Just three days ago in the post titled Shots & stupid stimulus, I said I was not going to get the Kung Flu vaccine for a number of reasons. Just a few hours after proclaiming that, my child bride came home with the surprising news that the vaccine would arrive on the mountaintop the very next day.
Though I had mentioned to her a time or two that I doubted I would get the shot, I had not declared my resistance with emphasis. When I did state it with emphasis, she was not happy. She, like most people everywhere, is totally enslaved by the media hysteria, and the reason she had abandoned her pastry street sales over the past year was mostly because she feared being a virus conduit to the ole boy here at the Hacienda: me.
That amounted to a yearlong sacrifice she had made for me, so I folded like a warm tortilla. What’s the worse that could happen? A blow to my principles and what I considered common sense.
So on Tuesday, the first day, we drove the short distance to the sports complex where the vaccine is being administered to people over 60. It opened at 8 a.m., and we arrived at 9. And so did 10 million other old fogies. It was a mob scene of Biblical proportions. We turned around and came home. Later, maybe. Or not, I thought to myself.
In the afternoon, she drove downtown for her daily gossip with her sister. The route takes her by the sports complex, and she noticed there were fewer people. An hour later, about 5:30, she was making the return drive via the same route. The line was short. She parked the Nissan, and was through the vaccine process in about 90 minutes. We learned later that folks who arrived early in the morning were there four or five hours.
Moral: Do not go early.
Yesterday, I drove there at 2:30. The line was moderate. First, you enter and sit at a table where someone checks your paperwork. Then you walk into a covered basketball stadium and sit in rows. A team of medical personnel comes down the aisle and poke, poke, poke, left and right. It’s quick, and I’ve never had a shot in my life that I noticed less.
Fast and painless.
We then sat and waited 30 minutes to see if anyone had an unpleasant reaction like falling over dead. No one did. The vaccine we got was Chinese, CanSino, and, perhaps best of all, it’s a one-shot dose. No booster required. I’m now glad I did it.
An hour and 20 minutes from arrival to departure.
A tip of the sombrero to the medical staff. They were fast, polite and professional.