Vaccinations

I’m in line to get my vaccine.

What a surreal thought. My doctor had me get a mammogram done first, so here I am today, waiting to get stuck in about 4 minutes. And then I have to wait another 15 after to insure nothing bad happens. It isn’t like I can’t entertain myself, but amusingly I am supposed to be back at my house for a mandatory meeting. Tomorrow, meanwhile, should be interesting as I see how the vaccine affects me. Will I be in bed? One of my sisters and my mom was put on their butts.

I’m still in line to get the vaccine.

Will I be more excited to go out after this? Doubtful. I’ve encountered several people who are making plans on what they will be doing after the shot. Too many other things will be going on for me to worry.

It’s after my appointment time. I am confused by my irritation that the world doesn’t revolve around me. It seems to be getting worse as I get older. I don’t want to be a grumpy old person. I’m not sure what type of medication or meditation or witchcraft I need to change this but I’m fairly certain I’m going to have to put some sort of stop gap in place. I’m too young to be this cranky. I’m also amazed that in the pharmacy I’m in, one of the employees is not wearing a mask properly.

I peruse the aisle I’m in, distracting myself from the wait. Bandages and allergy medicine. This aisle failed in planning. Why would you not have those reusable ice and heating packs with the bandages? I have begun mentally redoing the set for the aisle. Tissues, and eye drops with the allergy medicine. Pain medicine for all sides of the aisle.

It’s finally time for my shot.