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.