This morning we had our first Covid vaccine, and the whole process was quick and clean and efficient and painless.
Not that the free-ness was a factor, because the Indian government has capped ALL Covid vaccines, even if administered by private hospitals, at Rs 250 – a very low sum, which is fully affordable for much of this country’s population.
So we didn’t choose our local government hospital because it was free.
Rather, we had heard good things about this particular hospital from WhatsApp groups.
Plus I had also heard that the private hospital we were planning on visiting had long-ish queues mid week, and as we were going on a Saturday morning…
…so, since we had to drive past Charak Palika Hospital in south Delhi anyway, we stopped, enquired, and less than an hour later we were done & dusted, 30 minute recovery and observation time included.
The whole process was seamless.
I had already registered us on the government’s website – Cowin.gov.in – but never received the promised sms confirmation, so I was a little worried.
To be honest, I was expecting us to turn up at the hospital where we hoped we had registered, only to be told we weren’t on the list.
At Charak Palika, we told the policeman on duty that we had registered online, and we were told to sit on socially distanced chairs, where the turnover was so speedy it was a bit like being in a childhood party game. No sooner had you sat down, than the first person in the queue went in to be vaccinated, and we all stood up and moved down a seat. I’d say we made it to the reception desk in less than 5 minutes.
There our online registration was checked, ditto our Aadhar cards (Govt. ID cards) and we were given a paper token and sent to the next room to be vaccinated. This stage was probably the slowest (comparatively speaking) since the person on duty wrote our details down in a notebook.
There was just one person waiting ahead of me to be vaccinated, and that was my mother-in-law.
A lovely nurse explained in English what was going to happen, what vaccine I was getting (Astra-Zeneca) and in about 10 seconds flat it was done and I was on my way to the recovery room.
A sweet fellow with a notebook wrote down my name and the time I entered the room.
And that was that.
Well, apart from the craze I started of having a photo taken with the cut-out (below) 🙂 🙂
No-one was having their photo taken, so I asked my husband to take mine (Instagram, darlings!!).
Then I took his.
Then my mother-in-law wanted her photo taken, too.
And next thing just about every person in the recovery room was posing like crazy 🙂
After our recovery time was up, the sweet chap with the notebook came to tell us we could go, and off we toddled.
During our time in the recovery room, the water dispenser was refilled, and paper cups were set out.
The whole process was flawless, and there were so many people on duty helping out that it was a breeze.
If it doesn’t sound too gushing, everything was handled with great kindness and gentleness, too. The police on duty – and there were loads of them – were polite and friendly, and patiently answered questions that they probably get asked a zillion times a day.
Hats off to the administration of this hospital!
See you all in 28 days for our 2nd vaccine 🙂