Now We Can Start the Party
Look out, y'all. The kids have officially entered the party!
And Mila was REAL quick to jump up on the table, slam a shot, and lead the screw-off COVID dance party.
Which is to say, who has gotten her first dose of the vaccine? THIS KID HAS GOTTEN HER FIRST DOSE.
She's a little bit excited. Or a lot bit, but who's keeping track?
Getting Mila her first dose was not without drama, of course. Why would a drama-free experience be in the cards? Nothing is that easy lately.
So, Mila's appointment was set for today at 5:30, which was basically the first available appointment I could find because if the child asked me if it was her turn one more time, I was going to lie and say she's 12 and see if anyone would fall for it. It's not like they can prove that she's not, right?
ANYWAY. We went to the appointment and there was a bit of a crowd. A family of 4 was also there for vaccines, which meant there was a boy a little older than Mila and a girl a little younger than Mila hanging out. There was some sort of weirdness with my insurance card, which led to the family getting to go ahead of us. Which, fine. Anyone who is getting their kid vaccinated this week is basically a superstar in my books. So, fine.
EXCEPT NOT.
I'm not really sure what happened, but as Mila and I sat patiently in the waiting area for our turn, sounds starting coming out of the room where the shots happen. Not good sounds. If I were to describe them using the restrictions placed on me by the English language, I would probably say that it sounded like the little girl was watching someone stomp on a litter of kittens while wearing golf cleats and telling her that Jojo Siwa is dead and will be buried in all black clothes. There was a lot of screaming and crying and I'm not entirely sure that there wasn't a murder today at the Walgreens up the street.
It went on for a while. A LONG WHILE. Like, 20 minutes.
The whole time, Mila sat beside me melting into a pile of fear. She started out with ALL OF THE EXCITEMENT, but when the first scream rang out, her eyes dropped. Each second that it went on, Mila became more and more hesitant and concerned and ... scared.
She walked into Walgreens with the confidence of a mediocre 45-year old white man, but all of that confidence was stolen over the course of those 20 minutes. That turned into Mila VERY hesitantly walking into the room for her turn, where we learned that the screamer didn't even get her shot. Nobody touched her. The screaming was in anticipation of the worst, which yay? I'm going with "yay" because it game me something to build on.
"I've done it twice and was totally fine. You know I wouldn't lie to you about it because I have to live with you," I told Mile.
She was comforted by that explanation. To know her is to know that she super believes in revenge, so that "live with you" thing spoke directly to her soul.
Three seconds later, it was done. Which, HOORAY! But also, Mila immediately turned to me, twisted her face a bit, and said, "That drama was COMPLETELY unnecessary. Someone should tell that girl to calm down."
And that is the story of how a lady from the Walgreens pharmacy gave Mila 2 lollipops, a handful of fancy Bsnd-aids, and 2 sheets of stickers.
Monday, November 8, 2021
