Vexing the Unvaccinated

Ok… I’m about to become wildly unpopular. I kinda don’t care. I’m grumpy and snotty and overdosing on Theraflu and Vitamin D gummies. Eff it. I have enough friends. I’ve been funny and passive aggressively hinting about my standpoint without offending for long enough. I’m half a jar into these gummies and have three kidney stones and twelve cavities to prove it. Let’s GO!

I didn’t judge you while you chose that orange dildo for president. I didn’t judge you when you were initially hesitant to inject unknown substances into your body…. I was, too. 

I, too worried what could happen to a hypochondriac slash celiac who has autoimmune issues and is allergic to life… But now that we know what we know…. To not? And to masklessy flaunt and flail yourselves all over the place and then hide? To change your profile pic to adorn an advertisement about NOT vaccinating as a point of pride? 

Bruh… The fucccckkk is wrong with you?

When Covid hit, I was scared. I was scared for my kids and my elderly patients. I felt a sense of relief when my family was sent home to home-school and they’d be out of danger by not being exposed. I pleaded with their young minds to hang on to hope while they spiraled into depression, devoid of socialization and lived stagnant, unkempt and fearful non-existences. They went through the beginnings of puberty alone and in darkness and with no other non-relations to hump. I told them good things were coming and this would be over soon. I locked the door behind me each day and braved the world to keep money coming in while the world shut down and my patients died- every-effing-day. I came home beat up, boiled and smiling to keep them hopeful. 

I sang in the last restaurant that stayed open for five hours in the heat for the four non -Covid- believing golfers, for weeks, for $50 until there was no where else to sing. What was that all for? You owe my kids a year and a new package of undefiled socks. You owe me the other $100 for every shitty moment on that fake turf; and add a shot of Tito’s for every single link in Stevie’s Chain and every fuc*ing act they replaced us with the moment money came flowing back in for seared tuna night. FTS.

I was sent to set up the Covid unit at Jackson during the heighth of fear and worked tirelessly to the point of hysteria and exhaustion, in hazmat suits, and in several layers of masks and fear: day in and out. And I boiled myself each night, praying I didn’t miss a hair that could unknowingly contaminate my family. I did that to help our community. To create more medical space for the outpouring of people who needed a place to go and heal and isolate- to prevent further contamination. My best friend held the hands of the dying and wiped their shit and puke and calmed them while they gasped for air until they died. What did you do besides bitch that you couldn’t go to all-you-can-eat rib night and karaoke? Sorry for the inconvenience. 

Fuc*ing Libtards, Amiright? ‘Merica! 

I felt honored to be among the first to get vaccinated. I was scared at first, but then I read… like, science stuff…. I begged and pleaded for my family to get vax’d next. I tried to fake the age, relation and occupation of some of my closest people to try and get them the shot sooner. When my loved ones were finally vaccinated, I felt a very small sense of relief. When my two eldest children were able to finally complete their courses, I felt relieved. I’ve been waiting to get the news that my youngest will be eligible because he’s overweight and I’m scared Covid would hit him the hardest. Not until “mid-winter” I am told…      Dude…?!

I felt like I earned the right to be a little cavalier about my mask-wearing. I sanitize my hands-often. I got vaccinated… I swapped elbow bumps from hugs around suspicious folk. I figured we were safe. Turns out, we aren’t. Crazy thing- the vaccine was supposed to get rid of this, but even though they made enough for everyone to get it, like… a lot of people didn’t and won’t… and so, it didn’t die. 

You do realize that just because you get Covid, it doesn’t grant you eternal immunity and then you don’t have to vaccinate, right? Are you understanding how this thing is breeding? Please read….ya know… like- real actual science stuff that wasn’t written by a box- blonde modelsque loud mouth who is politicizing this pandemic. Even your orange turd sandwich got the vaccine. 

Facts evolve as more information is discovered. THAT IS HOW SCIENCE WORKS. And it isn’t the metal chip conspiracy nonsense balls you’re gargling…

Because some people wouldn’t vaccinate, this shister mutated and got stronger. People were waiting for FDA approval or some People magazine clip-out coupon to endorse what science had already proven. Are your taurine tulip-powder weight loss “supplements” FDA approved? Is the arsenic in your bag of “baking coconut flakes” FDA approved? Since when is everyone so reliant on the FDA for approval on what’s consumable? I’m sure you’re all super label readers when it comes to your Sharkberry-flavored coolaid packets. FFS. Who is the FDA? Scientists? You trust those guys but not these guys? SHARKBERRY IS NOT A NATURALY OCURRING FLAVOR. 

New FDA policies are INCREASING THE EPIDEMIC OF HARMS. They’re getting pressure from pharmaceutical companies to promote the safety of products that allow dangerous chemicals and additives that would otherwise fail safety compliance standards- it’s all about revenue. They are not protecting you. They’re selling you pesticide laden corn and calling it a vegetable. “FDA-approved!” Wake up. 

By the way… It’s supposed to be by mid-late August… the FDA thing… will you get it, then? Honestly… The same people scarfing spam and cigarettes are questioning the integrity of the ingredients of a vaccine meant to help? Everything you inhale has warnings of death and cancer and you’re all “fuck it” and “YOLO” as you consume cancerous sulfate-nitrate-fumigates while spending more time trying to disprove the science and find “ah-ha” moments than researching the actual science that supports it. 

“See?! Faucci LIED about wearing masks!” 🤦🏻‍♀️ 

“Hey, those cigarettes and diet Coke’s are causing what’s killing you…” 

“yeah, I know….” 🤷🏻‍♀️ ??

The FDA says it ON THE BOX/CAN…..  🤷🏻‍♀️ ??

Who DO you trust? Do you fact check your sources? (Ps- Wiki and Snopes are not actual fact checkers, guys). They’re written by Un-researched douchenozzles such as yourself. 💅🏻

If you’re not going to help protect us from this thing, maybe you should keep your masks on and/or stay home? I’m kind of into there being some sort of privileges being taken away to dissimilate you for not assimilating to the science that can keep us safe. 

Like, sure… your body- your choice…. But…. Why does your choice get to impact me? You can dye your hair green and worship Colonel Cuntail Sanders for all I care… it doesn’t affect me. You can be pro-life or pro-abortion. Your body, your choice: it doesn’t affect me. I’ve been an advocate for the voiceless my whole life, but I also pick my battles. I hate the way dairy cows are treated, but I love cheese. So, I shut up about that. But when you’re spitting in my face to yell over the music at a club and you choose not to protect others based on YOUR choice and you get ME sick and put MY kid in danger, then you take MY choice away. You shouldn’t get to go to clubs and restaurants and beaches and party maskless in public. Sure, don’t vax, but then, YOU stay masked and stay home. 

NO SOUP FOR YOU.

You are the virus. 

I’m scared about my 11-year old who can’t get the vaccine and who wants to hang with his friends. I’m angry that my friend’s mom took a chance while going through chemo to get the shot and earn a chance to be outside again and get some sunshine and some hope and now she has Covid AND cancer. I’m scared for my old heart and lung transplant patients who were forced to vaccinate when they didn’t know what it could do to their vulnerable organs on loan; and because they’re immunocompromised to retain their heart/lung/kidney, they’re only partially protected by the vaccine. They’re all getting Covid. 

Guys… no, I shouldn’t have to stay home if I’m scared- YOU should. I did right by my community. I still do, every day. I want to sing and work and go out. I shouldn’t have to wear two masks, YOU should. I love you. You’re wrong.

This could have been eradicated by now. Maybe you don’t want the sore arm and one shitty night of feeling crappy, but you took the choice away from her, from them, and from me. You keep us scared and in danger’s way. 

If you’re going to throw statistics about the four people who didn’t respond well to the vaccine compared to the hundreds of thousands who did well or who were spared when they were exposed, do a little statistical data analysis before you argue that point… please. I won’t say much- but of the 233 patients in Jackson right now who are hospitalized for Covid, save a handful who were immunocompromised transplant patients- THEY ARE ALL UNNNNNN-VACCINATED. That means, the ones who were vaccinated and who got it anyway are home, managing the symptoms of a mild and shitty cold (they probably only got because of you) and will walk away, anyway… This means: they didn’t need ICU and respirators and hospitaliFUCKINGzation. 

That could mean that my best friend could have a beer in a bar and bitch about Jennifer, the slutty ER-RN who is fucking McDouchey to get better shifts- and not about how exhausted she is from refining the art form of wrapping up dead bodies quickly so when rigomortis sets in, they’ll still be presentable for their VIEWING.  

I have a cold. It’s exacerbated by allergies and exhaustion because I have two full time jobs, three kids, insurmountable debt, and no sleep. I get tested twice a week for Covid. I got nervous today during my test because this cold lingered a little longer than I’d prefer and I heard the stories of the hundreds of people I know in this scene who have this thing- most unvaccinated. Some who I figured were vaccinated. Some who I was in proximity to two weeks ago, like many of you. A vaccinated friend who is dealing with Covid now said “are you suuuuure your cold isn’t Covid?” I was sure… and then I wasn’t for a moment. Then I was. I’ve seen it too much. Its not. Baruch HaS-em.

I have a sinus infection. It’s been like two weeks- since my camp kid came home and basically blew his nose into mine. You probably won’t get it. I still didn’t hug anyone. I kept my distance. I didn’t cowardly hide what was happening. You could have stayed away from my shows and we could have had a worse turnout than we did this weekend….maybe. But it was my obligation to let you know that I was snotty and my throat hurt. I told people to keep back because I was sick. I washed my hands and kept my distance. I got tested. It’s NEGATIVE. I still took precautions even though it’s just a cold. I’m way past my antibiotics course and I felt confident that I was safely beyond the spready cooties part- and I still wore masks and gloves and stayed off the units today until every potential snot drool ceases. It’s been a few weeks. I’ve taken four more tests- NEGATIVE. 

I’m not better than anyone else, I fucked up and got lazy and let my drunk ass guard down a hundred times, but I’m fuc*ing trying, at least. I’m trying to stay informed, stay healthy, and take the recommendations from doctors and not from my fuc*ing psychic or crooked politicians or what dust I snorted up from reading the Enquirer. 

I’m hearing about the people out there who aren’t telling the truth about being infected. I get it. It’s become a stigma. Embarrassing. But don’t you think you should? Don’t you think if you were dancing or sitting or strolling or sipping a drink in a crowd of people that you may have hugged this or last weekend that maybe you should warn them that even if they don’t have symptoms… yet… that you may have accidentally passed it to them? Shouldn’t you tell them before they meet up with…. their grandma? Their hospice patient? Their mom who is fighting cancer? Their 11-year old son who is just shy of the cut off to protect himself? Their mother in law who was visiting right before a major surgery? Wouldn’t you want to know that your dance partner/bartender/cover-music idol was infected and maybe you should test or quarantine? Isnt the knowledge to grant you the chance to CHOOSE to be cavalier or cautious and spare someone else this grief of illness worth more than your pride? 

DON’T OTHER PEOPLE GET TO CHOOSE?

I’m seeing a lot of really selfish people show their colors. As a mom, as a healthcare worker who takes care of Hospice patients, as a singer who loves being around lots of people (sometimes) and who has lots of vulnerable people in her life, I have to say… I’m not mad…. I’m just disappointed. I’m disappointed in how much gusto people throw around so confidently that they don’t trust “the facts” and will “live as they wish” until proven otherwise. Don’t wait for cancer and sickness to befall your family before championing for the cause… be a champion now. It’s so much more powerful for you to be an advocate for health and community wellness before it strikes you down, personally. Ever ask someone to contribute to your campaign and they don’t have the time… and then the moment they need something, they’re waving the white flag and “bringing awareness” to a cause they’ve essentially concocted through carelessness? 

I’ll “respect” your decision, but it sure feels disrespectful to the rest of us that you’re still choosing to be the conduit for this shit and you won’t help eradicate it. 😞 

That’s all I have to say about that.

Here, I got you something….

https://wsvn.com/news/local/broward/more-children-hospitalized-with-covid-19-delta-variant-than-previous-weeks/?FBWSVN&fbclid=IwAR2Fw_NBjpp52yOBVpoW3VpkbbhF53JVegOJcOgCOogUxajAdxq6Wsk8Nk4

And this….