Another Booster! (Blog 336)

Yesterday, I planned to get yet another Covid booster, but this time in Staines! A very simple and short journey, right? Actually, I got lost. No, only joking, BUT for a while I thought I could have done. Shock horror! In my car, I saw a ‘Road closed’ sign ahead! Thank flip it was for a road I wouldn’t be using. Sure there were diversion signs, but personally I usually find them somewhat mystifying. Not always, but often. Enough to make me feel inferior to a seven year old. Anyway, I did get to Staines fine. Very well, in fact. From the car park ticket machine, I ordered a pass for two hours, just in case. One hour should have sufficed, but they don’t call me ‘Sensible Simon’ for no reason. And by ‘they’ I mean the voices in my head. No, only joking, they laugh at me. Joking again! The machine stole 20p from me as it doesn’t give change but I guess that’s not too bad. It makes you wonder what the most it’s ever stolen. An old lady with demential could waste her whole life’s savings if not stopped. Well, that’s a worst case scenario. That would probably take several days of buying over-priced tickets she couldn’t remember. Surely someone would stop her.

Surprise, surprise, I couldn’t find the vaccination centre on foot, just like when I tried to find the place not long ago. I was told by email it was inside the Elsmsleigh centre, actually it was just outside it. Not my fault. Had it not been for a friendly person selling I think smoothies, I may never have found the place. Inside the vax area, I THINK I saw my old primary school religious education lecturer. Believe it or not, she seemed pleased to see me. Somewhat of a rarity, so it brightened up my day. When I was called to get my shot and I was told to give my age, it was pointed out that I looked more like 17. Little did she know that I act like a 17 year old. And when you take into consideration you can join the army at 16, saying I’m as mature as what the jabber thought is actually a compliment if anything. I was asked if I had any medical conditions, and I said ‘schizophrenia’ as loud and proud as always. I was then asked what side of the bed I sleep on. I explained that I like to mix things up a little, so then I was asked what hand I write with. I was given a dose on the opposite arm. Yep, I wasn’t asked those questions without a reason! Phew!

The whole thing was over in about 5 minutes, so I REALLY wasted my money at the car park, but let’s hope it’s going to a good cause. I very much doubt it’s funding terrorism at very least. As the jabbing was such a huge success, I decided to treat myself to a good TWO scoops of chocolate ice cream in the shopping centre! I wanted rum and raisin ice cream but when I asked about it, I was told it may or may not have alcohol in. I was driving, I couldn’t get wasted on ice cream, I’d get arrested. In hindsight, it seems unlikely the snack would put me over the limit, but again, I’m all about peace of mind. Unfortunately, I asked about the alcohol content louder than necessary and I’m sure many people would have heard the dumb question, but at least I didn’t point out I was on medication for schizophrenia. Because that would be odd. If anything the drive home was more successful than the prior journey, and certainly more relaxed, and what’s more, I had plenty of time to go to the gym! Bye bye calories, right! I fear no sugary treats! Bye!