After work yesterday, I went out to George Wingate High School and got my second Moderna shot. It was quick and easy and well organized and I was on my way home (in a driving rain) in no time. I had a little dinner. I posted a slice. I went to bed. I thought, “Great! Give me a couple of weeks, and my whole life is going to change!” I had the #VaccinatedAttitude Marc Rebillet made me laugh about. (You can find the video on YouTube, but be forewarned: it’s a little … um … blue. Definitely NSFW!)
That all seemed about right. Then I woke up this morning. I woke up this morning and realized that I can’t even think about two weeks from now. How am I going to get through the next 24 to 36 hours? I woke up feeling like I’d been run over by a tank. And then the aches started to subside, and I got all happy … until the fever kicked in.
Woo! This fever, friends. I feel so drugged. I feel sluggish and loopy … so much so that I sent a really uncool email to the team that seemed to be calling out my boss for making problems for the project we’re working on. And, of course, my boss was on the email! Of course. Sigh. My boss, happily, isn’t an ogre, and seems fine, but I do feel crappy about it.
I tried to work all afternoon, which was a ridiculous thing to do. I needed to log off and put myself to bed. I spent the afternoon staring at different screens on my computer, not really figuring out how to approach the work, figuring out how to write a single word.
I still feel high. My fever hasn’t quite gone away. As soon as I post this, I’m going to bed. And I’m hoping I’ll wake up in the morning and feel like myself again.
And yeah, in two weeks I’ll be able to think about making plans to visit my family for the first time in a year. And that will feel so beautiful. But first I have to get through the next day.
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