Just found out that I qualify for the Pfizer vaccine….
….Apparently if you buy 20,000 Viagra a year, you’re a preferred customer.
Despite the incompetence and disorganization of the Canadian Federal Government, the Provincial Government, the Waterloo Regional Council, and the local medical association regarding COVID19 vaccinations – the wife and I each managed to get our initial shot on Easter Sunday, April 3rd.
The clinic was held at a new medical building, about a mile away. This is where I took the wife last November, for her standard flu shot. In the fall, they did a drive-thru system at one end of the building. Since the main floor is not yet leased, with the volume of customers, this time we had to walk inside.
We were accosted by a greeter at the main door, who would not allow us in until we’d sworn that we were not suffering from a long list of medical ailments that I’m sure included leprosy. I worry about the future of the human race. There was enough hand sanitizer being splashed around to sterilize the entire next generation, not that it mattered to this crowd. The clinic was for those over 70. It looked like a false teeth and hearing aid sale down at Codgers-R-Us.
The bureaucratic duplication was thicker than usual. The greeter directed us across the atrium, to a pre-screener, where we presented our health cards and gave our names, address, and birth dates. This is something I learned to do long ago, when I received someone else’s dental anesthetic – plus my own.
We then proceeded to a screener in a large U-shaped room as big as half the building, which wrapped around the elevator shaft… where we presented our health cards and gave our names, address, and birth dates. Following colorful dots on the floor that looked like the Easter Bunny had hopped through, the maitre d’ soon escorted us to a small table near the washrooms.
We were greeted by an Oriental man…. where we presented our health cards and gave our names, address, and birth dates. He did not profess what medical training he might have. He might have been the maintenance man, but he was quite quick and efficient.
We were given a cash register type of receipt, giving our names, Health Card number, date of injection, and the type of vaccine. For the medically morbid, we did, in fact, receive Pfizer-Biontec COVID19 mRNA-PB. He then directed us to a waiting area where we would be observed for any adverse reactions.
We sat for 15 minutes to prove that we could stand and move safely on our own, although there was a forest of canes and walkers. Aside from possibly the hypo-wielders, most if not all of the attendants were volunteers – and there were a ton of them. I don’t know how we maintained a 6-foot clearance. The place looked more like the Wuhan wet market where COVID was born, than a socially-distanced medical recovery area. It was like Jeff Foxworthy’s Grateful Dead Seniors Tour. It’s Metamucil! Take a hit. Pass it down.
I took the photo below as we left, during an unusual lull. There were twice this many people when we sat down. We then had to proceed to a liability-waiver, after-mission debriefing…. where we presented our health cards and gave our names, address, and birth dates – to prove that we were as hale and healthy leaving as we were when we arrived. We’re scheduled to go back for our second shot, and play this game again on Sunday, July 25th. 😯 For as many Stations Of The I-Was-Cross there were, it still moved though quickly and smoothly. Including the 15 minute cool-down period, we were in and out in half an hour.
If/when you get your chance, take it. If I can do it, any wimp can do it. The only reaction that I got was that the next day, I felt like the school-yard bully had punched my bicep.
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