This week felt like running from one emotion to another.
My ballet daughter came safely back from New York. She was happy there. Her face radiated on the photos. She did a lot of things, had quite some good ballet lessons and got wonderful compliments too.
For me it was a comfortable idea that my ballet sister was there too. Just in case.
Got my second booster. Pfizer. But not after having a fight about that too. It's like nothing just works out.
The doctor seemed to be more of a representative of the Moderna factory. "All vaccines give side effects."
I don't care!
I had about 30 hours of palpitations on Moderna! I am a heartpatient, so I can't have that.
When I told the guy I would rather go without than with Moderna, and Pfizer was my choice and my cardiologists' (Sorry Mark!), he said that he couldn't let me go without, and I finally got Pfizer.
Didn't feel a thing of the jab. Told the girl she should have hurt me more, because now I didn't know for sure I had the jab. We had a good laugh.
No problems. Not even real pain in my arm. Just a lot of coughing and cleaning my lungs yesterday, so the jab stimulated my imuunsystem very well.
For today I wrote: message in a bottle.
Maybe I should have chosen another title.
You can find it >>>here<<<.
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