I'll feel better after the second shot and the wait for immunity to kick in is up, but I do feel a bit more upbeat, maybe lighter than I realized I wasn't.
I had grown numb to the sense of existential dread we've been enduring for a year.
I felt some anxiety leading up to the shot. It was never about the stick. I think I feared the appointment wouldn't hold, that somehow there'd been a mistake and a kink in the supply chain would force a further wait.
I'd been qualified for a while to receive in Virginia, but it was feeling like the day and the opportunity would never come.
It all went smoothly, though. The pharmacy I went to had things planned well, and I had only a three-minute wait for software to allow me to check in precisely 15-minutes before. Even with Siri's assist, it's hard to calculate drive time. I damn sure didn't want to be late, either.
The guy giving injections asked which arm.
"My left is to you," I said.
"It can be in either."
I told him left was fine. I had no side effects on this first one other than the sore arm everyone reports.
I'm not sure how we--all of us--will remember the day as time passes, but it will perhaps be one of those moments we look back on as this long slog becomes a blur somewhere behind us.
My list of things to do after is limited and infinite.
I'd always had the notion seeing the next Bond movie in the theater might be something to look forward to. I realized if all goes well with the second shot and a two-week wait, the planned release of Black Widow would come just as my immunity should kick in.
Then the date of Black Widow was moved to July, so almost certainly that will be a possibility if local theaters open.
Beyond that, dinner out, visits here or there with less concern, the grocery story. Christine and I have been doing curbside pickup. Browsing in the store and planning meals accordingly seems like something that will be fun.
Beyond that, what will normal be? I'll have to see. But one step closer's not too bad.
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