VACCINATION FRUSTRATION
D ear Aunt Blabby:
Help!
I need advice.
I’m trying to connect and it’s not happening. Despite filling all the blanks correctly, it’s not working.
I’m stressing out and too old for nonsense, bad timing and lack of information.
I need advice.
As a 77-year-old, I’m desperately in need of a lifesaver.
I’m not raving, I’m craving. And this problem is literally keeping me up past midnight trying to hook up.
What’s up? Here’s what. Despite weeks of concentrated computer clicking and midnight checking, I have yet to set a date soon with the COVID-19 vaccine despite age qualification to do so.
Quite frankly, I’ve tried until I’m fried, and it’s been a no-go nightmare!
I’ll admit I’m a slow-go at the computer despite decades of using word-processing technology in the newspaper world.
But I’ll bet so are my pre-boomer/WWII war baby buddies — who are also now eligible to receive the coronavirus vaccine.
Although patience is not part of my five decades of deadline news skills, it’s been impossible to stay alert long enough to connect — and impossible without computer skills and help.
Two weeks ago, I began the vaccine polka, dancing from one site to another and staying alert way past bedtime.
It started with a phone call from a former Chicago resident and close friend who had connected with the vaccine in Michigan two days after viewing the state’s vaccine online.
“It was so stunning,” she said. “I had expected it to be like Chicago inefficiency.”
Argh!
So I began logging onto the city’s COVID-19 site and its neverending list of unavailable vaccine date locations; the Northwestern Memorial Hospital’s MyChart site despite five of my doctors working or connected to them, and way past many midnights for availability at seemingly impossible Walgreens drugstore sites forever NOT in my “unavailable” area code and ever-changing locations.
On Friday, a friend finally succeeded in helping me log into Rush University Medical Center’s MyChart site, where I had my knees replaced, and a vaccine date was available ... but not until April.
So it goes. But let’s hope the slow becomes a go.
Words have power . . .
An example of American vocabulary in one single hour of cable news.
◆ False flags.
◆ False narratives.
◆ False prophets.
◆ Epic squeezes.
◆ Insurrection.
◆ Bear spray.
◆ Tasers.
◆ Capitol police suicides.
◆ Open-and-shut.
◆ Open hunting season.
◆ Horrifying precedents.
◆ Constitutional loopholes.
◆ High crimes.
◆ Impeachment.
◆ Fraud.
◆ Metal detectors.
◆ In-or-out.
◆ Progress forged in a cauldron.
◆ Rebellion.
◆ Sedition.
◆ Violating oaths of office.
◆ Conspiracy theories.
◆ Walking back criticism.
◆ Threat bulletins.
◆ Deadly attacks.
◆ Political hatred.
◆ Office hideaways.
◆ Closed enrollment.
◆ Permanent protective fencing.
◆ Mid-term commitments.
◆ Lies.
◆ Falsehoods.
◆ Firing flares.
◆ Trial balloons.
◆ Paying fealty.
◆ Taunts.
◆ Stoking conspiracy theories.
◆ Harassment.
◆ Pandemic.
◆ Pandemonium.
What gives, America?
Sneedlings . . .
Condolences to the family of the wonderfully irreplaceable Claudia (nee Greco) Stompanato, who died last week at the age of 94 — and her daughters Dia Weil, Joan Fosco and Susan Cherry. Can I have your mother’s legendary gravy recipe? Saturday’s birthdays: Kid Cudi, 37; Christian Bale, 47; and Wilmer Valderrama, 41 . ... Sunday’s birthdays: Justin Timberlake, 40; Kerry Washington, 44; and Portia de Rossi, 48.