Numb days are the worst

Some days - like last Saturday - things go pretty well. I woke in the morning and actually got a little work done, preparing for my afternoon class and writing thank you notes. When I have an awesome, fairly energetic morning, I am thrilled, thankful, and excited about the day.

What put a bit of a twist in the day was having to get my COVID booster just before noon. It went well. Stung my arm but that wasn't bad. I survived. Taught my table runner class in the afternoon and continued to feel good. So all in all, the day was positive and memorable.

Then I woke up on Sunday morning - yup - at 2:46 a.m. and fought to go to sleep again afterwards. My system decided to have bathroom issues, and then around 6:00 a.m., I felt like staring at the wall. I was numb to about everything. Didn't want to eat. Didn't want to move. Couldn't go to church. Slept then in the recliner till 1:30 p.m. I'm thinking in retrospect that I was dealing with the after affects of the booster shot. Just wanted to sleep. Just let me exist. I could do nothing.

I am proud of myself - that I got not only the booster shot but also the flu shot. Seems I should be pretty protected as long as my immune system cooperates and helps to keep me healthy. Wearing a mask is of course mandatory for those of us with cancer. Feels like we are in a cocoon with a cap on our head and a mask on our face, and yet that is necessary in today's world of fast moving germs.

As a final thought, one of my Massachusetts sons contacted me last night. He was here for a visit on Friday after Thanksgiving. We had a wonderful visit...and yesterday he shared that he has tested positive for COVID. When I told him I was worried because our visit was just a week ago, his answer was, "Don't get sick, mom!" I'm thinking he was being funny. Okay. I'm also praying he didn't have COVID when he was here because that is the absolutely last thing I need in my life right now.

Praying, the quilting cancer girl