I received my second dose today of the Pfizer vaccine. So far, so good. I’ve been busy walking around the house, outside some, and just, in general, trying to move and drink a ton of water as a good friend told me this would help keep the side effects at bay. The only thing that sucks right now is the soreness of my left arm. The arm I received the shot in, which is no different from last time. The only difference is that I felt like that spot had its own pulse for a split second on the way home. It did give me an excuse to try the people of Propel today that I did not drink the other day at the hospital with my father.
I have put off many things until Monday because I was unsure how my reaction to the shot would be. I think that is part of the reason why I’m typing this now. If you don’t hear from me this weekend, I’m in bed chilling. For now, I’m on the couch watching Godzilla: King of Monsters, finally. I also plan on watching Kong: Skull Island and Godzilla vs. Kong tonight too. I will watch Mortal Kombat at some point this weekend too. I haven’t watched this many movies in a row in a long time. It almost feels like I’m going back to the theater in a way.
Regardless, I had to admit to myself that I needed a break as much as I needed to be able to take it easy this weekend if the shot left me feeling like absolute crap. This break takes into consideration everything that has occurred recently with my dad. It includes busting my butt to get a high placement to make more money upon completing projects in a company I look forward to starting work in next week. And it also includes taking tests to take on a part-time job, too, hopefully. Needless to say, I’m a little tired.
I’ve slept eight to ten hours the past three days, but I have had the help of Zzzquil. I might have to give in and talk to my doctor about something more permanent. Either that or hope like last time my dad was in the hospital, my body finally adjusts again and realizes it needs sleep and not being on alert anymore.
The one thing I do know is that I can write enough content for an entire month. Sometimes, I schedule it, sometimes I write it the day of, but I have managed to make this work. I have written a post every day since March 23. In a way, I cannot help but feel like that’s crazy, and on the other hand, I think I should have never doubted myself. Doubt and fears are something I’ve always had issues with, but something I am looking more into in therapy right now. If not, I’m not sure I would have attempted this journey. I know I wouldn’t have put out Damn My Vagina.
So the great thing about therapy is that it has made me want to use my voice. The other good thing is it helping me realize it’s my job to squash those fears instead of bullying myself further with insults from forever ago that have yet to exit entirely. I wish they would or that the anxiety would shut up permanently sometimes. But until then, I have ways to cope, and that puts a smile on my face. So do these movies. Tonight is a mini-movie night. Tomorrow I will spend the day with my characters. And most importantly, I will spend some time with myself.
However, this does not mean you will not be hearing from me tomorrow if I’m feeling well. If I can write a little something or post something every day for a month, I’m capable of much more.
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