The weather has been awful recently and to make life even more rubbish, I had to trek across town to get my vaccination for COVID.
But really, it turned out to be a really pleasant experience. The whole thing runs like clockwork and I think that all of the volunteers should be bloody proud of themselves.
What made it even more pleasant was the man on the door on the way out. We had to sit and wait for fifteen minutes after our jab so that they could check we weren’t going to have an adverse reaction and I was really close to the exit so I got to watch this guy for a full quarter of an hour.
He stood at the door with his hand sanitiser and a sheet of stickers and smiled at everyone. I am sure he had a few people who had been rude to him through out the day, but he was the most cheerful person I had come across today.
I gladly took my sticker and wore it proudly around the supermarket as I did my grocery shopping. The volunteers are wonderful people and I think that we really need to be thankful for their efforts. Especially the efforts of the man at the exit; he is a legend.
My dad is part of the Masons and they put on a lot of social events to raise money for local charities. One of the big nights that they celebrate is the annual Burns night which honours all things Scottish.
The night is always really special and we get to eat haggis that is paraded in by a man playing the bagpipes. Some of the men wear kilts and the women wear tartan sashes. And for those that drink, there is plenty of whisky to enjoy.
It makes me a little bit sad this year though. Not just because we can’t all gather to celebrate, but because last year was one of the final social events that we had before we entered this strange new world.
This time last year, we still didn’t have a clue what was on the horizon and it makes me think about how much I took for granted as I tucked into my haggis in January 2020. It’s strange to think that just eight weeks later, the idea of a social would be laughable.
I don’t drink so I can’t raise a glass tonight, but I may put on some bagpipe music and pretend with a little glass of apple juice. It will feel sad, knowing what we have lost over the last year. But maybe there can be a little glimmer of hope in there too. For now we know exactly how 2020 panned out but we also know that with a vaccine here, we may be on our way out of the other side.
So we have a vaccine on the way. I am overjoyed at the fact that this could mean that there is an end in sight. However, I’m no scientist but this all seems a bit quick.
Has the vaccine been tested on enough people? Do we even have enough of the stuff to ensure that we achieve herd immunity? Will we need boosters every year and will the virus mutate?
There are so many unanswerables that I start wondering whether it would not be better to rein in my excitement and watch how this pans out. I may just be really cynical but I can’t help feeling that this is going to go quite as smoothly as we are being led to believe.
And, I will admit, that is really sad that I feel that way. I think that this post is less about the vaccine and more about the way we are all feeling after a very tough year. I can be so positive and here I am stamping on one of the few bits of good news we’ve received in 2020 (of course, I haven’t forgotten the excellent news that has come from our friends in the US very recently!)
So, I think I’d like to sign off today, making a conscious effort to be a bit more positive. It’s not a big problem, but I notice myself flagging here and there.
Let’s say cheers to the scientists who have scored a blinder and let’s hope that we’re on the other side of this pandemic by spring.