The first time around, I thanked God, my daughter and Twitter for managing to snag me one of the first appointments for a COVID-19 vaccine. It was February of last year, and I felt like I’d won the lottery. I drove for an hour to East Los Angeles, stood in line for an hour with my son (there to drive me home in case I had a bad reaction) and thanked everyone in sight.
When I got the confirmation for my second shot, I couldn’t believe the system set up by the city of Los Angeles worked. I went back to East LA, stood happily in line and thanked everyone in sight — again.
For my booster last August, I made an appointment on the same day, attested to my rheumatoid arthritis, and thanked the very nice pharmacist at my local Rite Aid. The whole thing took 20 minutes. I felt very smart to be one of the first to get my booster.
This time, I have no idea if I’m very smart or not. I have no idea of much of anything when it comes to COVID-19. I don’t know if I’ve had it or not, for example. I don’t know why I wore a mask everywhere for two years and now don’t wear a mask at all, why we campaigned against anti-maskers and now we’re all anti-maskers. Were they right? Obviously, that can’t be. Too many of them got sick and died, didn’t they? So, what’s changed?