I really hoped that the new administration would lower the temperature of this country. I suppose it has, to some degree, but not enough. So far, Garry and I have managed to survive 11-months of lockdown and quarantine. Now, with two vaccines available (theoretically) and another likely on the way, you’d think we’d be happily lining up for shots.
Massachusetts has huge vaccine sites at Fenway Park (Red Sox) in downtown Boston and at Gillette Stadium (Patriots), a mere 40 miles distant. In the spring or summer or even fall, that would not be a terrible drive. But it’s that other season. Winter. And it’s SNOWING. Hard. There’s a big site in Springfield, but that’s 60 miles away. and one more in Amherst — more than 75 miles away. There is some version of a super site in every county except this one. None in Worcester County. We are Massachusetts’ forgotten county. We get lots of nothing out here. No public transportation, no public water or trash pickup. We don’t even have sidewalks or streetlights. We do, however, have an incredibly beautiful river and many birds and furry creatures — none of which will help with the vaccine thing.
The difference between country and city life becomes really obvious when you live here and realize we get everything last or never. We don’t have enough doctors, hospitals, or even malls, not that malls are a big deal these days.
If you live in or around Boston — in the city or one of it’s many suburbs — although it might be a struggle to navigate the very poorly designed software, you can get vaccinated — eventually. There are mass vaccination sites in Boston as there are in every county — except ours. We only have one major hospital and they have assured me they will call us someday and let us know when we can get vaccinated. Right now, nothing is available. If we are “in a hurry” — a pretty odd thing for someone to say at this point in the pandemic — we can hunt around and maybe somewhere there will be a clinic or local location where we can get vaccinated. Or not.
She suggested I call the governor.
So far, everyone I’ve talked to, from the pharmacist at our grocery store to the organizer at UMass Hospital and the nurse at my doctor’s office has suggested I call the governor. Everyone has suggested it — except the governor who is on television every night telling us how well vaccinations are going. I’m sure he got his, no problem. Meanwhile, turn on the television and they are frantically warning us to get our vaccinations as soon as possible because the British variant is here and it will enormously raise the odds of us catching it.
You cannot imagine how aggravating this is. First they make it impossible to get vaccinated — and then they do their best to scare us to death by warning us of the terrible peril of NOT getting the shot they won’t give us.
It’s as if they are working at making our lives as difficult as possible. Where IS the governor? He looks so pretty smiling into the TV cameras every night. I have a few choice words I’d like to say to him!