I had relied on the tramline, extended to run near the vaccination center only shortly before the Coviding. Hop on, fifteen minute ride, walk a bit, done, no muss, no fuss.
Obviously, the tram failed to materialize. And when, at the time I had planned to be there, the tram hadn't arrived yet, I ended up calling a taxi. At least that was quick.
Ruhrcongress events venue, normally for congresses of some sort, concerts, touring stand-up acts etc. First time I've been there, actually.
All set up for massive lines, with crowd-control barriers etc.. But no lines. As I approach, I am intercepted by a man in a high-viz vest who directs me to the entrance for the special cases.
Stepping inside, a combat-nurse (battle fatigues, division insignia, the works, but I'm sure I spotted a red cross on white background) takes my temperature. She directs me to a desk staffed by more soldiers, but these guys don't have red crosses.
Going through my paperwork, the guy finds that I accidentally signed where a legal guardian would have signed to declare me incompetent to give consent to medical treatment... whoops.
But no worries, he's just crossing that out.
The guy looks at my diagnosis, feels he must tell me his father has the same, and got it in the army... thinking about it, I realize now what I looked like. Green cargo pants, black old-school military-ish jacket, green boonie hat (with the attachment hoops), flip-up sun-visors on my glasses, and my shoulder bag, also festooned in those commando-style attachment loops. From a distance, my workboots may even have looked a bit military. I think he assumed that perhaps soldiering was the story behind my diagnosis, too, or that I was some kind of kindred-spirit couch-commando.
Even had I realized then, I wouldn't have had the heart to tell him the truth.
"pockets... I wear these pants for the pockets, I'm cargo-carrying right now... same for the jacket... need the flip-up shades for my effed eye, ditto for the lid, and this style is the only one that gives good shade and also fits my gigantic dome... I got the boots because I need the ergonomic heel... I like bags with many compartments, I don't even use any of the loops..."
I'm told to stand in line at a door. First time standing in line. And then a THW (think ACE, but organized a little more like a volunteer fire-department) person points me, and the guy in line before me (aka the entire line) at another door where processing is apparently quicker.
Get there, somebody else picks out what papers she needs to hold on to at her station, does some bureaucrat, tells me that lady over there (another THW trooper) will tell me what door I should go through.
"Please sit over there until I call you."
I sit, I am called and pointed at door number 3.
Doctor in civvies (office casual I guess) is to give me the info for the informed in informed consent.
"Soreness or swelling at the injection site, light fever..."
"Like any other vaccination then."
"You've been vaccinated before?"
"Against anything, tetanus, flu..."
...that a physician would find it appropriate to ask this. That he might expect anything other than a "well, DUH!!" for an answer. That, presumably, he already had someone in there who'd have said "no, first time". I hate this world.
First anyone I see in full ppe. He spots the yellow card in my front pocket. "Great, I'll have that! Take off your jacket and sit on that chair."
"Left or right arm?"
Poke, band aid, "That'll come off while you sleep."
"No, they never do."
"Haha! Go through there and protect the furniture for fifteen, then you're done."
I do that. Hand over my paperwork and insurance card to another THW guy, sit, wait. When he comes to hand it back, he's like "wait, gotta confirm your ID, gotta check the photo... see, with your hat..."
That'd be a nearly 20 year old photo my insurance just never proposed they should update. I suppose he was checking the color of my skin maybe? The photo was a bit over-exposed though, so no idea how he confirmed my identity from that.
And that was it. Took a taxi home because fuckit.
On my way out of the waiting area, I had to bypass a gaggle of very much non-distanced people yapping about the posters for some concerts, I believe I heard mention of Smokie having been someone's favorite band. Not THW, army, or high-viz people just right there to ungaggle people.
I was a bit surprised that anyone should be touring, or that there should be posters for any upcoming events.
I just checked that place's schedule of upcoming events. The vaccination center is booked through to June 30th. I assume the plan is that, by that time, all vaccinations will happen through people's regular physicians.
Somehow, already on June 14th, some fairly uninteresting standup comedian has a show there. Some smaller room in the rear, I suppose.
Some more standup acts, first concert in September.
Just got almost tempted to go - first musical act scheduled is Highland Saga - yes, there's BAGPIPES coming here, with traditional Scottish tunes. At €60, a wee bit steep, but I might be almost tempted to go. Might be. Were it not that the effin' world still hasn't figured out whether it wants to stop ending or not.
Well, hopefully, by then, we'll be out of the shit we're in right now (if the 7-day index of new cases per 100k tops 100 for three days running, the new "Corona emergency-stop" comes into effect. I know this includes a curfew, but obviously, city hall will only link to the text of the law, rather than fucking explaining what that means for people who didn't go to law school, because fuckit, who needs people obeying life-saving regulations).