I was murdered by yet another COVID shot on Thursday afternoon. After the awful reactions I had to the first two, that’s pretty much what I expected would happen. In fact I expected it so much that I made the decision to wait until after Christmas to get it because there would be no Christmas otherwise.
The illness was comparatively mild this time. Note that the key word in that last sentence is comparatively. It was still enough to put me down for two whole days, time I spent watching even more wrestling than usual and thinking about how much I resent the willfully unvaccinated. I mean yeah, of course I resent them. But when you’re going through this for a third time in order to protect people you love, not be a burden on the health system and to try to get life back, it really hits you just how infuriating, selfish and terrible these people are. They do absolutely nothing to help, but then complain the loudest that nothing is changing or that things are getting worse. Listen, dipshits. You’re either part of the solution or you’re part of the problem. Either stand up and do your part to help or sit down, shut up and get out of the way. None of you has anything to say about lockdowns, shortages or anything else that the rest of us wants or needs to hear unless those things are “this is my fault” and “I’m sorry, I’ll do better.”
Speaking of things nobody needs, to the indignant old British fellow at the vaccine clinic who refused his shot and then held up the second desk line so he could whine about it being the wrong kind, bugger off, mate. Even if you developed the fuckin’ things and have brand loyalty, it’s not an excuse to be a man child. Just take what you’re given and get on with your day. those workers don’t need to be dealing with you when they have so much else to do.
I do want to end this on a happy note, so I’ll say that it was really nice to see a steady stream of folks coming in for a shot. It was even better that not all of those shots were boosters. I heard several first and second doses while I was there. It gives me a wee bit of hope knowing that there are still people coming around to the right side of things. That’s he only way we’re ever getting out of this. Boosting the same people over and over again is only going to get us so far.
And much love to the Central Fresh Market for letting me add some emergency Gatorade to our grocery list.
Yes. I definitely appreciated that.