I Won the Lottery - the Covid Vaccination Lottery, That Is!

Less than a month ago, I registered with the state for their Vaccine Lottery. Yesterday I had a text message, my name had been chosen for a new location in one of our southern suburbs. DH has not been chosen, and even though I spent quite a bit of time trying to get him an appointment also, it just didn't happen. But I'm heading to Eagan tomorrow, to the Minnesota Vikings Practice Center to get the Johnson & Johnson Covid immunization injection. Even though I'm needle phobic, I'll be there for my 12:30 pm appointment. 

The Covid vaccination center I'm going to is a new one - it's 
the practice center for the Minnesota Vikings. It should be 
fun just to be in the building, which was newly rebuilt 
just a year or two ago. 

I'm actually pretty happy about this. Being needle-phobic, having the one formula that only requires a single injection suits me just fine. The efficacy is lower, but the long-term benefits are longer and really, it's all a crap-shoot anyway until we finally reach herd immunity. After all, people still get the flu and we've been inoculating people against that disease for a very long time. We're trying to eliminate another pandemic, but we're not going to be able to eliminate Covid. 

I'm guessing, from the photos, this one might be run 
by the National Guard in Minnesota. Hopefully 
they're good with needle-phobic people. I'm pretty 
good at just gritting my teeth and getting things 
done that have to be done. 

Of course I texted DH to let him know I was getting the injection. I was expecting something on the order of "Great", or "good for you", or even, "I'm jealous". His response, however, was quite different. He said "There goes my weekend" followed by grumpy emojis. Really?!?!? Then, when he got home, I don't think he said more than eight words to me in the 2-1/2 hours between his arrival and my going to sleep. 

Every morning during my meditation, I'm casting a light of 
compassion over the entire world, I'm trying to make our 
angry world a bit kinder and brighter. But here I am, 
living with someone who lives in the darkness and 
I have no clue about how to get him out of it. 

So I was thinking about his attitude this morning and came to the conclusion that I married a man without compassion. He's a great guy, but has no ability to feel compassion or act with compassion. The various charitable donations made are all made by me. I'm the one who reaches out to my nieces and nephews and to other people. I'm the one who tries to think of the benefit of others and who tries to improve myself so that I'm the best person I can be for myself and the world in general. I'm not a super outgoing person, but I'm like Mother Theresa when I'm compared to DH. And I wonder how he learned this behavior, because that's taught. His mother was a sweet person, but very homebound, and his father was outgoing and friendly, involved in the church and community. I'm not seeing anything there that would cause this. 

To give compassion to others, one must first love 
themselves. Maybe his problems stem from that? 
I really don't know. I've been with him for almost 
half a century, but aspects of him are still the 
great unknown. 

But there it is, and it makes my heart sore. He'll get over it eventually, he always does, but it's very unpleasant living with him when he's acting like a spoiled five-year-old, and this lack of compassion bothers me a lot. Oh well, sorry to toss that out there, and I hope I haven't ruined your weekend. Have an excellent weekend and I'll be back on Monday (vaccinated). As always, please be kind, stay safe and wear your mask.