Slightly Overwhelmed

This morning, I heard mine and Z’s phone call out a notification at the same time. I figured it was probably the Whatsapp group for Smaller’s year, as it normally is. Nope — it was from our doctor surgery, inviting both of us to book our covid vaccines. Which, unsurprisingly, we booked as fast as humanly possible, and will be attending our first dose on Tuesday.

Y’all, I could weep. Almost did. Local news reports that vaccination is a bit ahead of national schedule; the goal was to get all the 70 and older sorted by today. The next cohort, according to the government website, is 65 and older, and the one we’re in is ‘all individuals aged 16 years to 64 years with underlying health conditions which put them at higher risk of serious disease and mortality’. I’m not sure that my chronic fatigue rates (even though it’s immuno and absolutely should), but my bipolar would appear to fall under severe mental illness. Z has asthma from hell that restricts his breathing over things as casual as someone wearing too much perfume outside. 

So uh… yeah. Just the weight of realising I’m not going to lose most of another year is amazing. I mean, I think it’s going to take ages for things to get back to ‘normal’, and that people should continue to be vigilant and careful, but like. I might actually like, feel safe going into a store with my inability to mask up. Maybe.

Right, gonna go keep crashing. Like, I’m happy, but it’s a lot to take in.

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