Oh, you're certainly correct about that. While all that madness was doubtless a contributing factor, I do want to stress that the sort of "fog" and subsequent lift out of it that both she and I experienced was something very different from a stress induced break or a sudden release from mental anguish. This was something chemical and biological totally. Like if your blood pressure suddenly dropped by 20 points, or someone undid a belt buckle wrapped tight around your skull. I don't know how else to describe it.
One thing she did repeatedly mention was the nerve endings in her fingers suddenly got feeling back in them again. She had been dealing with this mysterious numbness in her extremities, hands and feet, and it was progressing quite quickly as well.
I was unfortunately laid off at the time everything started, but after seeing what she and so many others had to deal with in the workplace, I counted that recent tragedy as a grace. More power to you for staying firm.
I went through a significant period of doubt; late nights, chewed up cuticles and all the rest. Several members of my family were pressing me to get my father inoculated.
One night I watched some clips of one of the early conferences that Senator Ron Johnson put together. I listened to a man in the most awful grief talk about his young son who had gotten the jab and died just a week later. Rattled me to the bone and I was certain of my decision after that.
It took a while after to be proven right, but eventually the truth finds its way out.
And I think now about how its funny that they don't ask the question when I take him to the doctor's offices any more. One instance in my life where my incredible stubbornness was a boon. I am certain he would not have survived the jab - my own experience with just the virus was enough to know. I was sick like I'd never been in my life, major symptoms continued to linger for many months afterward, until I finally found the right cure.
I remember thinking some of it was just never going to end and this was my new normal. If it hit my system like that, no way Dad was going to get past the jab.
Sorry for what you've had to deal with. I know whenever I walk into a store and see the badly arranged plexiglass around the counter, the whole ordeal is never far from my thoughts. I'm hopeful that the many scars they dealt to us and most of everyone on Planet Earth won't be easily forgotten, because they WILL try again, the only question is WHEN.
Lastly I will say that if I told most people to meet me in a parking lot so that I can give you a needle full of medicine and you can stay in your car, just put your arm out the window and then you can drive right off... somehow I don't think they'd go for it. And yet, when daddy doctor or daddy government says to, they mindlessly agree.
I think people couldn't quantify the stress or contort their worldview and thinking enough to really believe that their betters would experiment on them, or potentially cause any harm up to and including death, so they went along with things that were ridiculous or plain crazy on their face.
I'm almost glad I caught it early; there was no vaccine to take at the time, barely even a test available. I was shocked and dismayed at 2 different doctors who refused to give me anything for my symptoms, despite not knowing if it was bronchitis, pneumonia or the "new illness". When do doctors not treat symptoms I said, it seemed insane to me then. If there had been a vaccine around, I might have gotten stupid and desperate enough to take it. I had a really bad case of that junk.
It was always a bioweapon. We haven't even begun to understand all the damages they wrought on the world, and that's before we even take the stresses and changes to our way of life into account. Incredible.
It’s encouraging to see you’re recovering and understanding well now. And will be prepared for the next one.
Adding to it all, my dad had severe dementia/Alzheimer’s for a few years. In early ‘20 mom was having a difficult time caring for him and decided to find an assisted living facility to put him in. I helped look at places and he was placed a short time later. Then on my birthday mom calls saying dad is having issues and they’re taking him to the hospital. We’re a 24 hr drive from them. I packed and was out the door in an hour.
Got to the hospital. My brother, sister in law (useless now ex SIL) and mom were there. Only one person allowed in the room to visit at a time. Al the beginning BS protocol crap. Dad was unresponsive, on O2, they weren’t really doing anything to hep him recover.
I stayed with him overnight that night. In the morning his breathing became irregular. I called my brother and told him and mom to get the gel upstairs. Regardless of the one visitor ‘rules’. Dad passed about 30 min after they arrived.
Then the ridiculousness of no large gatherings, etc etc. planning the wake and funeral this was in NYS. Fuck cuomo. Affirmations he goes to prison for his accessory to murders.
That night they were administering a few things to dad. He was hospitalized because he had Hypernatremia. A severe high level of sodium in the blood. He and mom never hydrated properly. And once in assisted living it was obviously even worse.
I’m sure the hospital was voting him other things, remdesiver, Midazolam, etc. Midazolam side effects include slowing the respiratory response.
I haven’t asked mom for dads hospital records to confirm any of this. Mom is weak and is still starting to understand ‘authorities’ aren’t always acting in the best interest of the citizens of the USA. She never questioned any medical advice previously. I’ve been in fire/EMS for 10 years but ‘I’m not a doctor’ so she discounts much of what I tell her. I’m the ‘sensitive’ brother conspiracy theorist (therapist actually). She’d blow up if I told her why I want to read them.
Dad wasn’t well cared for in his last few months. Though I sometimes think it’s better than having to have gone through the bulk of the fauxdemic, and had sick patients placed in assisted living with him, etc.
We’ve all learned a lot these last few years. We must use this information to grow our wisdom and fight to not allow them to perpetrate anything like this ever again. And allow ourselves to heal so we can move forward and teach others.
Oh, you're certainly correct about that. While all that madness was doubtless a contributing factor, I do want to stress that the sort of "fog" and subsequent lift out of it that both she and I experienced was something very different from a stress induced break or a sudden release from mental anguish. This was something chemical and biological totally. Like if your blood pressure suddenly dropped by 20 points, or someone undid a belt buckle wrapped tight around your skull. I don't know how else to describe it.
One thing she did repeatedly mention was the nerve endings in her fingers suddenly got feeling back in them again. She had been dealing with this mysterious numbness in her extremities, hands and feet, and it was progressing quite quickly as well.
I was unfortunately laid off at the time everything started, but after seeing what she and so many others had to deal with in the workplace, I counted that recent tragedy as a grace. More power to you for staying firm.
I went through a significant period of doubt; late nights, chewed up cuticles and all the rest. Several members of my family were pressing me to get my father inoculated.
One night I watched some clips of one of the early conferences that Senator Ron Johnson put together. I listened to a man in the most awful grief talk about his young son who had gotten the jab and died just a week later. Rattled me to the bone and I was certain of my decision after that. It took a while after to be proven right, but eventually the truth finds its way out.
And I think now about how its funny that they don't ask the question when I take him to the doctor's offices any more. One instance in my life where my incredible stubbornness was a boon. I am certain he would not have survived the jab - my own experience with just the virus was enough to know. I was sick like I'd never been in my life, major symptoms continued to linger for many months afterward, until I finally found the right cure.
I remember thinking some of it was just never going to end and this was my new normal. If it hit my system like that, no way Dad was going to get past the jab.
Sorry for what you've had to deal with. I know whenever I walk into a store and see the badly arranged plexiglass around the counter, the whole ordeal is never far from my thoughts. I'm hopeful that the many scars they dealt to us and most of everyone on Planet Earth won't be easily forgotten, because they WILL try again, the only question is WHEN.
Lastly I will say that if I told most people to meet me in a parking lot so that I can give you a needle full of medicine and you can stay in your car, just put your arm out the window and then you can drive right off... somehow I don't think they'd go for it. And yet, when daddy doctor or daddy government says to, they mindlessly agree.
I think people couldn't quantify the stress or contort their worldview and thinking enough to really believe that their betters would experiment on them, or potentially cause any harm up to and including death, so they went along with things that were ridiculous or plain crazy on their face.
I'm almost glad I caught it early; there was no vaccine to take at the time, barely even a test available. I was shocked and dismayed at 2 different doctors who refused to give me anything for my symptoms, despite not knowing if it was bronchitis, pneumonia or the "new illness". When do doctors not treat symptoms I said, it seemed insane to me then. If there had been a vaccine around, I might have gotten stupid and desperate enough to take it. I had a really bad case of that junk.
It was always a bioweapon. We haven't even begun to understand all the damages they wrought on the world, and that's before we even take the stresses and changes to our way of life into account. Incredible.
Godspeed.
It’s encouraging to see you’re recovering and understanding well now. And will be prepared for the next one.
Adding to it all, my dad had severe dementia/Alzheimer’s for a few years. In early ‘20 mom was having a difficult time caring for him and decided to find an assisted living facility to put him in. I helped look at places and he was placed a short time later. Then on my birthday mom calls saying dad is having issues and they’re taking him to the hospital. We’re a 24 hr drive from them. I packed and was out the door in an hour.
Got to the hospital. My brother, sister in law (useless now ex SIL) and mom were there. Only one person allowed in the room to visit at a time. Al the beginning BS protocol crap. Dad was unresponsive, on O2, they weren’t really doing anything to hep him recover.
I stayed with him overnight that night. In the morning his breathing became irregular. I called my brother and told him and mom to get the gel upstairs. Regardless of the one visitor ‘rules’. Dad passed about 30 min after they arrived.
Then the ridiculousness of no large gatherings, etc etc. planning the wake and funeral this was in NYS. Fuck cuomo. Affirmations he goes to prison for his accessory to murders.
That night they were administering a few things to dad. He was hospitalized because he had Hypernatremia. A severe high level of sodium in the blood. He and mom never hydrated properly. And once in assisted living it was obviously even worse.
I’m sure the hospital was voting him other things, remdesiver, Midazolam, etc. Midazolam side effects include slowing the respiratory response.
I haven’t asked mom for dads hospital records to confirm any of this. Mom is weak and is still starting to understand ‘authorities’ aren’t always acting in the best interest of the citizens of the USA. She never questioned any medical advice previously. I’ve been in fire/EMS for 10 years but ‘I’m not a doctor’ so she discounts much of what I tell her. I’m the ‘sensitive’ brother conspiracy theorist (therapist actually). She’d blow up if I told her why I want to read them.
Dad wasn’t well cared for in his last few months. Though I sometimes think it’s better than having to have gone through the bulk of the fauxdemic, and had sick patients placed in assisted living with him, etc.
We’ve all learned a lot these last few years. We must use this information to grow our wisdom and fight to not allow them to perpetrate anything like this ever again. And allow ourselves to heal so we can move forward and teach others.