I got in late January, early February the year it came out, while flying to a ski trip to Crested Butte, Co. from a little bitty old oriental woman that changed planes in Memphis, coughing her head off into a little wet handkerchief all the way down the aisle and then sitting directly across the aisle from me and two seats behind two more in the ski party. The cheif and the Colonel got it, too. No picnic living at 10,500 ft in a ski in ski out condo. Got quarantined when I got home. My clinic called me patient zero as the first they'd seen. Got quarantined again two months later as a neighbor fell down dead in the yard next door not breathing. I didn't know he had died with it until the heath department confirmed after the autopsy in Nashville that it was what killed him and he had returned a week earlier from Detroit where they were dropping like flies at the time, and he had been there for a funeral of family member there that had died with it. Boy, the crap you don't know when neighbors bang on the door, needing somebody that knows CPR! They ordered me to quarantine and come in for testing or see my personal physician. Needless to say, I've had an interesting view of the pandemic, even being a convalescent plasma donor, my whites cells harvested to treat others with the disease. When the vaccine became available to my age group, I went for it, as have never had trouble with vaccines and had a bunch over the year.
I wish you good luck with your decision, also and hope it keeps working out for you.