I understand that this pandemic has put people on edge, but I must say to my husband, "Seriously, Bill?"
Everything I've read had led me to believe that my husband did not fit the vaccine criteria for Pennsylvania. I've been vaccinated (once PA opened up to teachers). My older daughter, as a student teacher, also got hers. My younger daughter got hers through West Virginia University (and shoutout to West Virginia for excelling at vaccine rollout). Bill was not so lucky. So sad for him that he's healthy and not over 65.
Turns out, the fellas at work (who are also healthy and under 65) were getting jabbed left and right. Apparently, their wives were somehow finding them appointments. I Googled about and still didn't see a way for him to get his. He hit the Google himself and found that he does indeed qualify, because (having lost an inch due to age and gained ten pounds due to pandemic), his BMI qualifies him as obese. To which I said, "Sorry for thinking you weren't fat." I then was able to quickly find him an appointment at our monolithic grocery chain Giant Eagle.
Was I deluged with gratitude? Did I hear, "It just took me five minutes to see that I qualify. All the other wives got their husbands vaccines a long time ago"? The answers to only one of these questions is yes. And, wow, is that triggering! Flashed right back to when I was shopping for wedding gowns, and the proprietors would chide me with, "Well, all the other brides...." And to when I was a new mom in the hospital and didn't want my newborn sleeping in the room with me (because I rightly guessed it would be my last chance to sleep through the night), and heard from the nurses, "Well, all the other mothers...."
I read in the Washington Post that most husbands have had their vaccine appointments scheduled by their wives. I'm sure that no man has ever heard, "Well, all the other grooms..." And I know for an un-researched fact that no man was ever told by a medical professional, "Well, all the other fathers...."
To be fair, Bill did later make a point of thanking me. To be unfair, I stayed mad until the next morning.
