Shot in the arm

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Did you know that the state of NY now allows those over 65 years of age to make an appointment for the Covid-19 vaccination? I didn’t know until about 2:00 this afternoon when Bill got a text from his best pal, Bruce, urging him to get an appointment.  

Bill rushed into my office and said ‘Figure out how I get one!’.  I’m one of those freaks who frequents the NYS  department of health site so I quickly pulled it up and followed the steps. Super simple. Confirmed he was eligible and then I pulled up a list of pharmacies. He called Tops first (he’s a true blue Tops grocery-store shopper), Wegmans, and then various pharmacies until he found one that had a slot available. 

Ten minutes later, as I’m sitting in my office, I see Bill in my peripheral vision, jumping up and down and pointing to his arm. He’s been "coached" about not interrupting me in my office so he was pantomiming his excitement outside my door. I excused myself from mv video call, opened the door and high fived him in the front hall. (the plants were just as excited, I think!)  He left in a flash.

On his drive downtown, he called both of our kids to celebrate his good luck and they texted me  - just as excited. And, then he posted on Facebook about his good luck. It was a  link to the Hamilton Tune “MY shot”. When he got home from the clinic he was singing at the top of his lungs: 

"I AM NOT THROWIN' AWAY MY ...SHOT  




This really DOES feel like the tide is turning. Good luck to everyone out there. Our turn will come!!!


Comments

  1. UnknownJanuary 13, 2021 at 4:25 AM

    So glad to hear this! I'm guessing the Russian wore off. :-)

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