[54/365] more vaccine stuff
Feb. 23rd, 2021 10:12 pmToday I helped L get his first vaccine. It was at a different place than I'd had mine, which sucked because I hate new places - - it seems so unfair, when I can't go anywhere, that when I have to go someplace it isn't even anywhere I've ever been before -- but I had really helpful and detailed information from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
diffrentcolours and mother_bones, who'd been there for her first vaccine last week.
It went really smoothly, thankfully, and I was impressed with how much better it was for disabled people thsn MRI had been for me. But it was still exhausting for both L and I, in our different ways.
I was trying to pick up all the slack of stuff that's difficult for him as well as all the stuff I have to do, but some of it's difficult for me too (I hate it when taxi drivers try to "help" too much, especially when they both think I'm a girl and therefore unable to take apart or lift a wheelchair even when they're seeing me do so right then), and I also had to walk to and from work in very blustery, chilly weather. The wind was horrible all afternoon, and had added drizzle by the time we walked Gary after dinner.
Tomorrow I'd normally be at work but I instead have two meetings, one of which is about covid vaccine provision for disabled people, ironically. At least I have, between just my own and L's andmother_bones's experiences, lots to talk about.
I don't feel overly prepared for the meeting, and finding out this evening that the money I'm supposed to get for this volunteer role is proving more difficult to acquire than I was led to believe has given me some extra anxiety about it. I'm sure it'll all work out, but I'm so tired. Both literally (this morning I was back on my waking-up-at-5am bullshit) and metaphorically.
diffrentcolours and mother_bones, who'd been there for her first vaccine last week.It went really smoothly, thankfully, and I was impressed with how much better it was for disabled people thsn MRI had been for me. But it was still exhausting for both L and I, in our different ways.
I was trying to pick up all the slack of stuff that's difficult for him as well as all the stuff I have to do, but some of it's difficult for me too (I hate it when taxi drivers try to "help" too much, especially when they both think I'm a girl and therefore unable to take apart or lift a wheelchair even when they're seeing me do so right then), and I also had to walk to and from work in very blustery, chilly weather. The wind was horrible all afternoon, and had added drizzle by the time we walked Gary after dinner.
Tomorrow I'd normally be at work but I instead have two meetings, one of which is about covid vaccine provision for disabled people, ironically. At least I have, between just my own and L's and
mother_bones's experiences, lots to talk about. I don't feel overly prepared for the meeting, and finding out this evening that the money I'm supposed to get for this volunteer role is proving more difficult to acquire than I was led to believe has given me some extra anxiety about it. I'm sure it'll all work out, but I'm so tired. Both literally (this morning I was back on my waking-up-at-5am bullshit) and metaphorically.