Here I go: Here’s my Shot: Feet Fail me Not

Initially, I was really on the fence about getting the vaccine.

I’m not against vaccines, I’m just one of those people who puts up with a headache until their head is about to explode before they take Tylenol. I rarely ever get the flue shot. I have been exorcism style puked on in the face, with vomit dripping out of my hair at my elementary school. I guess I just subscribe to the belief that if you ingest enough vitamin c and you have worked in a germ pool for the appropriate amount of time that you will be okay. But then Dr. Shah opened up the flood gates for teachers. Finally it was our turn and still I waited. I don’t really know what I was waiting for. I guess I thought someone would visit me at lunch time, hand me a soft robe with furry slippers and say, “it’s your turn for the shot now. Thank you for all you have done for the children.”

Strangely, I never got that visit. And still I waited.

Then I learned last week that the way to the vaccine was through the Walmart site, only you have to stay up until midnight to get the best time slot. This was almost a deal breaker. I stopped staying up until midnight in the 8th grade and it would take Jason Bateman inviting me out to the Ozark set, complete with a catered meal and a cameo for me to forgo my nighttime slippers. BUT, the thing is, you start to feel the pressure. You see people walking around at work, a little pep in their step and YOU KNOW, in your very bones, that those lucky gals and gents, they have been shot up. They don’t have to quarantine, they are going to travel like they have never before and take those masks off at family functions.

You could tell who was hugging Grandma/Grandkids at work and who wasn’t.

I hate to be a follower, buttttt I want to hug all the people. I didn’t want to quarantine. Mostly, and this is a big mostly. I never want to contract Covid again and look on the google meet screen to see who I infected. I did that in November and it is the worst feeling and so I’m all on board to get shot up now. I”m ready. I have my Walmart appointment, and who cares if it is an hour and a half away. Am I right?

All of sudden, in a strange turn of events, my luck improved considerably.

The Walgreens right in Gardiner had a shot for me, and wouldn’t you know it right during my lunch hour. Well color me happy, I made an appointment for last Tuesday for my first round at Covid Castle. I turned up promptly at noon time (along with everyone else). I wore my MSAD 11 badge, I had 18 different insurance cards because I never know which one is current, and a five dollar bill for a complimentary gingerale for when the Covid set in afterwards.

To say Walgreens was packed was an understatement. I filled out all the forms insisting I wasn’t pregnant (sorry Joe!) , had contracted Covid recently or that I was allergic to to any of the ingredients. When it was my turn and the tall, kind, overworked pharmacy man came to get me for the injection, I was so nervous. I took off three different sweaters and flexed by huge left arm muscles three different ways before he asked if I was ready. When it was over and I could feel the divergent liquid go through my whole body, I bravely opened my eyes. I guess I thought I was supposed to wait there for 35 minutes and be served tea and crumpets to make certain I didn’t blow up, so imagine my shock when the nice gentle giant told me to get gone. “Back to work?” I mouthed. Holy Crap. And there I went . Out into the world, a half vaccinated individual who had previously had Covid. In my mind, this makes 75% immune from anything Covid Related, plus also stomach bugs and strep throat. I feel God damn invincible I tell you. Wait until I get the second shot readers. I am going to be starring in the next Marvel movie.