Down The Rabbit Hole

Moderna No. 2 started off easy peasy, but Day 2 hit like a ton of bricks, sent me down the rabbit hole — dizzy, chills, no energy, yada yada yada.

My body went into protective mode, shut down so it could heal — hibernation. I slept off/on all day remainder of the week.

With so much sleeping during the day, I feared I’d be up all night.

Not so.

I’d fall asleep, yet again, the moment my head hit the pillow and slept straight through to morning.

One thing I learned from the experience was that being indoors all day because I'm an introvert, or due to a Pandemic Quarantine, was very different from being indoors all day because I did not feel well.

During the pandemic, I could read, needlepoint, watch copious amounts of television, browse the internet. Whereas, while recovering from Shot No. 2, I could not hold a needle, a book, or stay awake long enough to boot up the laptop or watch television. Which is why I began to feel what many of those, who did not handle quarantine well, must have felt — restlessness, bouts of anger for not much reason in one moment, weeping spells for no reason in another moment.

Think back to teen angst, when the chemical imbalance in our body sent our emotions all over the map.

It was a really bad trip down the rabbit hole, and today is the first day I feel I’ve climbed far enough out to be able to function.

Running into the neighbor who lives downstairs, underneath next door neighbor’s unit, a few weeks ago, she indicated she’d not been vaccinated and had no plans to be.

I know how some of you feel about unvaccinated humans being a danger to us all. I don’t necessarily think that’s true, so long as they mask up and keep their distance, so I didn’t judge her for that, and still don’t.

I myself was late to jumping onboard and if I could go back and choose again, having experienced what I experienced, not yet 100% AND re-living the teen angst chemical imbalance thing, I’d opt to join neighbor in taking my chances on not.

Not yet back to needlepoint but, once again, enjoying copious amounts of television viewing as I lounge on the couch, I could have done without seeing Thing 45 on the news this morning asking, “Do you miss me yet?”.

A picture is worth a thousand words, so here’s my answer.

I can almost hear the voice of our recently departed blog friend, Anne Marie in Philly, in my head saying “JFC! JAIL THE SOB ALREADY!”