I was listening to the Clash’s Should I Stay or Should I Go just now. I wish I could go. Anywhere but within this province. Some far away place where there are no lockdowns.
Yesterday a surprising thing happened. My doctor sent me an email saying my postal code is considered a high risk area and anyone who is 50 or older can now get a vaccine at the local hospital.
This was great news that came at a time when I was slowly descending into some major despair. I suddenly felt uplifted!
Of course there are no bookings. If you can even get the calendar up to choose your date which you can’t because the website is jammed no matter how many times you refresh. SIGH
I did see the calendar after refreshing my screen many times but all the slots were taken right up to April 20. I thought, fine. I can wait. I’m not an essential worker, they should go first.
I did try again today to see if they opened up new dates. Since my partner flies in airplanes that are small enough he’s shoulder to shoulder with his student, I figured I’ll keep trying to get a slot and if I succeed, pass it on to him. He’s been trying to get in too, but has had no luck either.
Nothing we can do but keep trying.
While this was going on, we were given another 30-day Stay-At-Home order. Today, while soaking up the sun out back in the cold wind blowing in from the north, my phone scared the crap out of me with an alert about the Stay-At-Home order being the law, and that we are to follow it.
Fine. Whatever. I’ve heard this message so many times in the past 13 months, it’s lost its luster. I’m not fucking going anywhere anyway because there is no place to go.
To pass the time, I checked in with twitter. Of course half the province had an opinion about this lockdown, and even stronger opinions about the alert, and not one single comment was positive. Even the law-abiding citizens like me were giving passive-aggressive responses to the politician’s pleads to find a way to make these vaccines happen more efficiently.
It’s depressing really. The economy is on the brink of collapsing, many small businesses are shutting their doors this month after a decade or longer of success, and still we’re locked down again.
I need an emotional support American, a vaccinated one thankyouverymuch. 😛 (That’s what I put on twitter, ha.)
Anyway, there is a sliver lining. Among the many eviction tweets of families who can’t pay rent, and out of business places hanging up their hats, and mental health pleads for help from kids as young as school age, I saw a huge increase in efforts by pharmacists who are willing to help the hospitals to inoculate people.
Send me vaccines, they say. I’ll start with the essentials, the teachers, the vulnerables!
No idea if this has happened. But I hope it does happen. I would be more than willing to go to a pharmacy to get jabbed. (I can walk there, or park for free. The hospitals are a pain in the ass to get to and charge an arm and a leg for parking.)
So that’s where I am. Sorry this blog has become a covid-complaining page.
In the meantime, I’m staying home and saving lives, as they say. (I’m so sick of that phrase, it triggers me into a rage.)
Who would have thought that Canada could mess things up this bad? Ugh.
Back to writing my second book. 🙂