I’ve been Pricked!

We walked to the pharmacy on Wednesday for my vaccine appointment. We scheduled it because the pharmacy in question is only a short 20 minute walk from us. And I figured I also needed the exercise. You see, I haven’t been outside our apartment since Sept. 1, last year. Yes, that’s right. I have been shielding for the last eight months and, prior to that one trip out to see the doctor, I had been shielding for the previous six months as well.

First up, there was no way, given I’m in a high risk group, that I was going outside last year during the height of the pandemic when people were even more defiant about following protocols than they are now. And I had no desire to find out firsthand whether I’d survive COVID, or not. Add in that my partner was, by then, working from home, and we didn’t really need to go beyond our balcony or front door. We could order in most of the things we needed, including our groceries.

So, going outside for the first time in eight months, but knowing it was for a life-saving vaccine, made me quell most of my fears and use them instead as momentum. I double masked just to be safe, wore disposable gloves, carried a small bottle of hand sanitiser in my jacket pocket, and with my partner making sure I didn’t have an anxiety attack, we set off.

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Friendship

No matter who you are, you need two kinds of friends in your life. The first kind is one you can call on when something good happens in your life, and you need someone who will be as excited for you as you are. Not a fake excitement veiling envy, but a true and real excitement. You need someone who will actually be more excited for you than she would be if whatever had happened to them. The second kind of friend is somebody you can call on when things go horribly wrong—when your life is on the line and you only have one phone call.

Who is it going to be?

This comes up today, because I was thinking about a friend back in the UK, we’ve known one another since 1992. Yes, almost 30 years. But I’m not so sure if we have any more years on the clock because, for the very first time, I didn’t receive the usual Christmas card in the post, this year.

To say I was unsettled is an understatement. Not because I felt slighted at the time, but because my first thought was for my friend, and worrying that something has happened to her. After all, neither of us is getting any younger and with COVID you never know. And, with each passing year, I ask myself will there be another one because, shit happens.

Now I’m fretting, because, thousands of miles apart, there’s no one answering my emails, and I don’t have a working phone number. I haven’t been able to contact her family or the one other friend I know we have in common. And already, we’re in April, and more time passes, and I wonder.

Has too much time passed by and the fact is, we’ve just drifted apart? It’s hard loosing a friend to that ‘drift’ and something I will just have to accept but, without knowing, I’m worried because we now live in the age of Covid.

What’s a friend to do?

You Nasty Little Prick

Some common side-effects to being vaccinated

Once again I’m seeing a lot of people over on Twitter discussing their symptoms from having had their first (and second) vaccine injection of whichever vaccine they’ve been administered. With everyone having a broad cross section of minor reactions — some that are worrying to the recipient mostly due, I am sure, lack of any solid information.

As someone of an age that has traveled, extensively, and gone through and almost yearly routine of having vaccines for this or that, I have a good knowledge of just how my body reacts to the average, and oft administered pricks, from tetanus to hepatitis and yes, smallpox back in the day.

So I’ve made sure to read up on what facts are available, plus, listened carefully to those who have had their shots, so far, and have a fairly good idea of what most of us — and I emphasise that this is an average though not necessarily a norm — can expect.

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New Beginnings

Well, it happened again, not to me personally, this time, but to my Hosting company, A Small Orange. Friday night through Saturday morning and, for over four days, my hosting company’s servers were under attack, a brute force denial of service affair that, well, literally brought the company to its knees. They lost functionality on all their servers.

Just take that in for a moment, all their servers not only went down, but they lost data. I only gleaned all this after repeated attempts to get answers to why all my blogs were offline, and why I couldn’t even access my cPanel, or the company’s services. I could access my client area (maybe hosted on a different server to that of their clients?)

Anyway, after chatting on Live Chat with a call centre in India, and being told it was something that would be fixed in 1-2 hours, four days later, they tell me they are still unable to provide me with my back-up files for my websites. Not. One. Of. Them!

They did, however, somehow in all this mess, get my Book Blurb book reviews blog back up and running. Which is something at least. But still, if they had the backup for that site, why don’t they have the backups for the rest? I know, I have no idea either. It’s all very frustrating. And I cannot imagine how many angry clients this company has.

Anyway, upshot is, I’ve gone with a new hosting company, one based here, in Montreal, and have restarted the Wry Writer blog, from scratch. I’ve lost several years of posts, comments and likes, and everything I wrote about the pandemic too. Which is a little heartbreaking.

That said, I now have a clean slate on which to start anew and I’m going to take the positive path to seeing this as a new venture.

So, here’s to new beginnings, and I hope you’ll come along for the ride!