Well, I got my first Covid shot. No reaction, no swelling, no problem. And to think – some in the medical community were concerned that it might affect a body’s DNA. Personally, I didn’t notice any change in my appearance, though some say I am little greener than before.
I don’t particularly like shots. The only thing I want forced inside me is food, and maybe beer. But they say if you get both shots, there is a 90% chance you won’t get Covid, unless it changes into something else, like it’s doing.
With Virginia ranking just below Southern Slovakia in the ability to administer the vaccinations, I figured I would never have to worry about getting the shots, but somebody called me – I think they got the wrong number – and scheduled my first shot for a Saturday morning in the old Big Lots building.
When we arrived (they called Nancy, too), there were more people in the greeting party than folks coming in for shots and I thought the marching band added a nice touch. Except for sending a few potential shot-ees down to Marshall’s to check out the sales rack instead of going through the shot line, they were very well organized.
It felt strange being in a long line with all those old people, but I guess that’s how it will be if they run out of Social Security money and have to put all of us down.
We were scheduled to get the Pfizer shots, which they tested on lab rats before us, and the lab rats never once complained. The Moderna vaccine was tested on Republican voters right before the Georgia primary and no one ever heard back from any of them, so that vaccine was also approved.
We had to answer lots of questions as we went through the Big Lots corn maze. I got most of them right, but couldn’t remember the Secretary of War in the Truman Administration, but they let me go through anyway – I think they were grading on a curve. Some of the seasoned citizens in line couldn’t remember to put on the same kinds of shoes, which I understand is an acceptable dress code in nursing homes, so they let them go, too.
When we finally got to the table where the lady was going to give us our shots, I asked if she had ever given shots before and she said no, but she had watched a video, her son was in pre-med and she was a regular viewer of Gray’s Anatomy. The needle looked long enough to go in one arm and stick out on the other side of the other arm, but it didn’t really hurt that much – until that afternoon. Then it hurt like a mother. I hope our lady gets a little more practice work in before the 55-year old’s begin coming through the line
All in all, it is really a miracle that we were able to get out a vaccine on a virus most had never even heard of less than one year ago. Better yet – Virginia has now moved ahead of Southern Slovakia and into next to the last place.
