So the other day G was backed into a corner regarding a vaccination - one week we were cleared to have our 'already had it' statements worthy for nine months, if not a year, and a day later the government realised that's no way to treat all the shots they've bought and are unable to force into people, so they voided the clearance and declared nobody can even go to a gas station without the pass. Personally, I wouldn't give a flying f** about gas stations and nail salons, but the General is a postal officer and would have to literally pay to get tested every two days just to be able to come to work. So he asked what I think and said he's thinking about calling his doctor on Wednesday and I said, fuck it, just ask which vaccine they shoot and we can do it right now.
For now, I am just cranky, nervous and my arm is sore. But I am also savagely paranoid. Example, my thumb really hurts and I kept googling why would my thumb be so sensitive due to the vaccine. Only later did it occur to me that I handle a burning tea candle five times a night and maybe, just maybe, I burn myself a wee little every time, hm?
Anyway, despite our high antibodies count and political disgust, so far we're okay. It's been 24 hours. 24 more and unless we die, we should be free to travel a bit again.
Oo, I have a total urge to go to some fancy store and flash my permit like a badge. Like I'm a fucking Jew during Holocaust, forced to carry permission papers, to fit into daylight society. Fucked up.
On the plus side, Texas just allowed for anyone above 21 to conceal carry, whether they have a permit or not, and banned abortion; and a friend of mine is a negotiator for EU and is flying back to Kabul to try and help. So my grievances feel a bit tasteless. I keep thinking if my dad lasted just three months longer, he'd be alive today. Had he not gotten infected - in a hospital, at an infections ward - in December, he'd be able to get the vaccine in March. Eh, my brain is buzzing again.
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