One Down

Dear Lorenzo,

It's Monday, 7:28 a.m. and I got up a solid hour after my usual 6:15 a.m. wake up time because my arm is still so sore that there's no way in hell I can workout today. 

Two days ago I got my first dose of the Covid vaccine. 

There's no way in hell you would have wanted me to get this vaccine, I know that.

You would have gotten it because you wouldn't have had a choice. You would have complained about it at first but eventually, you would have begrudgingly acknowledged the fact that as a first responder, there's a damn good chance you could catch this thing and there's no way in hell you would have risked your daughter's health by not getting vaccinated. 

I would love to say that I made the decision to get the vaccine with the same sense of nobility that you would have. I would love to say that I did this for Amira or for the health of all those I come in contact with but nope, that would have been a lie.

I got this shot for me.

I'm so ready to start living again.

And I'm so ready to go home and visit my mom.

But I can't do anything until I got that vaccine so...

Here I am.

Sore arm and everything. 

One down, one more to go.