I was officially eligible for an appointment on February 15, so I checked the website like I was scouring for Taylor Swift front-row tickets at SPAC. There were several options at the time, but I wasn’t having much success.
The Albany site was booked up to the moon, no appointments were available. Ditto in Utica. Natch in Binghamton. No luck in Syracuse.
Then I got lucky. I ended up in a virtual queue line for White Plains. Westchester County. I waited. I waited. It seemed like an hour. Maybe longer. But then, the site opened up for me. I filled out the application.
And then the appointment list popped up.
Boom. I jumped on it like an 8-year-old on a trampoline.
And in less than three weeks, I’m rolling up my sleeve and getting my shot of COVID-19 vaccine. I don’t know if I’m getting a Pfizer or a Moderna or a Johnson & Johnson flavor (I hear the Moderna flavor has a hint of menthol), but I’m finally getting inoculated.
Okay, some of you are happy, others are like, “What’s the big deal, Miller, I got vaccinated two weeks ago, it’s not like you won the lottery or anything.”
Well, for me, it is kind of like winning the lottery. Because COVID-19 has done a “cancel culture” on my life. So many of the things I enjoyed were shut down. I now have enough facial masks to start my own lucha libre faction. I’ve even gotten to the point where I can appreciate – or depreciate – the various hand sanitizer compounds (stick with Purell, although I still have half a bottle of the Star Wars: Mandalorian Baby Yoda hand sanitizer).
I’m learning the fine art of breaking down and recycling all those Amazon boxes. I’m on a first-name basis with my Instacart drivers (including the one who can get me that delicious limoncello La Croix sparkling water, yum-o), and what turned into a necessity after a broken ankle – using Best Cleaners’ laundry delivery service – has now become part of my daily routine. Pick up on Tuesday, get ’em back on Friday.
But let’s face it. COVID-19 has emotionally affected me. The things I love to do – be a part of Albany Patroons games, go to the various state and county fairs, photograph big events, spend a day at the harness track, have a night out with a game of trivia – that’s all done. And it may take years to get back to that normalcy.
And just because other people are sloppy and careless, doesn’t mean I should be as well. I don’t want to get COVID, and I don’t want to pass it to anyone. So this injection – or the first of two injections, depending on the vaccine – is my first step back to normalcy.
Now, just because this stuff is floating around in my arm, doesn’t mean that I’m totally immune. I still have to wear a mask and socially distance, at least until I’m absolutely sure this takes hold. And even then, I need to respect others’ safety and health. We still don’t have a good knowledge of this virus. It’s mutating with lightning speed and with unmitigated fervor. Complacency is an ally of this virus, a Quisling to its Blitzkreig.
So what’s a 2 1/2 hour trip to White Plains? I’ve driven farther than that just to watch an eclipse. Heck, maybe I’ll bring a box of donuts and coffee for the workers and vaccinators. That might be a nice touch.
Just one thing, though. After I get vaccinated, I want something that proves I got the vaccine. I want a button. A stickpin. A T-shirt. Something. Some sort of visual proof – other than the vaccination card – that proves I was marked SAFE from COVID-19.
So if the organizers in White Plains happen to catch this blog …
I take a size 2X T-shirt. Cotton-poly blend is nice, the softer the better.
Just look for the guy who’s bringing a carton of donuts and a box of coffee from upstate.
K-12 teachers won’t be eligible until next week, and Massachusetts gets fewer shots than we need. I’m hoping I can get one soon but it’ll probably be late April/early May. As for Utica, my 85-year-old father has to wait until April 8. If only he’d known about White Plains!
I think I have a loooong wait for an in-home visit from someone with a shot or two for me. I know I’m not the only one who is homebound, unable to get to a site. At least it’s a safe place to be, eh! I don’t know how long I am considered immune, after having survived the dreaded virus. The answer seems to differ from person to person.
When the Washington Avenue Armory became a vaccination site last week, I signed up almost immediately, and got my first dose yesterday. I go back in three weeks to the Armory. Nothing like being close to home, yo’.
Try the CVS, esp early in the morning. I tried at 6 a.m. on Tuesday and got an appointment on Wednesday! And another three weeks hence. You can always cancel WP, unless you REALLY want to go there.
Forget CVS. I forgot what a youngster you are.
They keep telling us how great we’re doing in Canada. Truedope lied about how everyone will be done by April. I can’t even register until July. You guys are way ahead of us, despite having wasted months being led by a highly unstable moron.
It’s like playing the Lottery. Originally, I was scheduled for Plattsburgh in the middle of April. Just for the fun of it, last month, I logged onto the Walgreens site and it showed a dozen appointments a 2 of the Troy stores. I scored my first one at the Hoosick Street store and was offered the second shot at the Second Ave. store (had to look at a map to find that one). Next week, I get my second shot and become immortal or something.
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