Efficiency Is Not All It’s Made Out To Be

On the 19th April they stopped giving the Astra Zeneca vaccine to women under 60 here in Bulgaria.

If only I wasn’t so fucking efficient, if I’d sat on my arse and waited for my age group to be called at my GP instead of going to a ‘green corridor’, I could have avoided all this trauma.

Having struggled all year with my health due to this superb bit of over planning, it has certainly been a constant reminder that things can change in an instant.

I’d like to ask ‘what did I do to deserve this?’ But to be honest that is probably an unreasonable question and I could probably start quite a list and I’m sure there are quite a few people that would like to add to it too… 🙂

So I move on!

I give up a job that I love, because sitting at a desk that many hours a week is slowing my recovery. My boss is an absolute hero and offers to let me keep a small part of the job, part time, so I’m not going to be begging in the street just yet.

Then another sucker punch right to the heart. My best friend, my companion and my gorgeous, wonderful girl, Kia died of acute liver failure. Burying her a week before Christmas broke me. I had to hold on to the fact that I’d had 10 wonderful years with her and she was a big dog, so I guess it was her time.

Isn’t that a weird saying!?

I literally couldn’t think of anything else that 2021 could throw at me.

You Couldn’t Make It Up

So here we are, closing in on New Year and I’ve now tested positive for COVID. I really shouldn’t have challenged 2021, I should have known she hadn’t finished with me yet.

We live a fairly isolated existence, through choice, not governmental mandate, but on Boxing Day we joined the neighbours for drinks… the rest is history.

I woke up in the middle of the night Tuesday feeling like someone had been using me like a punchbag. I couldn’t breathe, stabbing pain in my lungs and constant dry mouth. I took paracetemols, drank lots of water and went back to sleep… 20 hrs later I meandered into the front room looking like death. I haven’t eaten anything since.

It is not nice, but I’ll survive, however it does question my decision back in February once again.

Happy New Year

I have a friend, who at the end of every year, instead of celebrating the incoming new year, he sheds a tear for the one that has gone. I am not sure if he still does this, but if he does that this year … we can no longer be friends, because quite honestly… what the fuck was that!

I’d like to say it wasn’t all bad, but I’d be stretched to explain that. Normally I am able to find something positive, even in the chaos that is my life but this year has knocked the stuffing right out of me.

As I write this I still have about another 10 hours to survive this git of a year and as long as someone doesn’t decide that ‘this is my time’ then no-one will be happier than me to move on into 2022.

So may I wish you all a very happy new year and let’s hope we can get back to more stories of renovation, artwork, dogs and Bulgarian life next year and leave all this horrid shit behind. Raise a glass for me…

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