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David Vicknair's avatar

I’ll make this short. My mom finished her #2 Pfizer jab in late August. (Why she got jabbed is another story.) By mid October she had passed a clot and had emboli in both lungs. Doctors are flummoxed, 93 to be sure, but no comorbidities, no history of clotting or meds that might be the cause and fit as a fiddle from a low carb, high healthy fat diet. When she mentions the vaccine, the doctors get quiet, look away nervously and change the subject. The punchline is that she is now in independent living at a senior, continuous care community. She is new there and, according to her, when someone asks how she came to be there she tells them with a straight face that she had clots in her lungs from the vaccine. Here’s the kicker. Not a single resident has challenged her, they just shake their heads and share their own stories about family, friends… and several residents in the same community who are vaccine injured or have died. Vaccine injuries have become the “crazy uncle in the attic” that no one will talk about even though everyone can hear his rantings. Postlude. Mom is one of the lucky ones. She was healthy to begin with and the clots didn’t damage her heart or travel to the brain. Eliquis seems to be working well. God has been gracious and she is recovering. I have her on ivermectin as prophylaxis against the inevitable outbreak of Omicron in her 100% vaccinated and getting boosted community.

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MightyMouse's avatar

I fully understand losing faith in the medical profession. Ten years ago I got the worse case of the flu I’ve ever had even tho I was vaccinated for the flu. I was sick for over 2 months. My doctor put me on different meds for persistent fever, cough etc. I told him one day that one of the meds he gave me was making me feel funny. He told me that it wasn’t the meds. Well after I got off the phone I took my next dose and wound up in the ER. I thought I was dying. The ER doc said it was an adverse reaction to one of the drugs but he didn’t know which one and to stop them all. After about three days I started shaking uncontrollably and stopped sleeping. I would go 3 days without closing my eyes. My doc put me on sleeping pills, Ativan etc. I was losing weight and was in a constant stupor. After 2 months I was not better and getting worse. I felt like I was dying and nobody was helping me. My physician finally told me he was sending me to a psychiatrist. Because I was suffering from depression and anxiety. Duh! Go days without sleep. I told him good cause if I was going to be told I was crazy. I wanted to be told that I was crazy by a doc who knew what crazy was. Thank God the psychiatrist that saw me was a pharmacist before becoming a psychiatrist. She knew in 5 mins that one of the meds had messed up my nervous system. She explained the para sympathetic and the sympathetic, and enteric of the nervous system. Well it took me a year to get to a somewhat normal state. After that I no longer take a medication unless I’m going to die without it. And then I have to have a come to Jesus moment. I stopped the flu vaccine too.

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