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Shobhit went to an event last night with Sachin, something about houses, so he was gone about two and a half hours. I spent time digitizing "talk tape" cassettes recorded with my brother, Christopher, in the mid-nineties. I have two cassettes left to do for this particular project; what I need to do next is snip out the needed, brief sound bites out for use in the birthday tribute video they'll eventually be a part of. Right now, each cassette is separated only by "Side A" and "Side B." These were blank cassettes I recorded onto at the time, sold as 90-minute cassettes. I'm only discovering now that they tend to have more tape in them than advertised. Almost all of them run 50 minutes to each side.
Anyway. I had this vision of getting some reading done on my library book that I've already had to renew once and will need to renew again; I even have my next book, itself nearly due back and I cannot renew it because it has other holds. I'm going to wind up with that one wildly late before I can return it. But, I'm eager to read that one and should get through it more quickly—I just really want to finish this novel first.
Unfortunately I never did do any reading. I just wasted time in other ways the entire time, until Shobhit got home. And then he started complaining about my not catching up on
What We Do In the Shadows on Hulu. I didn't even know he was waiting for me to do so. I couldn't remember where we'd left off previously, months ago; I started on season 2 and there were maybe two episodes I had already seen, but I wasn't certain so I watched the first three episodes of that season. And damn, they were fucking hysterical. Shobhit can't remember where he left off either so he said after that third episode then we can just go forward watching them together again.
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At Shobhit's suggestion yesterday, I made a last-minute decision to take half the afternoon off of work today. He had yesterday off and went to Harborview to see about getting his second monkeypox vaccine dose, and was able to get it. The clinic isn't open until 8 a.m. though and it closes at 3:00.
This page notes that wait times can be as much as an hour in the mornings but as little as five minutes later in the day, so Shobhit suggested picking me up and driving me there after he gets off work at 2:00. So, okay fine.
He's also overly worried about my emotional reaction to the needle. Because he was with me when I got my first shot in Vancouver (on July 31; they recommend four weeks before a second dose, and 28 days for both of us would have been the day before yesterday), and I had hyperventilated, he thinks he needs to be with me to help calm me down. I understand that and it's sweet I suppose, but also I'm not sure he thinks about the fact that I get blood drawn for my STI screenings every three months. I also had three covid vaccines (the booster with him with me as well), and this is just always what happens: I start breathing heavily when a needle is coming at me. As long as I don't see it, though, I don't pass out or anything.
Shobhit did tell me yesterday that his shot was a smaller dose and less deep under the skin, which I already knew to be
a new strategy meant to stretch limited supply. What I don't know, though, is how that might apply to those of us who had larger, full doses for our first shot? I wonder if it protects as well as if we were to get the same dosage for the second shot. I assume that, either way, we’re better protected with a smaller second dose than with only the one, first shot. That news article did say research suggests this new approach is "about as effective," so I guess that's good enough for me.
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[posted 12.33pm]
