Liz H

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My name is Liz, I’m 50 years old and I live with my 21-year-old son in suburban Perth. Most recently I worked as a Community Support Worker in aged care and multiple sclerosis support on a nearly full-time basis. Prior to COVID my life was full and busy and involved raising my son, spending time with my two young grandsons, and caring for a large dog and five cats! I was an active person who could keep up with the kids in the playground. My health was always good, and I took no medication apart from anti-depressants for anxiety and low-grade depression, and for a time, some pain relief after a fall from a horse.

When I first heard of COVID I was working as a medical receptionist and studying part time for my Certificate IV in Community Support. It had been a long-time goal of mine to work in the community support sector. As far as COVID went, I was fearful for my elderly parents but not for myself. I did not buy into the hype. In fact, I smelled a rat about four weeks into the pandemic. What the doctors at work were saying did not make sense. One even said that the virus only affected Asian people!

I continued to study for my Certificate IV but was unable to do any practical work or placements because of the COVID restrictions. Classes were held online instead.

By mid-2020, after completing the certificate, I began work for MSWA (Multiple Sclerosis WA). I continued to work throughout the lock-downs and mask mandates and took on further work for Careside Aged Care towards the end of the year.

The vaccines were then introduced. I knew immediately I did not intend to get one. My daughter and I discussed them over and again and we agreed they were untested and brought to market way too fast. My son-in-law was on the same page as us and together we were strong in our reasoning.

However, soon both my workplaces started to ramp up the pressure to get the first vaccination. I hoped and prayed that if I ignored them long enough it would all go away. Unfortunately it didn’t, and then my dad phoned me one day and joined in the chorus saying, ‘What happens to us if something happens to you?’ I hung up, burst into tears and said to my son, ‘What shall I do? Now your grandad has made me feel guilty.’

After a couple of weeks of further deliberation, I found a local surgery that was offering vaccinations and made an appointment. I was upset at having to do this, but I was now so fearful of losing my income, and my dad had made me feel very selfish, that I saw no other way. It was on 14th August, 2021 that I had my first Pfizer vaccination in my left arm. I had a sore arm but no other alarming symptoms, so I tried to put the experience out of my mind. I certainly did not tell my daughter I had done it.

Life went on until after the second vaccination on 4th September. That night I had a headache like I had never experienced before. I had ibuprofen and paracetamol but taking them did nothing to alleviate the pain. The next day I still felt dreadful. I looked at my heart rate on my smart watch and saw that my heart rate went up to 140 BPM just from standing up. I went to visit my parents, and my mum thought it was atrial fibrillation. She had experienced this on and off for some years. We experimented to see what happened when I stood and sat and it continued to fluctuate.

By evening I was dizzy, short of breath and my heart was still up over 140. I was home on my own, so I rang the healthcare hotline to speak to a nurse. She told me to go straight to Emergency. I drove myself to Joondalup Health Campus and my son met me there. In Emergency I was triaged. I told them my heart raced when I stood up. They put a heart/oxygen monitor on my finger for a few minutes but then left. After four hours I was taken into a cubicle where I spoke with two doctors. They barely reacted when I said I had my second vaccination the day before. I told them about the headache and the elevated heart rate upon standing. They hooked me up to an ECG. I could tell they were NOT listening to me regarding the elevation of my heart rate, nor the fact I had recently been vaccinated. Eventually a third doctor appeared, told me I had low potassium, gave me some potassium tablets and told me to go home and eat bananas as they are full of potassium.

The following day I made an appointment to see a doctor at my regular clinic, and she listened to me but made no comment. But she did get me to sit and stand, and when I walked across the room, the finger monitor she had attached indicated my heart really started racing as soon as I stood up. She said that it was not right and sent me for blood tests, CT scans, echocardiograms and a CT coronary angiogram. Most of the tests were inconclusive and I was prescribed metoprolol to stop my heart racing. However the angiogram detected a thymoma (thymus gland cancer) in my chest.

I was referred to a cardiothoracic surgeon whereupon I was ordered to have a PET scan before getting hospitalised to have the mass removed. The mass turned out to be a pericardial cyst and not a thymoma. It was removed by keyhole surgery and the prognosis was that I would recover within a few short weeks. It took me almost six months to get over the surgery. To this day I still get nerve pain in my rib area near the surgery site.

During this time I was also seeing a cardiologist. My doctor had suggested in his referral letter that I might be suffering from POTS, but upon reading the letter the cardiologist laughed and said ‘that will be the last thing we will look at!’ He changed my beta blocker and focused more on me having the mass removed. He didn’t want to do anything more ’til after the surgery.

So after the surgery, I went back to see him and he kept stalling, saying I needed to fully recover before I could be treated. At this time my symptoms were not under control, I was still experiencing an elevated heart rate, shortness of breath, chest pain, dizziness, odd excessive sweating, insomnia and severe headaches.

I would like to point out that just two weeks after my second vaccination I lost my job at MSWA as I was unable to provide them with a Fit for Work Certificate. I continued to work for the home care provider up until I had the surgery. During my long recovery period I got the ‘get your booster or else’ email, so I have not been offered any more work with them.

I decided to see a cardiologist who my mother had seen in the past. He did an ECG and echocardiogram and told me he would phone me with the results. He called me soon afterwards and said I was fine except for some fluid around the heart! I asked how this could possibly be ‘fine’ but he insisted it was nothing to worry about and I should see him again in about three months.

I persevered and made an appointment to see yet another doctor at my surgery, one I had not seen before. He actually listened to me. I told him my whole story and he was the first doctor who implied that I was injured by the vaccine. He said he would help me in any way he could. He upped my beta blocker, added amitriptyline to help with headaches and added Seroquel to help with the anxiety and pain.

An appointment with a third cardiologist was scheduled for me in February 2023 and he did the usual ECG, and then he asked me to do the sit/stand test. It was during this test that he too could see something was not right. His final diagnosis was that I had developed a dysautonomic syndrome related to the Pfizer vaccine. He wanted to change my medication. He prescribed low dose naltrexone and ivabradine, and explained I would be in for a rough trot. That was an understatement. I thought I was going to die after the second day, so I stopped taking them and went back to the previous medications that had been ‘sort of’ working for me.

He also recommended I go to a long COVID clinic as he thought that the protocols they used might help me. Due to my very limited funds, the distance of the clinic from my home, and the fact that I do not actually have long COVID, I decided to give this a miss.

I began following a support page on Facebook for other people injured by the vaccines and from information I found there, I have been trialling CBD oil and so far I can see it is helping — just a little bit, but I am hopeful.

My lifestyle is now dramatically different to before the vaccinations. I am no longer able to work. I do not go out at all in hot weather. I prefer cold conditions. I still see my grandchildren daily but I am unable to have sleepovers with them any longer. I don’t go to concerts as I cannot stand up for long. I get to household chores only if I can — lots of jobs have to wait. Taking a shower is a major event, as I get so dizzy and unbalanced and my heart races. Washing my hair is a nightmare. I finish up exhausted. I cannot look after my garden. I can still slowly walk the dog, but not in the heat. Financially it is very difficult, but fortunately my son offers to help with household expenses. I have used all my superannuation and live on Centrelink payments.

I had a great career, something I had wanted to do for a long time. I had the vaccines so I would NOT lose my job and now look at me.

I blame Mark McGowan and whoever was pulling his strings. What has happened to me and others injured by this mandated experiment is disgusting.

Liz-Hughes-photo-.jpg

My name is Liz, I’m 50 years old and I live with my 21-year-old son in suburban Perth. Most recently I worked as a Community Support Worker in aged care and multiple sclerosis support on a nearly full-time basis. Prior to COVID my life was full and busy and involved raising my son, spending time with my two young grandsons, and caring for a large dog and five cats! I was an active person who could keep up with the kids in the playground. My health was always good, and I took no medication apart from anti-depressants for anxiety and low-grade depression, and for a time, some pain relief after a fall from a horse.

When I first heard of COVID I was working as a medical receptionist and studying part time for my Certificate IV in Community Support. It had been a long-time goal of mine to work in the community support sector. As far as COVID went, I was fearful for my elderly parents but not for myself. I did not buy into the hype. In fact, I smelled a rat about four weeks into the pandemic. What the doctors at work were saying did not make sense. One even said that the virus only affected Asian people!

I continued to study for my Certificate IV but was unable to do any practical work or placements because of the COVID restrictions. Classes were held online instead.

By mid-2020, after completing the certificate, I began work for MSWA (Multiple Sclerosis WA). I continued to work throughout the lock-downs and mask mandates and took on further work for Careside Aged Care towards the end of the year.

The vaccines were then introduced. I knew immediately I did not intend to get one. My daughter and I discussed them over and again and we agreed they were untested and brought to market way too fast. My son-in-law was on the same page as us and together we were strong in our reasoning.

However, soon both my workplaces started to ramp up the pressure to get the first vaccination. I hoped and prayed that if I ignored them long enough it would all go away. Unfortunately it didn’t, and then my dad phoned me one day and joined in the chorus saying, ‘What happens to us if something happens to you?’ I hung up, burst into tears and said to my son, ‘What shall I do? Now your grandad has made me feel guilty.’

After a couple of weeks of further deliberation, I found a local surgery that was offering vaccinations and made an appointment. I was upset at having to do this, but I was now so fearful of losing my income, and my dad had made me feel very selfish, that I saw no other way. It was on 14th August, 2021 that I had my first Pfizer vaccination in my left arm. I had a sore arm but no other alarming symptoms, so I tried to put the experience out of my mind. I certainly did not tell my daughter I had done it.

Life went on until after the second vaccination on 4th September. That night I had a headache like I had never experienced before. I had ibuprofen and paracetamol but taking them did nothing to alleviate the pain. The next day I still felt dreadful. I looked at my heart rate on my smart watch and saw that my heart rate went up to 140 BPM just from standing up. I went to visit my parents, and my mum thought it was atrial fibrillation. She had experienced this on and off for some years. We experimented to see what happened when I stood and sat and it continued to fluctuate.

By evening I was dizzy, short of breath and my heart was still up over 140. I was home on my own, so I rang the healthcare hotline to speak to a nurse. She told me to go straight to Emergency. I drove myself to Joondalup Health Campus and my son met me there. In Emergency I was triaged. I told them my heart raced when I stood up. They put a heart/oxygen monitor on my finger for a few minutes but then left. After four hours I was taken into a cubicle where I spoke with two doctors. They barely reacted when I said I had my second vaccination the day before. I told them about the headache and the elevated heart rate upon standing. They hooked me up to an ECG. I could tell they were NOT listening to me regarding the elevation of my heart rate, nor the fact I had recently been vaccinated. Eventually a third doctor appeared, told me I had low potassium, gave me some potassium tablets and told me to go home and eat bananas as they are full of potassium.

The following day I made an appointment to see a doctor at my regular clinic, and she listened to me but made no comment. But she did get me to sit and stand, and when I walked across the room, the finger monitor she had attached indicated my heart really started racing as soon as I stood up. She said that it was not right and sent me for blood tests, CT scans, echocardiograms and a CT coronary angiogram. Most of the tests were inconclusive and I was prescribed metoprolol to stop my heart racing. However the angiogram detected a thymoma (thymus gland cancer) in my chest.

I was referred to a cardiothoracic surgeon whereupon I was ordered to have a PET scan before getting hospitalised to have the mass removed. The mass turned out to be a pericardial cyst and not a thymoma. It was removed by keyhole surgery and the prognosis was that I would recover within a few short weeks. It took me almost six months to get over the surgery. To this day I still get nerve pain in my rib area near the surgery site.

During this time I was also seeing a cardiologist. My doctor had suggested in his referral letter that I might be suffering from POTS, but upon reading the letter the cardiologist laughed and said ‘that will be the last thing we will look at!’ He changed my beta blocker and focused more on me having the mass removed. He didn’t want to do anything more ’til after the surgery.

So after the surgery, I went back to see him and he kept stalling, saying I needed to fully recover before I could be treated. At this time my symptoms were not under control, I was still experiencing an elevated heart rate, shortness of breath, chest pain, dizziness, odd excessive sweating, insomnia and severe headaches.

I would like to point out that just two weeks after my second vaccination I lost my job at MSWA as I was unable to provide them with a Fit for Work Certificate. I continued to work for the home care provider up until I had the surgery. During my long recovery period I got the ‘get your booster or else’ email, so I have not been offered any more work with them.

I decided to see a cardiologist who my mother had seen in the past. He did an ECG and echocardiogram and told me he would phone me with the results. He called me soon afterwards and said I was fine except for some fluid around the heart! I asked how this could possibly be ‘fine’ but he insisted it was nothing to worry about and I should see him again in about three months.

I persevered and made an appointment to see yet another doctor at my surgery, one I had not seen before. He actually listened to me. I told him my whole story and he was the first doctor who implied that I was injured by the vaccine. He said he would help me in any way he could. He upped my beta blocker, added amitriptyline to help with headaches and added Seroquel to help with the anxiety and pain.

An appointment with a third cardiologist was scheduled for me in February 2023 and he did the usual ECG, and then he asked me to do the sit/stand test. It was during this test that he too could see something was not right. His final diagnosis was that I had developed a dysautonomic syndrome related to the Pfizer vaccine. He wanted to change my medication. He prescribed low dose naltrexone and ivabradine, and explained I would be in for a rough trot. That was an understatement. I thought I was going to die after the second day, so I stopped taking them and went back to the previous medications that had been ‘sort of’ working for me.

He also recommended I go to a long COVID clinic as he thought that the protocols they used might help me. Due to my very limited funds, the distance of the clinic from my home, and the fact that I do not actually have long COVID, I decided to give this a miss.

I began following a support page on Facebook for other people injured by the vaccines and from information I found there, I have been trialling CBD oil and so far I can see it is helping — just a little bit, but I am hopeful.

My lifestyle is now dramatically different to before the vaccinations. I am no longer able to work. I do not go out at all in hot weather. I prefer cold conditions. I still see my grandchildren daily but I am unable to have sleepovers with them any longer. I don’t go to concerts as I cannot stand up for long. I get to household chores only if I can — lots of jobs have to wait. Taking a shower is a major event, as I get so dizzy and unbalanced and my heart races. Washing my hair is a nightmare. I finish up exhausted. I cannot look after my garden. I can still slowly walk the dog, but not in the heat. Financially it is very difficult, but fortunately my son offers to help with household expenses. I have used all my superannuation and live on Centrelink payments.

I had a great career, something I had wanted to do for a long time. I had the vaccines so I would NOT lose my job and now look at me.

I blame Mark McGowan and whoever was pulling his strings. What has happened to me and others injured by this mandated experiment is disgusting.

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