Thread by @imaracingmom

Today, my husband will be leaving our property for the first time since the fall of 2019. Once flu season hits, he stays home every year (all winter). In 2020, Covid hit towards the end of flu season.

He'll be at the pharmacy at 8am, to get his first dose of the Covid Vaccine!

Mark has COPD and other health issues. At the height of the pandemic panic last year, he became very depressed. He admitted he was literally sitting on the couch, waiting to die. I demanded he stop watching the news so much. He didn't touch me or come close to me for weeks.

It took a lot of work to get him out of that slump and to get him released from being paralyzed by fear.

Then the vaccine came out and he started watching too much news again.............. GAH!

Now that I've had the 1st dose and no horns have grown out of my head and magnets don't stick to my arm and the CIA doesn't appear able to follow me around...

I have been scared to death for over a year of bringing this virus home and killing my husband.

Thank-you to all the science nerds and enthusiastic moral supporters out there who helped me learn about the vaccine AND got me over the needle thing enough to get my dose.

We are one step closer to a vastly improved quality of life in my home. To say the last year+ has...

sucked would be an understatement. Maybe now I can stop stripping down in the mudroom, throwing my clothes in the washer, dashing to the shower, got back and sanitize everything I touched and THEN sit down to relax when I come home.

Maybe in a few short weeks, I can just walk in, wash my hands, smile at my soul mate, say "Hi Honey I'm home" and plant one right on his lips. I have not kissed him since Covid hit.

And now I'm in tears.

You're never too old to want to hug and kiss the one you love. NEVER. I'm looking forward to ending staying on the opposite side of the room as Mark. I'm looking forward to cuddling on movie night. His arms are strong and I've always felt safe in them.

I'm looking forward to moving off the couch and back into our bed. I will never again lay in bed awake pissed off because his snoring keeps me from sleeping. Instead, I'll be grateful to curl up to his warm body and embrace the music those snores create.

We're almost there...