, it was also closest to the feeling of work I had in recent months. It was a tempting reminder of life before it was locked up (despite the sterile atmosphere).
Nostalgia quickly evaporated when the nurse began talking about vaccines given to monkeys. True, I appreciate the sacrifice made for the medical sciences, but the calm image of the cobweb in my head was not really there now.
I was reminded of several messages I received from people in vulnerable groups, including a woman with multiple sclerosis who told me, “You’re doing something that can help millions of people.” That’s why I felt fearless for an adult man who doesn’t like needles and watches horror movies from his fingers.
The injection itself – the only dose you received – was painless. They gave me a thermometer and asked me to record my symptoms on a daily basis. It seems that my biggest side effect has been paranoia.
I don’t know if I was on 50% of the subjects who received the real vaccine or I was on 50% of the placebo control group, but I went to bed twice in the first week with mild fever symptoms.
I wrote “fever and sneezing” in my diary on the third day of the vaccine. Seeing that my temperature at 36.5 degrees was pretty normal that day, maybe my words seemed excessive.
as the weeks went by, I no longer had any symptoms. It has become my concern – the success of the vaccine. I didn’t care at first what vaccine was going to come out, but all the good news about “my” vaccine encouraged and celebrated me.
Then, when it was reported that the vaccinated monkeys had gotten the coronavirus, I felt lost. Luckily, I won’t (intentionally) deal with the virus in the same way, but I wanted to tell my grandchildren that I tried the vaccine that saved humanity, and that they weren’t one of the forgotten results that failed.
In retrospect, I’ve seen myself misunderstood as the main character who certainly had the best story and the most dramatic side effects. Eventually, I realized that there would be only thousands of volunteers trying the Oxford vaccine.
Failure and learning are key to the success of scientists, and even if my vaccines fail, I will never regret being one of the first to add my name to that famous list.
The author of this acknowledgment has not felt any major side effects from the vaccine since May, and has not received a crown!