Meanwhile, back in Europe…
When a vaccine shot is worse than being shot.
My birth year is up for the vaccine in our corner of Europe. Lo! and Behold! It’s the ‘dubious’ one on offer for my age group…
What to do when you are given a choice and none of them are going to win you a good night’s sleep tonight?
1. Go with the flow. Media madness reigns. Wait.
That is the default for a big chunk of the populace of Europe. Refuse the Astra vaccine. It will clog up your veins. News has it that it could kill you. This added to all the inoculation jitters puts the proverbial wrench into the works of the injection machine.
As always, *bad news travels fast and the Norwegian cases get added to the Spanish cases added to the German ones, so thirteen countries put their AstraZeneca jab system on hold.
What happened?
Bad choices tend to send the vulnerable, i.e. we older citizens on the Covid potential kill list, into rabbit mode: unblinking eyes staring at the headlights as they get mowed down by the bigger pandemic car.
Bad choices indeed. You take the odds of suffocation in full-on Covid body-function shutdown and equally awful blood clotting from Astra’s innocuous needle of salvation and you can see what I mean. To that, this writer’s own anemia and low blood pressure jack me up into the ‘most likely to die’ category if Covid ever does track me down in my hiding-place home.
But how long can you hide and wait? Is one year long enough? When can we travel to England to visit my new grandson? When can we safely eat out again?
2. Wait for someone else to face the problem.
Today is the day. Europe’s medical decision-makers choose to face the third wave with their limited injection weapons locked and loaded or face Covid’s long-play music ‘worst-case scenario hits’ with barely a song.
May the powers-that-be take care — not of the multi-national pharmaceutical machines or even their member states’ vaccine programs — but for the needs of their people trying to get back to a ‘normal life.’
Better yet, put the accent on ‘life’.
