The Jab

Sunday and the thirty-eighth Covid blog.💉

Today is ‘World Poetry Day’ a day which we seem to forget in England and instead it seems, place far more importance on ‘National Poetry Day’ in October. I have no idea why, considering the art of poetry is worldwide.

This week I like many of us, continue to ride in the front seat of the emotional Coronacoaster carriage and most especially if someone is kind. I think as we edge nearer to life beginning again it is inevitable for some of us, as this last lockdown seems to have lasted forever.

On Friday I received my first vaccination, so odd that it has been something I have been looking forward to. There was a strange feeling of cameraderie at the vaccination centre, people were friendly and it almost felt surreal to find myself in this situation. Every now and then this pandemic hits me, as I am sure it does us all.

Everything was quick and painless and it almost felt far too small for something so momentous in time. I was asked to wait in my car for ten minutes before I drove home. During this time I text my girls to tell them and of course I proudly presented my sticker like a small child.

I was told to expect mild side effects, a small price to pay of course.
What I didn’t expect was my emotional reaction as I drove home. The tears almost instantly began to fall and although there is a reason at this present time in our history, it still came as a surprise.

So in honour of ‘World Poetry Day’ this is exactly why…

We have been informed in Britain that this weekend has seen a record amount of vaccinations and I am proud to be a part of that statistic and although I had a few of those side effects, I am looking forward to the next one and life becoming near normal once more, for us all.

Stay Safe,

Joy xxx