Friday, January 22, 2021

The First Shot


Today, Jan 21, 2021, I received my first Covid-19 vaccine shot. As I am writing this, my arm is a little sore but it is only about 12 hours since I got it. My older daughter warned me that she had a very sore arm for a couple of days (same type, the Modern) so I have been alerted. But I also decided to take some extra Vit. D and K since that is supposed to help moderate the effects.

I am grateful I was able to find a clinic that had enough supply and was willing to work with me; up until a few days ago I was considered too healthy even though I am well over the age limit. The only thing that changed was that this clinic in Mattawa (about an hour away) had some appointment openings. Many of the distributors in the larger cities are already filled up with appointments for the next two to three weeks and have several weeks of backlogs as well.

Although I know there are folks who are eligible who do not want the vaccine and who don't want to take the risk of what might happen with something not well-tested, there are plenty who do want it. The risk of getting Covid-19 is so much worse, as I have learned from friends and one in particular is a nurse who got it herself and now, almost two months post-recovery, she is still dealing with lung capacity, stamina and brain alertness. I do not want that.

The current theory of some doctors is that Vit. D, C and K along with Zinc are good as prophylactics for the disease. I have been diligent in taking all of them and also the social distancing, wearing a mask, washing hands and sanitizing when out since March when it first became apparent this was going to be more than a 'flu' strain. The U.S. leadership failed the population by minimizing and refusing to take aggressive actions and today, almost a year since the whole world became aware of the dangers, over 400,000 people in the U.S. (of all ages) have died from it.

Perhaps I should have written about the isolation, the weeks and months of staying at home, finding things to occupy my mind and hands, but I did not want to add to the frustration by putting it down on paper (blog). And there were other issues to focus on after Wayne developed a blot clot in his left leg in June and then had other health issues all through October, November and December - one we are still dealing with today.

The one bright spot in all the turmoil of the past four years is that Joe Biden was elected and inaugurated as our new President and yesterday offered up a plan for hope and recovery! It feels to me, at times, as if my relationship with Wayne has been just like the political situation with the discovery of things which should have been revealed before we ever decided to get married. There is not much I can do about it now except go on from here. But when I find I am with someone who has his own self-interest at the forefront all the time, it is discouraging.

So tonight I am hoping that the astrological and energetic shifts will bring me some personal hope and recovery as well. And this First Shot will be followed by another and while we may never return to what was called 'normal' perhaps we will find ways to nurture the needs for social interaction bordered by national respect for each other and that our hope is not misplaced.

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

A Day Like No Other

I WAITED...

for the results of the Run-off election in Georgia and was encouraged to hear that the Democratic. candidate Rev. Warnock was already being considered the winner of his race. And as the final results started coming in for the other Democratic runner, Mr. Ossoff, there was other news beginning to overwhelm the airwaves.

I WATCHED...

as thousands of (probably) paid protestors swarmed over the Washington D.C. Capitol building, like fire ants bent on destruction and disruption. And they had that effect, at first. The Congress had to adjourn from their ceremonial acceptance of the Electoral College votes for incoming President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris.

I HELD MY BREATH...

wondering if our democracy would hold against the tyranny of seditious senators and callous congress members seeking to overthrow everything for a bully, a con man, a lawbreaker, a liar. And while the halls and walls of the Capitol building may have been sullied, the pustule had broken wide open for everyone to see... the blood-red infection spread throughout the building leaving its dark and nasty marks everywhere. And suddenly there were a few who backed down from their previous plan, seeing the damage and seeing what traitorous acts were being done.

I SIGHED...

and the Congress returned to do its real, albeit ceremonious work of accepting the Truth - that Joe Biden and Kamala Harris had won the election fairly - after weeks of over 60 judicial actions discounting any claims of fraud or mishandling of ballots. 

STILL I WILL NOT SLEEP EASILY until the 20th of January when Joe and Kamala are installed and inaugurated. And I will not sleep well again until those criminals have all been brought to justice for their un-democratic actions...  the wound cannot heal until it is fully cleansed and then we can think about stitching it up.

Trust is a delicate commodity... once violated it is hard, perhaps even impossible, to regain.