Why do we have a headquarters for an anti Covid jab? Why is there always an official guy standing outside? It is a mystery to me. I have been waiting for at least a month, since I sent my official request for a jab. I contacted my neurologist as I was actually a year too young to qualify and he issued immediately a document to prove that I should be vaccinated. I have MS and diabetes and that, in the eyes of the Swiss government is enough to prove that I need the jab. In the meanwhile I am observing that Israel have vaccinated almost their entire population, that the British (of whieh I was originally) are on their way to vaccinating the complete population. Vaccinations can be made at your doctor’s surgery, sometimes even in a chemists, but we Swiss all have to go to the official center in your state for the vaccination. For me it is no great problem, just along the road.
This evening I took the situation in my own hands, on the telephone and discovered a telephone number to contact. There was an immediate answer and it seems I was through to the official Swiss country centre. They could not really help me so much as it is a kantonal problem, but the guy on the phone was very helpful and said the problem in Switzerland was getting supplies of the necessary matrial for a jab. It is coming from America, perhaps Scandinavia, or Germany and there is just not enough. It seems there was enough for Israel. The Brits have their own but we Swiss are still waiting. Inhabitants of senior homes have already got their vaccine and now it is finished. One thing the guy confirmed was that when I get the first jab, the second one would be completed within four weeks – big deal.
In the meanwhile I just stay in isolation, as well as Mr. Swiss. My son is still working daily, and we are all hoping that he does not come into contact with the virus, although he does not mix with many people. I am worried, but I do now have a telephone number (given from the guy I phoned today) for my state and might get more information as to what is going on. I am annoyed and feel neglected from my state, my country. I will not give up and will pursue the situation until I get satisfaction from somewhere. I am fed up with seeing all the lucky others, especially an article I read from the happy senior citizens that now feel much safer since they have had their jab. I want to feel safe as well. Enough complaining, Do I feel better? I suppose it does help psychologically.
Gone are the days when I did my shopping myself; a natural thing to do. In Winter this is no longer possible due to weather conditions. I thought I could manage the short train trip to the store, just one station, but realised it would not be possible and so I now have the goods brought to me.
However today was a muddle. Now and again the store cannot deliver what I need. This happened last week when I did not receive the meat I needed for the next day’s dinner. Luckily my son was able to go into town and fetch it. I always receive a confirmation of my order before they deliver and today all my cold cut dishes were missing, not a slice of ham to be seen. My son to the rescue again and he brought me some meat from town for the evening meal. In the meanwhile I placed an order for what was missing for next day delivery as it was shown as being available. I wrote to the customer service in the meanwhile and complained. I got an immediate answer that due to the snow the transport was delayed with meat and dairy supplies to their shop, with their apology. I explained that I was dependent on their deliveries for my meals. Eventually my delivery arrived later in afternoon, even containing two of the articles that were apparently not available. This was now a complete muddle. Tomorrow I will be receiving another delivery of the goods that should have been missing, but were apparently found. Online buying can be quite muddling sometimes.
There are times when galavanting about town, or just a local visit to the store, is not advisable. Having been in a locked down situation since last Wednesday, six days, I decided I must break out. I did not really have to buy anything. My cupboard, fridge and cellar is full of food. It resembles a mini version of our local supermarket. I just wanted to do it, getting back into the old routine: a golden oldie galavant.
And so I saddled my scooter, which had been lying dormant for almost a week. I checked that I had my gloves, was wearing a warm winter padded jacket with my trusty scarf around my neck, not forgetting my new nice woolly hat to keep my ears warm. What could possibly go wrong.
I left the warmth of the garage, opened the automatic door and road out into the unknown. After two minutes I was alreay wondering if I had done the right thing. My first problem was the pavement as there were remains of frozen snow in various places. Luckily there was no traffic on our little roadwhich was the path I was forced to ride. What stupid person would leave the warmth of their home to venture into these frozen places. Yes, I know, it was just me. I continued on my solitary scooter and made it to the sidewalk of the main road – so far so good. I would add I was really grateful that I had my gloves with me. On the was to the store, the thought was still roaming in my head whether this was a good idea. However, I eventually arrived, parked the scooter and entered the nice warm comfortable store. There were few people shopping. I wonder why. After half an hour I was finished, my frozen venture completed and I saddled up for the home journey. I had visions of a search party finding a golden oldie frozen on a scooter, despite the gloves and woolly hat, but I did it. I survived and scootered back to my nice warm garage place.
I arrived in my apartment again and decided that 0°C was not an ideal temperature to take a trip, even to the local store. I have now checked the weekly weather report. No snow or rain thank goodness, but temperatures remaining at 0°C. Perhaps I could install a heating on my scooter.
My dad eventually would shuffle around At the age of one hundred his legs were not so sound I am now 74, already need support to walk Luckily it is not my voice, I really like to talk The future is an unknown fact, it can be so unexpected My feet now leave the legs, no longer well connected
A billow of cloud descended on the church Was this a sign from the sky? The angels argued, “It wasn’t us” They really did not know why It seems that Gabriel came down to earth Some children to anoint Somewhere he took the wrong turn And discovered how to smoke a joint
I find nothing romantic or poetic in a peg. I use them for hanging washing. I must day they do have a variety of colours, except for those that are made of wood. I would mention that they can be quite bothersome if you happen to drop one whilst fixing the washing on the line as it means bending and searching until you find it. I have noticed one thing over the years. My mum used them in her time and that was about 70 years ago, but their shape and size has never changed since.
It seems the clothes peg was invented by David M. Smith in 1853. Luckily in the meanwhle the plastic clothes peg was made preventing our forests being destroyed for the sake of a clothes peg.
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