COVID Shots For the Old Man

A few weeks ago my sister set my Dad up for his first COVID shot down in Everett, Washington.  It would have been a one hour drive and while that might not sound too bad, you have to understand that even a 15 minute trip into town is a Very Big Deal for him, and wipes him out for the rest of the day.

Through a mix of luck, a friendly visit from my Dad's wonderful neighbor, and some begging on my part we finally got him set for his first dose (Moderna) this Saturday at a local community college.

So, the good news is he'll get his first shot.

The bad news is that it took a fair amount of gnashing and wailing and stress to get this much done.  My sister has spent hours on the phone, on hold, to no avail.

If there's a larger point here, it's don't be afraid to mention your circumstances (Dad is almost 100) and don't expect any progress unless you're talking to a live human being.

The Whatcom County website was a total bust, but staying on hold (after getting cut off twice) and quickly blurting out that my Pop is a nonagenarian did wonders.

Be persistent.  Realize that the layers of websites and apps are CYA bullshit.  Getting someone's ear is the only way forward, as of now.