Last week I had the excuse of a major national holiday, one that requires a lot of my time and attention to pull off, to explain why I did a rare miss of my Thursday regular posting. I spent a not inconsiderable amount of time up to my elbow in a murdered bird’s carcass, contending with the delicate balance of trying to impart maximum flavor and minimum salmonella.
Speaking of communicable blood-pests, my excuse today is that I am now dosed up with my third syrupy shot of that sweet Pfizer prophylaxis. It would be a more credible excuse if I were actually feeling out of sorts, but 9 hours in and I have… mild soreness where I was stabbed. That’s it. And that is a reasonable side effect, a pain-alert reaction at the site of a puncture wound. I’m not sure if this is what the anti-vax people are talking about when they bang on about the dangers of vaccines, but I do agree with them that I’d really prefer not to be stabbed, in almost every conceivable circumstance. Also though I’d also prefer not to die from a preventable disease, no matter how much the name of its variants keep sounding more and more like sci-fi villains. Whether we make it that far down the Greek alphabet or not, you bet your ass I would watch the shit out of a movie called “The Omega Variant.”
So I’m up late, tapping on my phone screen to get this out there before I’m incapacitated by the alteration of my DNA by the vaccine, which I’m pretty sure is how it works? I’m a little embarrassed I don’t know more about the specifics of the science but at this point, I’m terrified of “doing my own research.” These days you start that and one or two turns down the wrong Reddit rabbit-holes later and you’re on a street corner waiting for JFK Jr. to come back and arrest all the Democrats. Which is a thing that really happened. Which is making me rethink my vaccine, not for safety reasons, but what is the benefit of survivability long term, really, when these are my countrymen? I have some thinking to do.
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