Hanging's Too Good by Holly Chism
In 2015, right at the beginning of the year, I was having a meal. I got half choked when I had a sudden sneeze attack, and inhaled a bit of rice.
The rice…didn't come out while I was trying to hack up a lung. And I developed pneumonia from it. I was laid out with the pneumonia for about six weeks, even after I'd had the antibiotics to clear it out. Yeah it took that much out of me.
Toward the end of February of the same year, the kids brought home a nasty stomach flu. I guess I was still weakened from my bout with pneumonia, because it hit me a lot harder than it did everyone else. Imp was down for a day, Pixie was down for three days; Other Half was down for about three or four days, but no more than that. I was able to get them through their cases before it hit me.
My digestion…stopped. I didn't just get hit with the symptoms of evacuation from all directions, my stomach stopped emptying southward. My guts quit moving things through. There wasn't even any gas noises. For five days. And I ran a vicious fever for all five days. Slept a lot, too.
It passed, as all viruses do. And I went for the usual "been sick" foods: saltines, to start.
And I thought the symptoms were returning. Because that bloody hurt. Same with the plain tortilla I tried the next day. And the toast. And the soup.
Broth was fine; clear liquids were fine; meat was fine, dairy was fine…but that virus had left me with a lasting allergy to wheat. Not gluten—wheat.
It also left me with a nasty case of myalgic encephalomyelitis. Also known as Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, or post-viral malaise.
It's been nine years, and I still haven't recovered from it. I don't have the energy levels or stamina levels I used to have. And I can't rebuild them. I've tried. I seem to be allergic to my own body's fatigue toxins, and if I do a little bit too much, I pop a fever (a good one, too—103 or better) and get laid out flat for days.
Some days are almost normal. I can do housework, writing, child-tending, and cooking. If I pop a fever, it's at the end of the day. But usually, on good days, I don't pop a fever.
Other days, it's a challenge to get the kids to school and back. Standing up and moving triggers me into popping a fever, and I can't focus on anything enough to even read. And supper is leftovers…or my other half brings home rotisserie chicken and sides from Sam's Club.
There's always some level of joint pain in my major joints: both ankles, both knees, both hips, both hands (and now, my right elbow, for whatever reason). On good days, it's pi—low level, but never ending.
On bad days…it starts at a six and jumps every time I have to move. And I can't stay still because it builds if I do, and I have to shift positions, until I find another way to sit or lay to relieve it.
In the near-decade I've lived with this, I've learned techniques to minimize flares, hacks and workarounds to maximize what I can do, and mitigation for when flares hit in spite of my best efforts. Oh, and pain management. Rather, I've gotten…okay…at ignoring pain. Because neither NSAIDs nor Tylenol do anything for this, my liver can take only so much alcohol (which actually does work), and I'm allergic to opiates. And everything else makes me puke.
In the near decade I've lived with this, I've come to admit that it's not a handicap. Not really. It's a disability. When it hits—and it does, sometimes without warning—I'm rendered incapacitated. Completely. As in, I can stare at the ceiling, and not much more. Because it also brings pea-soup brain fog.
I don't have the mental or physical energy for rage, anymore. It's why I haven't been paying attention to politics for the past decade.
I can't afford the ME/CFS attack that rage will kick me into.
I'm there, anyway. Because I recently learned—and confirmed—that the COVID vaccine triggers encephalomyelitis in some people. It's a very small—vanishingly small—percentage of those vaccinated. And the vaccines, they have begun to admit, weren't safe in the first place, contrary to what they said first.
Hell, they're starting to admit that they're not even effective. Not really, and not for long.
The COVID vaccines weren't totally untested. There's actually a history of mRNA vaccines…and that history has proven that they're completely ineffective, and that the side-effects are worse than the virus they're trying to prevent.
Hm. Let's see. We've seen, as a side effect from these vaccines, a massive upsurge in myocarditis, blood clotting disorders (namely, blood clotting when it shouldn't), strokes, death; nerve disorders, paralysis (temporary and not), and now…now, they also admit that it's triggering encephalomyelitis and transverse myelitis (inflammation of brain tissue that strips the myelin from the nerves). An inflammation of nerve tissue that causes weakness, exertion intolerance, crushing fatigue, an inability to think clearly. It's not "myalgic"—i.e., accompanied by systemic pain—but that's about all I can say for it.
The smallpox vaccine had horrific side effects, too, and sometimes killed the people who were vaccinated. And yes, I've heard the comparison.
However. That comparison falls flat. Very flat. Smallpox—the virus itself—had a horrific death rate. Outbreaks have been compared to the bubonic plague. That would put it somewhere in the neighborhood of 10%-40%, depending on region and outbreak. The smallpox vaccine killed 1 person per million vaccinated.
COVID…the overall death rate from all causes during 2020-2022 didn't hit 10% of the world population. All causes. ALL CAUSES. Including car accidents, plane crashes, old age, cancer, and heart failure.
We don't know how many people COVID actually killed. The stats have been rat-fucked ten thousand ways from Sunday. But I can confidently say that…it probably was about the same as a bad flu year. And many of those deaths were caused by the medical care that purported to be trying to save them: lungs blown out by intubation and too high of pressure; medical neglect and isolation; dangerous experimental medications that caused death in many cases of respiratory failure and/or acute kidney failure.
We also don't know the rate of severe adverse reactions to the COVID vaccines. None of the official studies will actually admit to anything other than easily obfuscated raw data. Anecdotal evidence, however, puts it far higher than the smallpox vaccine's death rates. Especially in the younger populations. Too many "died of suddenly" cases pop up and then vanish. It's a hell of a lot higher than one death per million vaccinated, though. And it's a hell of a lot higher on the "permanently crippled" front.
Cancer rates have exploded recently, too. I'm not sure if that's attributable to vaccination, or lack of medical care catching pre-cancerous states, or stress breaking people's immune systems to the point that cancers aren't caught and eliminated before they're a problem.
The statistics aren't just being deliberately obscured. Doctors and researchers are not being allowed to look into the negative side effects of these vaccines…and we are still being told they're safe and effective.
Not just by idiot politicians that wear loafers because they're too stupid to be able to tie their shoes without tying them together. By "experts." By the FDA. By the CDC. By the WHO. By the Surgeon General. By the AMA.
These people are lying to us. Blatantly, egregiously, and deliberately. They're causing death, permanent disability, permanent disfigurement.
I suspect that, when it all comes out in the wash, these people will be rounded up and vaccinated with their own medicine. Repeatedly.
Because hanging's far too good for these bastards.
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