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My cell phone rang Monday afternoon. Unknown number. I don’t like unknown numbers. Something, however, whispered that I should pick it up, because this time, neither a door-to-door merchant nor a decaying healthcare business will try to push me into anything. It was a good intuition, true, with the slight restriction that they really wanted to talk to him, wanted to get him into something.
And the doctor came
The GP called. Dear madam, our doctor has been around for a quarter of a century. We age very well together. It could have been on a serial call because he immediately got to the point. After a mutual greeting, he stated that as far as he knows I am not a chronic patient, therefore, I can receive the Sputnik V as a vaccinet. He asked me if I would commit. I told him of course I had no objections to Saljut, I responded with a deliberate misunderstanding, but the doctor was not in the mood for a drop, he was obviously in a hurry, I was not the first and presumably I was not the last patient he called that. . day. He thinks Sputnik V is good and safe, he pressed the word Sputnik. Then he asked me if my blood pressure was high. I don’t know, I answered when it was measured months ago, we could say it was pretty good.
He said there will be fever and blood pressure measurements before vaccination and they will also be asked about allergies. As far as I know, I only have a blueberry allergy, and then I remarked without any transition that they hadn’t made such a fuss about a vaccine in the past. Nothing was measured in H1N1, nothing was asked, we didn’t know where it was made, here or in India, although it was no less dangerous than today’s vector-based vaccines. That’s right, the doctor agreed, adding that he would soon call me when he had to go to the vaccination point, which would be at the Uzsoki Street Hospital.
Where did you start? Where have they been vaccinated? How did you get a permit at home?
Thursday morning came early. The doctor just asked me if I could come to his office in the afternoon for the referral. At the appointed time, at a quarter to six, I was already sitting in front of her door in a mask with very wet feet, a sufficient social distance from a middle-aged lady. Starting a conversation while waiting, I asked him how he uses this constant mask. To my surprise, as if he had thrown two florins into a vending machine, he told me with almost a sigh that it was difficult, teacher, among the children all day in the classroom, he could not remove his mask. There is no fairy tale, you have to get used to smoking, I gave her good advice, and the woman laughed, of course, she used to go out to breathe in the courtyard. Meanwhile, the door was opened, there was a knock. This is a great advantage when one is on time.
The doctor had to fill out a so-called declaration of consent, which we had to take with us to the vaccination point. Do you have a long-term chronic illness? Do you take medications regularly? Do you have any allergies? Have you previously had a sick feeling during blood draws or vaccinations? Did you have an anaphylactic reaction after receiving the vaccine? A total of sixteen questions. Yes or no. I have to write no to the last three questions, I looked up from the paper. The doctor and her assistant laughed. It’s easy for them, they know the set of questions. The last three questions are: Are you currently pregnant? Are you planning to get pregnant in 2 months? Are you breastfeeding?
For hours straight
D-day came on Saturday. According to the sender (this is another function of the declaration of consent), I had to report to Vaccine No. 1 of the Military Hospital at 10:30 am on Saturday morning. That is, on the side facing Róbert Károly körút. Too much for the hospital on Uzsoki Street. My wife, euthanized on Saturday morning, drove me to the vaccination point, where we soon refreshed ourselves. Looking for a place to park, we passed the entrance, where people waited in dense lines. They stood alone on the street or in the forties, with two soldiers at the door controlling the crowd with a sheet of paper in hand, then a long staircase in the hospital garden, up to the building, and again a long line together. to the wall. the way to the front door. At that moment we wrote a quarter to eleven.
One of the soldiers was about to ask when a standard, hissing female voice sounded behind us: the end of the line has come! This sound is being cloned, I say. There is always a conscientious woman (or lord) who voluntarily assumes the role of policeman. So why is the army here? The soldier also smiles. This is not the first time he has participated in a battle.
We complete the plus seven degrees at the end of the line. At least the fog has already lifted. A quarter of an hour passed and we didn’t drive an inch. It turned out that those in front of us, all the way to the door, arrived at eleven thirty. I can’t bear this, I turned to my wife, who in turn insisted that I had to bear it. I knew it would not be easy to overcome this epidemic, but being so difficult, I really did not expect it.
The crowd waited peacefully and the soldiers were very helpful. They did their thing without socks, identifying everyone at the door. The escorts could also stay, but only until the entrance to the building. Meanwhile, thankfully, a lifeguard arrived who redirected about twenty-five to thirty people to Building D to relieve the fire station. However, they still had enough in front of us. It took me about two hours to get to the hospital entrance. In the meantime, I sent my wife home and became friends with two friends in a row.
We stopped those who were leaving. We asked them what time and when they came, and especially what other time would pass inside the building. According to their accounts, the image fit very well: everyone took three hours to get vaccinated. Of these three hours, however, with a very slight exaggeration, it only takes a minute to ten seconds to administer the vaccine itself. Okay. But what are they going to do the other times then? Well, not for measuring fever and / or blood pressure, because none of this is here, but for data collection. In vain, the filling of the declaration of consent, the many, many icks, the uncomfortable rumble was mainly due to waiting in front of the three information desks. Meanwhile, another type of declaration must be completed, in which the person agrees to administer the vaccine. Natural. You stand for two hours and then insist that you disagree. So why the declaration of consent?
The ladies sitting at the information desk are just doing their job. With a lot of patience. Identity card, address card, identification card. The data is entered into the computer one by one. You don’t have to ask why here and now, as they are already circulating somewhere in the system. Someone found out very well. Bureaucratically. And the line is waiting. I am the last, but for real. There is no one behind me. The lady sitting behind the information desk could ask for a surprise. Since the name of my GP is quite common, in Hungarian: there are more in town, he asked me if I knew his stamp number. No, just her maiden name, I said in agony.
Free after Béla Merkely
A gray-haired gentleman stood in front of me along the line. We don’t listen to his word until then. Sir, said one of the doctors in the hallway, you can’t get the Sputnik V vaccine. You are eighty-three years old, and this vaccine is given only to people between sixty and seventy-four years old. The old man looked around sadly. The doctor also felt the injustice of the situation, but what could he do once a fellow GP had stabbed him in a stable manner?
People sat silently in the chairs in the hall. All were beyond vaccination to receive the paper (stylistically: the document) after half an hour of observation, testifying that they had received the first dose of Gam-COVID-Vac (more popularly known as Sputnik V) on their left (right) ). arm, and in three weeks when they can come for the second. I found out that luckily no one had a complication that day, the “Covid First Aid Place” at the end of the hall was left empty.
The rector, along with four other colleagues, received the Sputnik V vaccine.
In fact, the shortest time is actually the vaccination itself. As they did with Professor Béla Merkely: manga, disinfection and stabbing. The doctor did all of this quickly and accurately. He gently wiped two drops of blood with a dab of gauze, pressed a little more pressure on the vaccination site, and looked at it again. Okay, you can get dressed, he said with a wide smile on his face.
(Cover image: People queue in front of one of the vaccines in Budapest to get vaccinated with the Sputnik V coronavirus vaccine. Photo: András Sereg / Index)
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