Friday, April 09, 2021
Yesterday it was our turn to get our first COVID vaccinations! It was for me a surprisingly emotional experience . . .
We had a fixed appointment, effortlessly made on line, with two follow-up notifications on our phones requesting confirmation from us.
Everything was so beautifully organized at the vaccination clinic . . . no wait, immaculately clean, warm and friendly eyes above the masks!
This is a small place -- and when our address was checked, the intake person mentioned she knew just where it was and how long had we lived there and did we know . . . ???
Competent and quite detailed review of our individual health histories. Good solid explanation of which vaccine we were receiving (Pfizer) and what we might expect afterwards, with a print out for follow up if we became alarmed. Spelling out what steps to take for ordinary aching or if there were more significant unanticipated adverse effects, all very helpful. And delivered in a personal and caring manner . . . the public health nurse who administered the vaccines recognized our address too and mentioned that one of our vendors had taught her in high school, the other in nursing school! Wonderful people and had we got to know them? Oh yes, becoming good friends,
Then our 15 minute wait. Everyone masked and socially distanced with plexi screens. Staff busily scurrying around and sanitizing as people departed.
While we waited, I was reading the first pages of the fourth Anne novel: Anne of Windy Willows. The part where Anne was arriving at the train station scarcely a block from the vaccination clinic, to take up her role after her BA degree as principal at the local high school. The train tracks are now all repurposed as hiking and biking trails throughout the Island (which we've already begun to explore), but the station itself is still there, beautifully restored and now a restaurant and microbrewery. The novel records how Anne found a boarding house in a towered Victorian residence just up from the station, overlooking the harbour . . and yes, that area of town still has gracious avenues of magnificent Carpenter's Gothic houses built by sea captains and timber barons. Maybe high school principals no longer generally live in boarding houses but both my own parents had also done so, as young unmarried teachers starting their own careers and for quite a few years afterwards.
Such a lovely confluence of time and place!! This is still a small town, the kind of place I feel most comfortable. Human nature has not changed very much.
My arm is a tiny bit ache-y this morning but nothing unusual in comparison with other post-vaccine symptoms. I got a solid 8 hours and 7 minutes of sleep last night!
(How do I know that? A birthday gift from DH is a new Honor 6 Band smart watch health tracker made by Huaiwei -- utterly fascinating!! Also tracks steps (and two long Henry walks did NOT amount to 10,000 yesterday), oxygen in the blood, resting heart rate and a host of other functions which I'm just learning about.)
So whatever the mild discomfort after my shot, I say: bring on the antibodies!! I do so appreciate all of the scientists who worked so fast to develop these vaccines, the outstanding effort by Canadian politicians and public service employees who've implemented the logistics to roll out the vaccines, and above all the professionalism and simple friendliness in that experience of actually getting those vaccines into our arms yesterday.
We've done all we could ourselves to remain healthy, but it feels so good to have that reassuring protection.