Why. You ask?
I got the call Wednesday telling me that because I’m high risk, I have an appointment Friday for the Covid vaccine. Moderna. I wanted the J&J but no one asked me.
I use the word “wanted” in the loosest version possible. I haven’t decided what to do yet. 85% of healthcare workers here are refusing it. Is that because “Texas” or do they know something we should know? I’ll be honest. I’m scared. My family is happy for me but I also know that just a week ago they weren’t willing to take it yet... Rushed... No proof of long term affects... hasn’t been tested on immunocomprimised....
you know that I’m one of the people that’s going to feel like I’m dying. I know that too. That scares me too.
Didn’t I just say that I had to make it to my 53rd birthday!? Wtf!!
Then in a totally completely different and much more calming subject, I’ve been having the loveliest dreams. Dreams where it’s me chosen and I have control over those dreams, lucid dreaming, and I ask for hugs and snuggles a lot. I see the smile rather than a confused cringe and it’s warm and safe. No anxiety. Just calm. It’s been very sweet.
It’s March. I always love March. I’m strong. I’ll make it through March. Maybe have a memorial for my dad. I feel him with me. I’ve been keeping up with his Bulldogs :-) He would be walking on air right now. One our last conversations was about the Team. The playoffs were canceled and he calmly said “Ah, we’ll take it next year”
They have an angel watching over them.
Night luvs,
Me
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