My experience with coronavirus goes back decades.
I adopted a grey and white kitten I named Gypsy from a shelter who was infected with a strain of feline coronavirus.
My ex-husband and I discovered that there was a problem when she was struggling to breathe.
We rushed her to the hospital where the vet removed two large syringes full of wheat colored fluid from her lungs.
The virus caused her blood vessels to become permeable to the fluid in her blood (but not the red or white blood cells) and she was slowly drowning in her own fluids.
In the end, we had to humanely put her to sleep to end her suffering.
Therefore when I got my first Covid-19 vaccine this week, I was thinking of Gypsy and watching her struggle to breathe.
Neither one of my sisters, who are nurses, are vaccinated.
There is a little concern over the rapid development and deployment of the vaccine.
I received the Pfizer vaccine.
For me, it’s just another baby step toward returning to life as normal. . .
Whatever normal might look like after Covid.