Here I am again and managed not to get blown away as I went up the drive on the day I was having my Covid vaccine – but only just!
Hasn’t it been windy this week with Storm Christoph. And the rain, what a carry on. I feel so sorry for people who have had their homes flooded or are in danger of it. It just hasn’t stopped has it. But the good news is that we have gone through the worst of the storm and it’s moving on.
Having my Covid Vaccine
Anyway, back to business. The reason I went up the drive, got rained on and blown away on Thursday morning was having my covid vaccine at Thornton Little Theatre.
My appointment was for 9.10 am so we dutifully went (Jane and I), got to the Theatre and were stunned by the queue at that time. It was snaking round the front of the building with lots of marshall’s keeping people apart.
I took one look at Jane, she looked back at me with the same look and we both said that I wouldn’t be able to stand and queue for so long as I still have a lot of pain.
‘Now what’ we thought, while cars and people were coming and going at a rate of knots. We knew that the queue was going to get longer, not shorter. I’m not sure where they all came from, there were so many. Eventually Jane decided to join the queue and relay the message via the marshalls when she got to the front.
But as she waited one of them shouted that they’d got a wheelchair, and a place saved in the queue, which saved my life. Well not really, but it meant I didn’t have to have my knees and back buckle under me and drop to the floor! (Although it would have been entertaining for the queue!)
Poetry in Motion
Anyway, we joined the queue which was still long enough and eventually got inside. A very nice young man took my details, temperature and all the rest, in between having a lovely cheery chat with him. It turned out that his birthday was three days before mine so we exchanged old happy birthdays to each other.
We had to wait in the entrance while the person in front moved on. Then it was my turn, so Jane wheeled me in my chariot to my allotted booth.
It turned out that the doctor doing my jab was someone she knows from a committee they both sit on, and is a retired GP. Again we had a laugh with him and the young lady who was taking all the details, then came the big moment for having my covid vaccine.
And you get a sticker!
The ‘jab’ was done quickly and just about pain free. I even got a sticker saying I’d had the vaccine. I was given leaflets explaining the ins and outs of the vaccine, what to do and expect and any reactions you might have. Then out of the back door and back to the car.
Apparently it was just the Pfizer vaccine where you had to wait 15 minutes afterwards. But knowing me and the way I have adverse reactions to all kinds of things, Jane decided she was going nowhere for ten minutes. She wanted to see whether or not I went on my back with my feet in the air!
All was well you might be interested to know, thank goodness. I know what it’s like to have funny reactions to drugs – although not severe enough to stop me from having the vaccine. But it’s not to be recommended I might add!
By this time, the car park had just about filled up with cars coming and going none stop, all trying to park. Off we went, leaving a space for someone which was taken in about two seconds.
It’s a 10 from Me
I have to say that the whole thing was run extremely well. Everyone was helpful and friendly and the actual vaccine routine was running like clockwork. It’s a ten out of ten for me. And a big thank you to all the people there who are helping to protect us oldies.
You also get a card with a record of the vaccine. It says which one you’ve had, the date and batch number. The doctor who did mine said the second one could be anywhere between three weeks or three months. But they contact you when it’s ready.
The nice young man at the booking-in desk said they were doing 964 jabs in just that one day. I did say that he must recite the questions in his sleep, to which he nodded!
Thankful for Having my Vaccine
The whole experience was run like clockwork. All the medical staff, helpers and everyone involved are all doing a sterling job. We have a lot to thank them for, along with the volunteers.
People who say the virus is a myth, or won’t obey the rules, should be ashamed of themselves. It’s causing risk to all these dedicated people who are trying to stamp the blooming thing out.
It’s terrible to see the TV news reports of medical staff in hospitals in tears as they are so exhausted. There’s no wonder with the hours and what they are doing and seeing every day.
People out there who think it’s make believe or won’t stay in, they’re causing this. They’re adding to the amount of fatigue, isolation and deaths. I wonder what they think when they realise they’re responsible for helping people to die or be seriously ill. What do you think?
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