Another Wee Jab

Some folks have asked about the health system here, called the National Health Service, or NHS for short, so I thought I would share about a bit about the experience of getting my vaccine yesterday.

The NHS sends you a letter when you’re due, giving you a time and location to get your shot. I had gotten a text from my doctor’s office telling patients not to call them to inquire about when you’re eligible for the vaccine, that you’d be notified in due course. Indeed, my letter came about three weeks ago.

I was directed to one of Glasgow’s main sports arenas called the Hydro Center, which is a short 15 minute walk from the apartment.

I have to give credit to those involved as it was impeccably organized and a very seamless, pleasant experience. I checked in at a central desk where they asked for my name, then given the size of the arena, they had staff posted every 10 feet or so to welcome you and guide you on your way into the floor of the arena.

The staff were universally friendly and helpful, whether those directing traffic, to those giving the vaccines or to the person telling you to “have a wee seat on these chairs for fifteen minutes” after your vaccine.

I don’t know others’ experiences getting the jab, but I felt an upswell of gratitude as I walked into the center – it awed me to think of all the people who had been involved to get a vaccine into every arm – the scientists, of course, who did amazing work under a lot of pressure, but also those who worked long hours manufacturing all the components needed, the team on the ground administering them as well as the planners behind the scenes. It’s truly awesome.

I also reflected how lucky I am to receive this gift when many around the world will likely wait quite a long time for theirs. I also felt a spark of hope for reconnecting with loved ones, for the time ahead when we can again give hugs without fear. May it be so.