Mom's Vaccination Response (Second Shot)

Because the vaccination site where my mother was vaccinated last time has no barrier-free facilities, my parents' first vaccinations were not given at the same time, and my father was a few days late. By yesterday, three weeks after my father's first injection of Kexing, and my mother almost four weeks later, I could finally get a pair together and get the second injection together.

At the time of the first injection, there were three vaccination sites notified by the community. Now, there is only one left. I don’t know if it was because too few people were shot, so it was withdrawn, or the vaccination rate task assigned by the superior has been completed. Fortunately, the remaining one is the first injection point for my father, which is on the first floor. Sometimes I can't help but think, maybe my last call to the mayor's hotline also played a role in making their minds flash back when they were making decisions, so they didn't stay on the second floor. Of course, it may also be me YY, everything is just a coincidence.

There are really not many people at the vaccination site, and there are only about twenty or thirty people in line. This pre-check blood pressure, my father is finally not as scary as last time, but my mother's high pressure is 160+. The doctor discussed it and felt that since it was the second injection, the problem should not be big, and agreed to the vaccination.

When queuing up for registration in the next room, the system showed that the old man in front of him had finished playing in his hometown in November last year, but the old man was confused and said that he had never gone back. The staff in charge of registration asked him to contact their local area. Only by deleting the record can he re-enter it here, otherwise, he cannot be vaccinated. The old man finally agreed to leave without complaining.

I laughed in the back, it turned out that the vaccination rate was also artificially faked. On second thought, it is reasonable.

I remembered that our village chief also called me last year to investigate the vaccination status of my parents. I said that the elderly and sick do not dare to fight for the time being, but he said that a certificate from the hospital would be required. I said that people have been away for many years, and it has long been beyond your control. Can't you report to your superiors truthfully? He said no, the tasks assigned by each person according to the household registration must be traced back even if the person is absent. I said, how can you trace it back? I don't have a hospital certificate, I didn't hit me, and you can't reach me. The only people who can reach us are the communities here, and it's almost the same as handing over them. Later, I ignored it, and he found my brother again. My brother sent a photo of him in bed, which was considered a job.

At that stage, it was fine in the city, and there were almost all kinds of magical operations in the countryside. Many villages and towns have chartered cars to the cities to recruit people to go to their local areas to vaccinate, take care of meals, and pay them back. Otherwise, if the hard targets cannot be fulfilled, the superiors will blame them, and they will have to walk around if they can’t eat.

Perhaps it was a similar situation that became the last straw, killing Qian Wenxiong, an official of the Shanghai Health and Health Commission, who committed suicide in his office on April 12, 2022. His death, of course, became the focus of public discussion for a while. However, no one can know what happened before his death. His death will not be counted in the epidemic mortality rate, so it is insignificant.

In China, individual deaths are insignificant. Pain is not allowed to be told, and death must be accompanied by pain, so death cannot be told.

The second injection of Kexing did not bring any adverse reactions to my father. Of course, the pain has tormented him for more than ten years, and the small discomfort is nothing to be concerned about, and he may not feel it at all. But my mother's reaction was obvious. After she finished, she felt dizzy and nauseated, and she lay on the emergency bed in the observation center for a long time to relieve. Oxygen, blood pressure a few times, nothing else.

After returning home, I guarded them until after eight o'clock in the evening to see that my mother was almost fine before leaving. I told my dad that I was leaving, but he said it was still early. Did I say you don't want to let me go? He said no. It was probably the first time that he had commented on my stay. I struggled for a while whether to stay longer, and finally told him that I was hungry and I was going to find something to eat. He said then you go.

When they went back after dinner, they were already in bed, ready to go to bed. I changed my dad's diapers and went back to my place. Lightning flashed all night, and I slept very restlessly. I woke up in the middle of the night to watch the surveillance a few times, and once saw the light of the fish tank on. Next time, close it again.