First, let's resolve the cliffhanger from last week: I did not, in fact, die as a result of my shingles vaccination shot. It probably wasn't a strictly necessary update since, from public health and demographic standpoints, people dying from vaccines isn't actually a thing, but I didn't want to be all like the first season of Severance and leave you all hanging just in case something unforeseen like a crippling but necessary labor insurrection took us down.
Also the fact that I typed out this whole thing and then eventually hit PUBLISH, those would have probably been enough proof of life to satisfy a hostage's family, let alone a high-single-digit (but dedicated!) readership.
To be clear, though I was in no danger, that second shingles shot really did have me feeling like bona fide goat ass. But it was all in the name of my future wellbeing and a thumb in the eye of all the late millennial/early GenZ parents out there who are trying to undermine the bedrock of our society one wanton public sneeze at a time.
I am starting to wonder what it will take for the societal fever to break. I'm talking less about the viral kind and more like the viral kind, the one where exasperatingly unqualified dinguses all het up on a (uninjected) cocktail of unearned certainty and a righteousness that can only be achieved by the defiantly uninformed reach spectacularly incorrect conclusions about microbiology and public health in easily digestible TikTok clips of under 90 seconds.
I know there are some out there doing the Lord's work of trying to put out counter-information, to correct the record as it were, but we all know there's no way actual true things are going to gain the kind of traction that the the government doesn't want you to know this currently does. The root of the message and the success of the message of correct information is... nothing. Literally nothing. If everyone got their vaccines, nobody (statistically) gets sick from these diseases burdened with the apparently vexing (to some) but quite on-the-nose adjective of preventable. A bunch of people on your favorite social media just sitting around, not having rubella? It's good policy and even better neighbor behavior, but it's absolutely awful content.
At some level, my instinct is "well, if they want to die or be disfigured by something no president has had to manage since John Quincy Adams, or at least Calvin Coolidge, well, I guess win-win," but the problem is we do live next door to these people. Not only does that mean the next house over is potentially a pest house, but more perniciously, the distaste and distrust of institutions and their associated messaging seeps into the information groundwater and next thing you know, Ananada Lewis is dead. We all lose (and have lost) in that scenario.
There's no reason to trust an insurance company on any level, really, and in this country insurance and medicine are the same thing. We're living in an Age of Actuarial Rule, which means everything related to your health is filtered through a lens of risk management for your insurance carrier. Unfortunately for those of us insurance holders, every case of medical need is an anecdotal case, where the outsize effects on family and people mean everything to those enduring it. Sure, it doesn't make financial sense to approve an MRI for everyone with a tummy ache, but if it helped one person catch pancreatic cancer before it was too late, well, fuck your tables, right? But the mega-global corporation can't afford (literally) to think that way, so it's always deny, play the obfuscating and litigious adversary to your own client base and cement in them a paranoia about all aspects of medicine and how it works until they are actively sabotaging their own health and the health of their children just for a quick inhalant hit of control.
Fevers break when they break, with the duration time affected plus or minus by patient self-care, rest and some genetic good luck. It's tough to count on all that when you're talking about a whole country as the patient in this metaphor. Hopefully in the meantime we don't have to get to the point where we're drafting hospital ships to supplement the normal healthcare infrastructure or using refrigerator trucks as morgues. Again. But then I'd have to trust that we're more focused on surviving than willing something interesting to happen, which, yeah, ask me again after the 2026 midterms.