I didn't really know what to do. I looked at a few drug store websites and none of them would let me register in advance. Finally, Alec and I both registered on My Vaccine, hoping they would send us something whenever we could make appointments.
I was surprised to see a notification in my email box Thursday evening. It allowed me to make an appointment for the first dose of Pfizer at a mass vaccination site by the airport, about twenty miles from where I work. I felt nearly as agitated as I did the night I found out that I had been exposed at work. After setting up the appointment, I got excited. Then, I walked into the kitchen. As soon as I looked at Alec I felt enormously guilty. He has been back at work since the summer. In a restaurant. He has been tested more times than I can count because his coworkers are constantly getting COVID. He tried to reassure me that he didn't think I should feel bad, but I did. And I still do.
I texted everyone I know and put a message up on Facebook, fearing that they didn't know they could get appointments and worrying that all of them would book up. I sat at work at 7:00 the next morning, when a text came through from a friend at my old school.
I sat at my desk, kind of staring off into space.
I'm not going to mess with it, I thought. I am grateful just to have an appointment.....but, I only have an appointment for one shot....what if they run out? And Decatur is a hell of a lot closer than the airport from school....what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? You can't be happy with your appointment? It has to be closer, more convenient? Asshole. You are an asshole.

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