This past week I officially joined the fully-vaxxed club. I'd honestly thought it might be a more emotional experience. There was a moment when I watched some of my long-time colleagues get their first jab that caught my teary-eyed. I hadn't realized how braced I'd been to see at least one colleague die before the pandemic ran its course. We've mostly been working on-site since last May so the odds seemed good to me. Seeing them get the jab, knowing that we wouldn't face that collective trauma atop the general stresses of everyday life at an Elon company, was a relief I hadn't realized I'd needed.
Honestly, by the time the second jab came around, I just found it to be an inconvenience. I was literally pounding away at my laptop until the moment the needle had to enter my arm. The next day wasn't fabulous but still found me back at work by lunch time after passing a feverish night - nothing particularly special. It's wonderful to get to share that I'm one step closer to the end of this nightmare, though the potential for a vaccine-resistant strain still looms large. Still, cheers to this step, I suppose?
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