
Where we waited for 15 minutes after receiving our vaccines, just to make sure that no one had an allergic reaction.
Sometimes I cry at strange times that surprise me. Like, I am totally not prepared for the tears that suddenly well up. Where do they even come from?
Today, I joined a line of dozens of other people at the Placer County Fairgrounds Events Center hall, a place where in the summer they set up tables that display people’s best jams and quilts, photographs and ceramics projects. Maybe animals are shown here, too: the prize winning sheep, hogs, goats.
We queued up politely, patiently waited our turns, and were directed, one by one, to tables where we received our Covid vaccinations. I got my second shot today, a Pfizer one. I qualified for the vaccine on two different fronts: as a massage therapist, I’m a healthcare professional. And since I’ve been substitute teaching, I qualified through that as well.
I sat down at table eight. The entire process took about thirty seconds. The nurse confirmed my name, confirmed that I was getting my second dose of the Pfizer shot (since there were tables where you could get your Moderna vaccine, too). Then said, “Congratulations. Congratulations.”
Well. That did it. Right in the middle of the Events Center hall. There were my tears. Continue Reading…








