So…Tuesday is the big day. Shot #2.
I only know one person personally who has had a bad reaction to the vaccination. That said, cocktail napkin mary suggests there’s a 50/50 chance at any given person having a bad response.
Obviously, the odds are against me, given my relatively unscathed friends and family.
This has been weighing on me. Specifically, how do I plan my last day of unvaccinated life?
Should I be responsible and get some driving done – which I would normally do on Mondays, anyway – I’m case I have a bad reaction and end up going down for a day or more?
Or, using some sort of Xtopher-style inverse logic, should I go out in a figurative blaze of glory? Maybe hit a casino or take myself out for some beers?
And, tipping the scale completely over, Bubble Boy started texting this afternoon. He wants to know when he can see me again. Responsibly, I told him Tuesday, so long as I wasn’t impacted by the shot.
I know he wanted me to say tonight or tomorrow, but…get used to disappointment, Bucko.
Two is enough options for me to vacillate between.
Getting ready to hop into bed, I cannot tell you which way this will go down. Waking up will bring a whole new adventure.
But in true Red Shirt style, my house will be clean by the time that needle goes into my arm on Tuesday…just in case I manage to buck the trend and spontaneously kick the bucket.
Wish me luck! Or…y’know, weigh in on how you’d spend your last day amongst the living.