‘It gave my trip to the City a real shot in the arm’
If you have attended a trade show in New York City — like my Taza-chocolate-founder nephew Alex or my former-freelance-partner Terril — then you’ve been to the Javits Center. It’s a super-huge convention center that was repurposed into a vast field hospital during the peak of the pandemic and is now one ginormous Pfizer booth. Well, er, vaccination center.
In honor of its new role, it’s been redubbed the “JAVax Center,” which I suppose is pretty clever, though Jacob Javits, who was kind of a male Bella Abzug, might roll around in his grave to hear it. They should have asked me; I would have offered up “Jabits Center.” After all, you go there and get what they call, rather cutely in the UK, a “jab.”
Well, I got my first jab this morning. It was super quick and super easy — in fact, it took me longer to book the appointment than it did to get the vaccine, including travel time. (I took an Uber, which is an indulgence for public-transportation-loving me, but I was — of course — nervous about being late.)
I am always nervous about being late. Why, once I bullied my family into leaving for JFK at 6:00AM. We were at our gate by 7:30 — for a 10:30AM flight. I thought The Dude and The Child were going to smother me with a dry-cleaning bag.
You may be wondering, since Dude Man is actually Dr. Dude Man, why I didn’t just get him to finagle me a vaccine appointment. Well. He actually offered to include me when he sent his “patient-facing staff” to get vaccinated at New York Hospital a month or so ago.
But I cleverly deduced that this was his way to trick me into working in his office again. He knows me well enough by now to realize that — to avoid bad kharma or divine wrath — if I represented myself as “patient-facing staff” then I’d jolly well better be “patient-facing staff.” (Read “Working for Dr. Dude” to see how I feel about that.)
So. Ten minutes to Jabits, another ten in line (or, as New Yorkers say, “on line”), two handing over paperwork and verifying my identity, then like 30 seconds getting “shot” by a sweet-faced Young Person. (I’m assuming, here, that the half of her face under her mask was just as sweet as the half I could see.)
The thing that took the longest was finding my home-going Uber. Lesson learned. Next time — I come back in three weeks for Jab #2 — I’ll just hop into an arriving jabee’s taxi instead of roaming up and down a long line of identical black cars looking for the right license plate. I swear it was so cold they probably just kept the Pfizer stuff stacked outside.
Oh, any reactions to my jab? Nope, other than being as tired as any eligibly-aged vaccine recipient ought to be. And I can’t even blame the shot for that. I think it’s more about going to bed past midnight and getting up at 5.
New York City. February 2021
9 thoughts on “My morning at Jabits Center”
Glad you got your jab! And kudos to your husband on his spectacular snow coat–love a man who’s not afraid of color!
Thank you! And I will pass along your colorful comment to Fashion Dude. He got that coat on sale on a ski trip, oh, 30 years ago. I guess Statement Hues never go out of style!
Welp, I don’t know what happened to my comment. So, I’ll try, try again. Did you have to wait 15 minutes after the shot? You know, so you didn’t faint or anything? Did you get the Pfizer or Moderna, do you know?
OH, Suuuuure. NOW my comment shows up. As Roseann Rosannadanna once said… “Never Mind!”
Hi Roseann (!) Just in case: Yup, and Pfizer
“Jabit”. You are so clever! Glad it went so well.
Thanks Vee! You know me — I love naming things!
You didn’t have to stick around for 15 minutes after the jab? Did you get the Pfizer or the Moderna?
Oh! Forgot to factor that 15 minutes into my calculations! Yup, and it was the Pfizer xo