It’s finally my turn! I’m getting my vaccine on Friday and I’m so excited I can hardly stand it. Who would have dreamt after a year of virtual lockdown the thing that was going to give us all a shot in the arm was an actual shot in the arm.
I’ve been patiently waiting my turn as the more vulnerable got their shots. I was too young to get on the first train, too old for the surprise AstraZeneca shipment and too nonessential to jump the queue. But it’s finally my turn. Hugs are within eyeshot and connection is on the horizon.
The effect of this virus will be felt long after the pandemic is under control, people will come out of this changed. I for one have grown comfortable in the new quiet of my life – I expect little out of a day and that’s what I usually get. I can’t remember the last time I had to hurry anywhere or blitz the house or actually run while on errands – I’ve become spunkless. Oddly I’m okay with not being spunky but I do worry about my social skills, I’m not sure I will remember how to have an conversation about anything other than the virus.
For months the virus has filled the airwaves, it seems the news can’t get enough of it. Running tallies grow by the minute: cases, hospitalizations, deaths, vaccines delivered, shots in arms. It’s all about numbers and today I’m counting them down until Friday.