(1) Above, the basic outfit, worn anywhere outside the house. Naturally, you wash the face shield with dish soap and hot water when you come home, and toss the FFP2 mask or at least spray it with that mix of citric acid, water and dish soap you can find on the net and hang it up to dry. After it's dry, you only use it to take out the garbage or get your mail. For actual outings--to the grocery store, the post office--and on public transport, you're wearing a brand new FFP2 mask.
(2) The basic test, but do it at home, not where you find yourself in a very non-socially-distanced line with fifty other people, some of whom made appointments--and do the administrators here give the proverbial damn? Notice the single line on my test. Negative! Now, let me dance wildly (or at least use my cross-trainer) to the tune of Sting's Synchronicity:
With one swab!
Just one poke!
You will know
Negativity!
A sharp wince
A Q-tip hints
Will it evince
Negativity!!
(3) The hardest part, but easier for Boomers: get your doctor to fill out a form. A letter's not enough. A filled-out form, like a uniform, commands a certain respect. Form in hand, proceed to the vaccination center, even if they won't give you an appointment. Trust me, they don't want to have to throw away that BioNtech they took out of the deep-freeze if people fail to show up for their appointments. And people do. The folks who follow Facebook instead of CDC recommendations . . . oh, don't get me started. Curmudgeonhood is upon me. On the bright side, I'm negative.
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