I’m a 28-year-old, single father of one. Prior to the jab, I lived a very physical life. My work as a painter was physically demanding and I did motocross on the weekends. I had no health issues other than a little asthma, which has been managed my entire life without any problems.
I got the jab because I believed I was doing the right thing with having asthma. At the time, they were pushing statistics out in the mainstream that made me believe it was going to bulletproof me and help me in my fight against Covid.
I rolled up my sleeve on the 11th of November, 2021 and received the Pfizer jab (left arm). Immediately, I felt a butterfly in my heart, but I didn’t think anything of it. I went home, but I could feel something wasn’t quite right in my chest. The only way I can describe it is that it felt like my chest started to slowly tighten.
Two days later, I hopped out of the shower and suddenly collapsed on the floor. I was convulsing, unable to breathe properly, and struggling to control what was happening to me. I managed to call the ambulance, but they didn’t categorise me as urgent. My father had to come pick me up and take me into emergency.
On arrival, I told them straight up that I was having an adverse reaction to the jab. They took me in straightaway and took an X-ray, tested my bloods, and gave me an ECG. All the tests came back clear. They did, however, find that my white blood cell count was raised, which meant there was an infection somewhere. They kept me there overnight and put me on slow-release painkillers and antibiotics. They discharged me early the next morning and I could barely walk.
I went home and called my GP. I booked to see him the next day so I could organise all the medication that was prescribed to me by the hospital—colchicine, Targin, and a strong course of antibiotics.
From this point on, up until my next visit to the hospital, my symptoms worsened. I experienced severe chest pain which felt like someone had lit a fire in my heart and was rubbing sand paper all around it; it was absolute hell. I was losing feeling in my left hand. My breath was shallow. I had headaches, tinnitus, and pins and needles in my left arm (mainly in the ring finger of my left hand, which feels like hot glue inside me and which is still here to this day). I also became sensitive to noise and light. I could not sleep and would pass out only to wake, shaking with pain.
On the 3rd of December, I collapsed and convulsed again. This time I went to hospital in the ambulance. I told them this was from the jab and they said it was common. One of the paramedics said he even had issues himself. At the hospital, they ran all the same tests as before and I received the same results. I was told I had infected lymph nodes and the infection caused inflammation that was strangling my heart.
They kept me in over two nights. I was writing my will at this stage. I was adamant I was going home to die. They released me with the advice to rest, keep my heart rate down, and to keep on top of my medications. They also said that I’d be better off at home because I would catch Covid if I stayed there.
I called my doctor and he was furious the hospital had released me. I felt pretty defeated at this stage, not knowing what to do. I did everything possible; I listened to everyone’s advice but I just kept getting turned away because of Covid. No one could help me.
I ended up in hospital again at my GP’s request that they see me. They ran the same tests, gave me the same results, and turned me away a couple days later. I sought a private cardiologist. I was able to get in pretty quickly. He ran an echocardiogram and a Covid CT, but he couldn’t find anything wrong with my heart. He sent me straight back to my doctor. The cardiologist wrote the following to my doctor: “Some of his pain descriptions were bordering delusional.” I legit broke down handing this to my doctor. He just shook his head. He was trying to help and I guess he felt just as helpless. We cancelled my Category 3 public cardiologist’s appointment because of his remarks.
This brings me to the current day where I have no end in sight or answers to what is happening to me. I’m off the antibiotics and I have defeated the infection, but everything is still inflamed, and, as the day progresses, I get worse. I’m on anti- depressants to block the pain from the nerve damage, which is making me numb to the world even more than I already am. I don’t really want to take antidepressants, but it’s been advised. I’m not depressed; I just want to get back to work. I’m about five percent of my old self. I can’t even use my left hand because moving it attacks my heart. My arm is in a sling and has been ever since I had the jab. I can’t do anything. I’m disabled at 28 and I’ve lost absolutely everything even to the point of relying on food hampers from churches.
My only hope is my Covid jab-injury claim, but then I know that I’m signing my rights away. I don’t know what else I can do. My doctor tried to help, but he was also reluctant to sign off on my claim scheme even though he had written multiple times that this was an adverse reaction to the jab.
thank you for sharing your story. I can’t believe you were called “delusional” ( well in fact, reading many other stories on here, this seems to be a pattern unfortunately) hope you make a full recovery