Ouch

I am sure that I forgot to mention that I received a call last Saturday from the San Bernardino SFVA call center. This lovely woman identified herself and asked if I would be interested in being scheduled for a COVID-19 shot at the SFVA.

Oh, duh. YES! and was scheduled for 0800 this morning.

I was up early for a conference originating out of Geneva. It turned out to be worth a lot less that the time involved so I was on the road with coffee from Peet’s in hand by 0630. Traffic wasn’t particular friendly going in as the marine layer (aka FOG) was blanketing the Bay Bridge, slowing everyone down to a crawl.

I finally managed to wend my way to the parking garage, get checked in through the outdoor screening process and hiked up the stairs to the first floor (the one above street level for those not familiar with the European norm of floor naming).

There were no signs. None. Not a one. I finally found someone at 0755 at the medical clinic who could point me in the correct direction. Not Building 200 – Building 1. And outside the auditorium for check in.

Ok, I can do that, arriving just as the clock rolled to 0800 and got in line. And waited, and waited. About 15 minutes later, one of the staff came out to apologize for the  delay, citing personnel turn over due to illness. Ok, if someone is sick, I really don’t want them administering shots.

As it turns out, the line was a mix of employees returning for shot #2, employees showing up for shot #1 and about 5% veterans mixed in just for good measure. The actual process went quickly, I hardly felt the needle going in. The immunization was recorded in both my electronic medical record and on a card placed in my hot little hand. As soon as my 15 minutes was up, I headed out the door, through the city and back across the Bay Bridge.

I even made a stop at Acme Bakery  as a reward for myself since there wasn’t a line.

By evening I had the expected sore arm.

Print Friendly, PDF & Email

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
This entry was posted in Medical. Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Ouch

  1. Cat says:

    You are halfway there then. We haven’t had any vaccine delivered here yet. It could be the AZ one.
    Stay safe!

    • Holly says:

      I know there were people here who needed the vaccine more than I – but me waiting wouldn’t help any of them and it just might make my life a bit easier

  2. Ron says:

    Congratulations!

    Israel is already vaccinating grandchildren.
    Germany is still doing great grandparents.

    I have a long wait.

Leave a Reply to Cat Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.