I looked forward for the second vaccine. Maybe because it gave me something to look forward to. I counted the days between the first and the second shots, and read about the increased protection that each day brings. Now that I got it, there’s nothing to look for. Again. All days are the same. Still in lockdown, we don’t really see the end of it. The infection numbers in Israel are increasing although about 20% of the population already received the second shot. My daughters are still underemployed and edgy. My partner still deppressed. I am still terribly lonely. This is the second shot deppression: understanding that it doen’t bring any instant cure, that the way out is not near. In the picture: people waiting in line for the first vaccine in Rabin Square.
February 5, 2021
Corona virus has affected me in a lot of ways especially in terms of mental health. This week, my grandfather died and due to the pandemic, there have been less planes regularly shuttling back and forth between usual places. So, I had to wait for a plane that went from Albany, New York to Richmond, Virginia. Due to this, on the last and connecting flight to Richmond my grandfather died, and I couldn't say goodbye. I experienced his loss through a text when I landed and proceeded to cry into my hands. I couldn't talk or move but eventually had to because the plane had to continue on it's way. The pandemic made me miss the final goodbye to my grandfather.
November 11, 2020