Sooo guys. I got it. The elusive Covid-19 vaccine dose I had been crawling all over everyone and myself to get, finally I got contacted on Lucky Day to get. Of course I got the email and was almost running out the door to get it, giving myself an hour and 5 minutes to get showered and run. I did that and got myself goggled and masked up, VERY excited, I was just about dancing on the stool to get it. My story poured out of me to the nurse, though the reason for that is because I have nobody else to high five in most moments, totally stranded here without any real link to anyone besides Don. She got just as excited for me as I was--and now, now, I get some peace of mind starting on May 1, about a year from when they told me that valve would last 6 months.
And so now my brain has to settle into this idea that I can no longer worry about expiring from Corona, it has to worry about making it through yet another open heart surgery, my third experience with my chest cracked wide open, heart ...
I am not one of those people easily scammed into believing in fate. Fate is kind of the reason we give to ourselves to understand why things happen as they do. I've been very good at finding the reasons after for why shit is going down as it is, but what is happening now is really fucking hard for me to find the silver lining with--this governor I am living under is a fucking nightmare who I feel is not fully invested in sane or compassionate care nor actions to ensure his citizenry is not needlessly suffering.
I mean, yes, I've tweeted at him about the corona debacle, and yes, I have largely, yet not ENTIRELY given up on trying to help myself anymore. But as I've said before, nothing changes without any direct action and you have to be the one to instigate said plan or action as expecting shit to magically manifest is not a working plan at all. Today I signed up as a cigarette smoker from Don's cell phone as he's good, he's been vaccinated, it's just my sorry ass that is desperate for the help.
But I was trying to work out in my ...
Don kept hearing about this area being referred to as the DMV--apparently that is the District of Columbia, Maryland, Virginia metro area for those who did not know. The east coast's states are smaller and jig-sawed together like a wild puzzle board, and yes, Maryland and VA abut each other, but none of these factors seem to help me a bit. Don sent me this email the other day about how to get a vaccine in Virginia, and as I said to him, you should realize I am more aggressive than most people about solving problems. I don't like sitting on my ass complaining about shortcomings and bullshit when I have access to the tools to solve my own dilemmas. Now, this is of course with exception of hundred thousand-dollar plus medical bills and correcting a credit report wrecked by trying to keep up with all of this shit. Nobody short of a trust-funder gets to skate by life without being wrecked by that shit.
BUT. My third attempt trying to get my ass vaccinated by the third hospital network also failed with flying colors. See, I'm under 65 and though the nurse at the office said she ...
