Because Ezi lacks antibodies and the Evusheld was advised for him again, he made an appointment for the nearest clinic.  It turned out to be Holon, which, it turns out, is very busy and very efficient.  Moreover, he got a double dose, which means it might work this time.  Last time we had so much faith in it, we went straight to Manhattan, where he contracted Covid almost immediately.  

It was a murderous vacation – sitting in a hotel room in New York for two weeks, trying to find a flight that would accept the fact that he was well because he had been given paxlovid.    

But I digress.  Immediately after the injection, with Ezi feeling now he could conquer the world, I began to feel vulnerable, and began to wear a mask.  Painfully aware that I was the only person in the shopping mall wearing a mask, I was also aware that I was attracting attention.   Even the clerk at the self-check-out counter came over to examine my purchases.  

But I also noticed that he too, like many of the others around me, was coughing.  And I remembered that one of my best friends was in the hospital with pneumonia, and even my young accomplice in Arabic translation, Maizun, begged off our meeting claiming illness.

I came home feeling sick.

will I make it to the opening of “Oedipus Rex” tomorrow?  I fear Ezi’s Evusheld has not protected me enough.