This post is part of the Corona Diaries series on my blog. You can read all the diaries here.
I meant to actually write this post in March, but seeing how I’m behind on all the blogging in general, here this is coming out in August instead. It’s been 8 months since the last Corona Diaries. Unreal.
A lot changes in 8 months. Chris and I both got vaccinated. I had a sore arm both times but otherwise felt fine after both doses. I did start alternating Tylenol and ibuprofen a few hours after my shot, so that may have had something to do with it. I heard of a lot of people having some pretty wicked immune responses to that vaccine, so I’m lucky to have escaped it. Chris as well.
They told us if enough people got the vaccine, they’d take away the mask mandate.
For starters, getting the vaccine was supposed to make it so that those who were vaccinated could now go out to stores and restaurants without a mask. We were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. A very, very dark tunnel.
Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. It was nice for the time we had.
I remember not long after being fully vaccinated, walking around my favorite antique store without a mask. It felt great.
But turns out not enough people are on board. There’s a ton of distrust around the vaccines, many of the theories around them causing infertility or a government control thing, or the mark of the beast and it’s been exhausting. Social media is just exhausting.
They eventually removed the mandate but only because I think our governor was exhausted and burned out and I don’t blame him. He took a lot of hits.
Pretty much everything has opened to normal capacity so that means going into stores and restaurants that are crowded causes me anxiety. We’ve either been eating outside or going out to early dinners and we’ve rarely brought the kids. Poor Emelia doesn’t really know how to behave in a restaurant because she’s been in like three of them her whole life.
Anyway, I’m crossing my fingers that we’ll be seeing the light out of this pandemic by winter, but who knows what’s going to happen?
I’m touring a private school for Olivia and they seemed to have an OK plan if COVID gets bad this winter. Not nearly as good as her preschool was, but they said they only shut down once last year right before Christmas because they all needed to wear masks.
I don’t want Olivia to have to wear one but if it comes down to her wearing one and getting to be out of the house going to school I’ll take it over being at home bored out of her mind.
