Me: "You doing alright?"
Them: "I'm making it."
Me: "Guess that's all we can do right?"
Them: "Exactly."
*pause*
Them: "Hey, I'm glad to see you feeling better."
Huh?
2/ Them: "Look like you was in a bad way this weekend from what I saw on social media."
Me: "Haaaa! Can't even front. . . I was, man."
In a bad way. A perfect descriptor.
In fact, I'd just used that very phrase with my teenaged son just an hour before.
Yup.
3/ Son: *frantic* "Mom, I can't find my computer charger! Where's yours?!"
Me: *calm* "I took it to work."
Son: *frantic* "What I am supposed to do?"
Me: "Are you testing?"
Son: "No."
Me: "Use your phone. Otherwise you in a bad way until I get home."
Mmm hmm.
But I digress.
4/ The thing about being in a bad way is that it isn't usually life or death. Just . . .annoying.
Yeah. That.
So me feeling achy and yucky after getting my 2nd dose of the #COVIDVaccine absolutely fits that.
Me: "Yeah. My immune system was wildin' out."
*laughter*
5/ Them: "Yeah, that took me to the edge. I was like, 'If it got the energizer bunny Manning like that? Hell naw!'"
I reached for my order from the counter & raised a hand at the shop owner. She nodded & waved back.
Me: "I love this place."
Them: "Me, too."
6/ We backed up to let another person order.
Me: "So what did you mean by 'the edge?'"
Them: *raising brows* "Huh?"
Me: "You said something took you to the edge."
Them: *shaking head* "You on your ass from that second shot, that's what."
*laughter*
7/ Them: "But I'm low key glad you shared it. 'Cause I needed to see that."
Me: *listening*
Them: "Like. . . . I don't know, man. How can a shot make you that sick when it's not giving you COVID?"
Me: "That's real. Honestly, I can see how people would think that."
8/ And I said that because it was true. Like, if I was a layperson and not in medicine? I'd wonder that, too.
Me: "I don't want to insult you since you've probably heard a lot about this. Have you heard about the immune response?"
Them: "Yeah, from your video!"
*laughter*
9/ Me: "Good ol' social media."
Them: "Yeah, and I get feeling tired and stuff. But you shouldn't get no fever from just the antibodies getting made. A fever means infection."
10/ It was clear from their body language that they wanted to talk some more. I was glad.
Me: "I usually think of infection when I see a fever, too. But it's some other stuff that can do it, too."
Them: *shaking head* "Not like THAT."
Me: "Uh huh!"
Them: "Nuh Unh!"
11/ *laughter*
Me: "Yeah, the whole immune response can set a lot of stuff off. It's pretty common to feel a fever and feel run down with some vaccines. Especially this one."
Them: "And that's why I'm cool on it."
*silence*
Me: "You walking back?"
Them: *nods*
We walk.
12/ Me: "So when you said you were on the edge--did that mean like at first you were thinking about it?"
Them: "I kinda was. But I keep hearing people feel bad from that second shot."
*walking*
Them: "Like you? You was on 10 on Friday. Freestyling, all that! But then . . ."
13/ They stopped & looked at me.
Them: "Tell the truth. You felt real bad?"
Me: *thinking* "Hmm. Like, bad like what? Like laying on my stomach in a ICU intubated bad? Nah."
Them: *narrows eyes*
Me: *shrugs* "I'm sayin'."
*pause*
Me: "Was it fun? No. But I'd do it again."
14/ Them: "You healthy. You'd probably be one of the ones who do fine. Or just give it everybody."
They laughed. I did not.
Me: "Some healthy folks have died. And got disabled. It's a crap shoot."
Them: "I hear you."
Me: "I can't have my parents bury another child. Like. . . .watching my parents mourn my sister? That was the worst thing I've seen in my whole life."
Them: "Damn."
Yeah. Damn.
16/ I sighed and started walking again.
Them: "That's real."
Me: "Yeah. It is."
*walking*
Me: "I felt bad for most of Saturday. Tylenol helped."
Them: "That's good."
Me: "I went for a run Sunday."
Them: "I saw."
*laughter*
I stopped walking and trained my eyes on them.
17/ Me: "I hope you'll reconsider."
Them: *staring* "I might, Dr. Manning."
Me: "Okay. And listen--the fever isn't from infection. It's from your immune system going hard. That's it."
*pause*
Them: "I work on Saturdays and Sundays. I can't be down for no full day."
18/ I froze in place.
Shit.
Them: *chuckling* "Yeah. They need to come out with one for folks that ain't got back up at home."
I felt my face growing warm. Even though it was cold outside.
Shit.
Me: "Uggh. I . .I'm sorry."
They shrugged.
19/
Them: "Look--I don't want #COVID neither. But it's crazy that the devil you feel like you know don't scare you as much as the one you don't."
*silence*
Me: "Sometimes I feel like we get our devils mixed up."
We parted ways shortly after that.
And that was it.
20/ Fear of the seemingly unknown.
No backup for the known chance of being "in a bad way"
and concern about how a vaccine can wreak such havoc.
Them: "Scuse me--did I see you on TV talking about the #COVIDVaccine?"
Me: "Hey there. I think so, yes."
Them: "I liked what you said."
Me: "Wow. I appreciate that."
The wind whipped around as we stepped aside for someone to pass.
2/ Them: "There was one thing I was wishing y'all had talked about. But I guess you can't go over everything."
Me: "You mind me asking what?"
They pulled their coat in tighter. I did my best to look like I wasn't in a rush.
Even though I kind of was.
Them: "It's okay."
3/ Me: "Happy to give it a try if you think it might help you."
Them: *thinking* "I kind of feel like to a doctor it might seem stupid. But I know a whole bunch of people who wonder about this."
Their internal deliberation continued as the wind kept punishing us. I waited.
Her: “You probably think I’m stupid.”
Me: “That’s not true, sis. I’ve worked with you too long to think that.”
Her: “Okay. Well I bet you think me saying no to a #CovidVaccine when I work in a hospital is dumb.”
I shook my head.
2/ Me: “I think you’re amazing. And if you’re holding off on getting it, you probably have your reason.”
Her: *sighs*
Me: “Can I ask you what it is?”
Her: “What—my reason?”
Me: “Yeah. I mean, if you cool telling me.”
*silence*
Her: “Maaan. I just don’t know, Dr. Manning.”
3/ Me: “Okay.”
Her: “Okay?”
I touched her arm.
Me: “Yeah. Okay. I mean. . .We can talk about it if you want. Or not if you don’t.”
Her: “I. . I just. . .” *looks around* “Um, can we chat someplace private?”
Me: “Sure.”
We stepped into a patient room and closed the door.
Him: "Okay, just to be clear: Ma'am, I'm here only to take payment and remove the immobilizers from your tires. I can't handle any disputes or anything."
Me: "Uhh. . .okay."
He adjusted his mask.
2/ Me: "Excuse me, sir. May I ask a question?"
Him: *looking up from credit-card reader* "Yes, ma'am?"
Me: "Is 'immobilizer' a new fancy name y'all use for 'boot?'"
*laughter*
Him: *shaking head* "You funny."
Me: "Immobilizer? This is downtown ATL, shawty. That's a BOOT."
3/ He laughed again and took my credit card.
Me: "Dang, so you must really meet some characters."
Him: *shaking head* "Maaaan, listen. These folks be going off on me. And I be like, 'Look, I'm just here to take your boot off.'"
Me: "You mean immobilizer."
Her: “Girrrrl! Who is that random white man all over your face?”
*leans closer*
Her: “Waymint—is that my man #Fauci? Oh, okay, sis. You good.”
Him: “Oh yeeeeah, that’s our dude. Fauci definitely invited to the family BBQ.”
*laughter*
2/ Me: “Plus you know he’ll wear a mask.”
Him: “And he already got a #COVID shot.”
I mean . . how could I resist?
Me: “So what y’all thinking about getting a #COVIDVaccine?”
Her: *shrugs*
Him: “Shiiiiid. I already got BOTH a mine.”
Me: “Yeah?”
Him: “Heeeeell yeah. At my job.”
3/ Her: “You wasn’t scared?”
Him: *shaking head* “F that. I’m way more scared of suffocating to death.”
Her: *listening*
Me: “I got vaccinated, too.”
Her: *swinging head to me* “You did?”
Me: “Yup.”
Him: *gives me elbow bump* “That’s what’s up.”
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Me: *approaching car* "Oh my bad. I thought they called for me."
Him: "Hey Doc . . . almost done." *looks over at co-worker* "She a doctor. Ask her."
Me: *turning to her* "Ask me what?"
She snapped him with a towel and scowled.
2/ Her: "Forget him! I ain't buggin' you out here."
Him: "Doc, you want air freshener today?"
Me: "Sure." *turning to her* "Happy to answer a question if you have one. But I also understand if you didn't want him putting you on blast."
*laughter*
She was limping.
3/ Me: "Something with your foot?"
Him: "See? Tell her!"
*pause*
Her: *shaking head* "My foot be killing me. 'Specially in the morning when I first get up."
Me: "Yeah?"
Her: "Yeah! Like that first step out my bed?" *squeezing her eyes* "Baybaaaay! You talkin' bout some pain?"