Today I observed the 90th anniversary of Leonard Nimoy’s birth by doing the logical thing and getting vaccinated against COVID-19. The timing was coincidental. After spending hours refreshing pages at the Ohio Department of Health website, only to find local appointments already filled, I opted to head downtown to the mass vaccination site at the Wolstein Center. Setting up the appointment was a snap.
This site is being run by the Ohio National Guard, and I
can only say it was a model of efficiency, run like a well-tooled machine at
every step in the process. I can’t
imagine a better or more compassionate use of our tax dollars than sites like
these - in patriotism filled not with jingoistic chest-thumping, but in the spirit of service and concern for one's fellow Americans.
Parking was readily available, the lot I was directed to
only about 1/4th filled. Noticing
signs admonishing against taking photographs, I was directed to tents near the
designated entrance, was asked if I had any symptoms of illness, and handed
three pages of information about COVID and the vaccine to be administered: Pfizer. I then entered the building, was temperature
scanned, and directed toward an admittance table where my information was
taken. Then I was directed to the site
on the main floor, the very surface on which I’d seen Cleveland State athletes
and the Cleveland Crunch, and sent
to one of the many carefully distanced chairs that had been set up there. National Guard personnel then proceeded down
each lane of chairs taking information: Had I received any vaccinations within
the last two weeks? Have I ever
experienced a reaction from being vaccinated?
Do I have any allergies? And so
forth. This information was entered into
a pad. Then I was asked when I wanted my
next appointment, selected a time, and before I’d had a chance to write myself
a reminder note, I received a text notification with my next date. This was followed in a few minutes by a
second Guardsman with a cart on wheels – rather like the carts
flight-attendants use to deliver snacks – who handed me my vaccination card and
administered the shot.
Most recipients were happy to be able to receive their
poke. The exception was someone near me who
was obviously in a state of anxiety. The
Guardsman who had taken my information summoned some counselors who came by and
calmed this person’s fears. Another
thing I noticed about the recipients was that they were overwhelmingly
white. This is very concerning in a
majority-minority city like Cleveland.
A better job needs to be done in getting vaccines to those without
internet access and addressing understandable concerns in minority communities
about the vaccine (many, quite reasonably, have not forgotten the Tuskegee Syphilis experiment).
Within ten minutes of my entering the building, I had
been vaccinated. I then waited in the
same chair for the designated 15 minutes to ensure I had no allergic reactions. I spent that time reflecting on the fine
young people who volunteered to protect the United States from “all enemies,
foreign and domestic” and serve their country.
It also occurred to me that, despite the xenophobic comments by some,
there is no such thing as a “foreign” or a “domestic” virus. Viruses do not have passports and the spread
of disease is the inevitable result of our modern world where international
travel is so speedy and so accessible to so many. There will be more novel viruses in the
future, and how we react to them will determine whether we have learned lessons
from the disaster known as 2020. At that
point, another Guardsman asked me how I was feeling. I replied that I felt great and thanked him
for being there. Something then occurred
to me, and I told him “You’re probably going to tell your grandkids about
this.” He nodded and mentioned to me
this was the second time he had been involved in such an operation – the first
was in Africa during the Ebola epidemic.
Then a fourth Guardsman addressed the crowd and asked to let him know if
there was anything the Guard could do better – noting that some had already
suggested a beer truck outside. He also
mentioned something that I wish to pass along: if there are any who are
reluctant to get the vaccine for religious reasons related to personal modesty,
the guard has provided several curtained off areas where the recipient will
have privacy and be vaccinated by someone of the same gender. Those of us remaining applauded as he left. At that point, it was time for me to go, and
the procedure for leaving was even easier than it had been for admission. I
drove home with a smile on my face. But
when I got home, I wept. Tears of joy,
tears of pride for my country, tears of relief and hope that this will soon be
over.
Vaccines and sanitation are the two primary reasons why
average life-expectancy increased so dramatically during the 20th
Century. Over the past few years, that
trend has started to reverse in the United States, and part of the reason is anti-vaccine sentiment led by anti-science hysteria and at least one
misleading – and now discredited – study. It is time for a return to sanity and respect
for earned expertise.
Get the shot.