Max T

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Weirdly my health story begins a year prior to having the COVID-19 vaccinations. I was going through a divorce, under immense stress and became completely run down. I was being treated for an immune disorder which essentially causes a glitch in the immune system. I ended up with a potentially fatal infection in my leg called M.chelonae which is beyond rare. Although this mycobacterium is everywhere in the environment, 99.99% of the population are immune to it. I was put on antibiotics for four months, then told the infection had cleared up. I could still feel the infection eating away at me and wanted to stay on the antibiotics but was told, “No.” Within five weeks the infection returned, so the doctors panicked and put me back on the antibiotics. They sent me to the Frankston Infectious Disease Clinic where they put me in touch with an immunologist at Monash Medical Centre in Clayton. I was put on Hizentra® which is a blood plasma injection that was injected into the fatty tissue once a week. Supposedly it gives you immunity in the event your system is failing. Fast forward five months, the immune therapy was going okay, but I was still immune compromised. 

At the time I had been working at Zenith Furnishings for three and a half years. As they had a government contract, we were told we could continue working provided we had the COVID-19 vaccinations. As I was going through a messy divorce and needed to keep a roof over my daughter’s and my heads, I had no choice. So against my will, on 3 September 2021, I had my first Pfizer vaccination. Literally that afternoon, my breathing felt compromised, I had pain down my left side like a like a pinching feeling, and I felt tired and dizzy with overwhelming flu-like symptoms. This persisted for around four weeks. As my pre-existing condition was so rare, I had become a case of interest among high profile doctors and I was already undergoing a lot of testing at the time. I was weighed in mid-August, just before my first injection, and again in mid-October while attending another hospital appointment. In those five weeks I had lost 17 kilograms. Being a typical bloke, I just carried on and didn’t give the weight loss too much thought. 

I presented for my second Pfizer vaccination on 19 October, since it was a condition for my continued employment. The same symptoms returned, only this time they were 10 times worse. Within 24 hours my lungs filled with fluid and I could hardly breathe. I had numbness in my hands and feet, sharp pain in my chest and the whole top half of my body just felt dry and crunchy. I carried on working, willing the pain to pass.

On 3 November I went to the hospital and told them I’d had a bad reaction to the vaccine. By this stage my vision was going and I was hallucinating. They ran tests and assured me I was not vaccine injured, however my kidneys had completely shut down, functioning at a mere two percent. So if I hadn’t taken myself to hospital that day, or simply drunk a can of coke, I would not be here to tell my story. With near fatal renal failure, I was admitted to the hospital with a principal diagnosis of hypercalcaemia.

I was discharged from the hospital on 19 November 2011 with an official diagnosis of acute kidney infection, lymphadenitis and sarcoidosis. Hypercalcaemia means that you have elevated calcium levels in the blood. It can be caused by an inactive lifestyle and also sarcoidisis. One thing you should know about me, I live a healthy lifestyle. I haven’t drunk any alcohol since I was 34 years old and I quit smoking 11 years ago. I’ve got a young daughter so I was really consciously healthy, eating well, exercising regularly and learning to surf. Sarcoidosis appears as lumps in the lungs, kidneys and sometimes eventually the brain. It usually affects women, particularly those of African descent, and is much rarer in Caucasian European middle-aged men. Insane!

While I was in the hospital I was completely isolated for 10 days. No visitors were allowed. I was told I was still critical when I was discharged, however they needed the bed. So for the next five months I went to sleep never knowing if I would wake up. I live alone and all my family and good friends are in the UK. My six-year-old daughter was the only person I had contact with, my only company and the only thing that kept me going. Throughout this time all the doctors I saw told me my condition had nothing to do with the vaccine and that people ‘just get sick’. This was the only resounding narrative I heard for two years. I remember having one treating doctor who told me they were unable to say it was from the vaccine, but that I “knew what was going on”. He then transferred me two weeks later and refused to carry on treating me.

I was seeing an immunologist who refused to continue treating me unless I had the third vaccination, so I asked if there was a safe option for someone with compromised immunity. In May 2022 I was given a Moderna vaccine and was told this was what they were giving to people with HIV and AIDS. I believe this may have been a placebo as it literally felt like I hadn’t been given anything. Although with all the other medications I was on at the time, I was completely off my face.

I was still taking plasma injections, so I felt the need to flush my body of chemicals and get back to as close a natural state as possible. I instinctively knew that I wasn’t going to survive this if I didn’t. So I voluntarily came off the plasma injections but carried on with the massive amount of steroids (65ml of prednisolone,) as well as a drug called mycophenolate mofetil, which they give to transplant patients to prevent rejection.

Now that I am on fewer medications I am emerging from the brain fog. As my brain clicks back into gear, I am getting more and more angry. I am not myself anymore. I feel like a rotting shell, struggling to breathe and in pain all the time. I used to be active and loved a laugh — a stand-up, honest, run-of-the-mill guy, a quirky character who always looked on the bright side and always did my best. Now, some days I can hardly move. I am just really pissed off.

As I have become more lucid, I have looked back over my hospital discharge papers. They are full of inconsistencies and to be honest, total bullshit. The paperwork stated there were no surgeries or procedures performed.  However they did a biopsy on both my lungs and kidneys while I was under general anaesthetic. There was also no mention of my immune disorder as a pre-existing condition. So what triggered these four near-fatal conditions all at the same time? If they were honest and admitted I had an immune disorder, why was I forced to take an experimental drug? Either way you look at it, there is no way out. They are guilty!

All of this has crippled me. Walking less than a kilometre completely buckles me. I have accelerated osteoporosis so can’t do any heavy lifting. I broke my ribs just trying to get a bit more purchase while drilling a hole. It is insane how weak and fractured my body is. I was on so many drugs to keep me alive, I also got steroid-induced cataracts in both eyes at the same time and was rendered legally blind. I couldn’t even go anywhere as it was like looking through thick fog. So I had to undergo surgery on both eyes. Some days I am just so sick to death of it, I just want it all to be over. My daughter is a ray of light and my reason to keep fighting. My doctor has referred me to a counsellor as I’m so depressed and worn out from fighting for so long. I’m not suicidal but some days I just feel like I can’t push anymore. But I love my daughter.

My doctor actually said to me in January this year, that it looks as if I may have been right, and is going to carry on helping me as best he can. He and his wife helped me with the paperwork to obtain my superannuation insurance which will give me a financial break. I’m also participating in the class action lawsuit. For me it really isn’t about money or personal gain. In my experience, and if you look at history, I believe this is chemical warfare on a global scale. I personally feel that more lethal doses have been directed towards less affluent areas. So middle-aged, blue-collar blokes from low-income areas like me are just cannon fodder to them. Although it sounds conspiratorial, I think the population is awake after two world wars. But the majority won’t take up arms for a government that is bending them over, so by way of population control, they’ve essentially locked people in their homes and poisoned them.

I and many like me have been singled out to be murdered by the state. If I hadn’t gone to hospital on that particular day, I would have died. I’m still being gaslit. It’s taken my lovely doctor two years to come out with the words, “you could be right.” However he is still too frightened to sign on the dotted line. I feel Fauci and the likes of Daniel f***ing Andrews are genocidal maniacs and I hope they get their retribution. They may not have been given all the facts, but they went along with it for their own retirement funds. And here I am living in a shitty unit I can’t afford, driving a car that’s on its last legs, and in a position where I just can’t evolve.

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Weirdly my health story begins a year prior to having the COVID-19 vaccinations. I was going through a divorce, under immense stress and became completely run down. I was being treated for an immune disorder which essentially causes a glitch in the immune system. I ended up with a potentially fatal infection in my leg called M.chelonae which is beyond rare. Although this mycobacterium is everywhere in the environment, 99.99% of the population are immune to it. I was put on antibiotics for four months, then told the infection had cleared up. I could still feel the infection eating away at me and wanted to stay on the antibiotics but was told, “No.” Within five weeks the infection returned, so the doctors panicked and put me back on the antibiotics. They sent me to the Frankston Infectious Disease Clinic where they put me in touch with an immunologist at Monash Medical Centre in Clayton. I was put on Hizentra® which is a blood plasma injection that was injected into the fatty tissue once a week. Supposedly it gives you immunity in the event your system is failing. Fast forward five months, the immune therapy was going okay, but I was still immune compromised. 

At the time I had been working at Zenith Furnishings for three and a half years. As they had a government contract, we were told we could continue working provided we had the COVID-19 vaccinations. As I was going through a messy divorce and needed to keep a roof over my daughter’s and my heads, I had no choice. So against my will, on 3 September 2021, I had my first Pfizer vaccination. Literally that afternoon, my breathing felt compromised, I had pain down my left side like a like a pinching feeling, and I felt tired and dizzy with overwhelming flu-like symptoms. This persisted for around four weeks. As my pre-existing condition was so rare, I had become a case of interest among high profile doctors and I was already undergoing a lot of testing at the time. I was weighed in mid-August, just before my first injection, and again in mid-October while attending another hospital appointment. In those five weeks I had lost 17 kilograms. Being a typical bloke, I just carried on and didn’t give the weight loss too much thought. 

I presented for my second Pfizer vaccination on 19 October, since it was a condition for my continued employment. The same symptoms returned, only this time they were 10 times worse. Within 24 hours my lungs filled with fluid and I could hardly breathe. I had numbness in my hands and feet, sharp pain in my chest and the whole top half of my body just felt dry and crunchy. I carried on working, willing the pain to pass.

On 3 November I went to the hospital and told them I’d had a bad reaction to the vaccine. By this stage my vision was going and I was hallucinating. They ran tests and assured me I was not vaccine injured, however my kidneys had completely shut down, functioning at a mere two percent. So if I hadn’t taken myself to hospital that day, or simply drunk a can of coke, I would not be here to tell my story. With near fatal renal failure, I was admitted to the hospital with a principal diagnosis of hypercalcaemia.

I was discharged from the hospital on 19 November 2011 with an official diagnosis of acute kidney infection, lymphadenitis and sarcoidosis. Hypercalcaemia means that you have elevated calcium levels in the blood. It can be caused by an inactive lifestyle and also sarcoidisis. One thing you should know about me, I live a healthy lifestyle. I haven’t drunk any alcohol since I was 34 years old and I quit smoking 11 years ago. I’ve got a young daughter so I was really consciously healthy, eating well, exercising regularly and learning to surf. Sarcoidosis appears as lumps in the lungs, kidneys and sometimes eventually the brain. It usually affects women, particularly those of African descent, and is much rarer in Caucasian European middle-aged men. Insane!

While I was in the hospital I was completely isolated for 10 days. No visitors were allowed. I was told I was still critical when I was discharged, however they needed the bed. So for the next five months I went to sleep never knowing if I would wake up. I live alone and all my family and good friends are in the UK. My six-year-old daughter was the only person I had contact with, my only company and the only thing that kept me going. Throughout this time all the doctors I saw told me my condition had nothing to do with the vaccine and that people ‘just get sick’. This was the only resounding narrative I heard for two years. I remember having one treating doctor who told me they were unable to say it was from the vaccine, but that I “knew what was going on”. He then transferred me two weeks later and refused to carry on treating me.

I was seeing an immunologist who refused to continue treating me unless I had the third vaccination, so I asked if there was a safe option for someone with compromised immunity. In May 2022 I was given a Moderna vaccine and was told this was what they were giving to people with HIV and AIDS. I believe this may have been a placebo as it literally felt like I hadn’t been given anything. Although with all the other medications I was on at the time, I was completely off my face.

I was still taking plasma injections, so I felt the need to flush my body of chemicals and get back to as close a natural state as possible. I instinctively knew that I wasn’t going to survive this if I didn’t. So I voluntarily came off the plasma injections but carried on with the massive amount of steroids (65ml of prednisolone,) as well as a drug called mycophenolate mofetil, which they give to transplant patients to prevent rejection.

Now that I am on fewer medications I am emerging from the brain fog. As my brain clicks back into gear, I am getting more and more angry. I am not myself anymore. I feel like a rotting shell, struggling to breathe and in pain all the time. I used to be active and loved a laugh — a stand-up, honest, run-of-the-mill guy, a quirky character who always looked on the bright side and always did my best. Now, some days I can hardly move. I am just really pissed off.

As I have become more lucid, I have looked back over my hospital discharge papers. They are full of inconsistencies and to be honest, total bullshit. The paperwork stated there were no surgeries or procedures performed.  However they did a biopsy on both my lungs and kidneys while I was under general anaesthetic. There was also no mention of my immune disorder as a pre-existing condition. So what triggered these four near-fatal conditions all at the same time? If they were honest and admitted I had an immune disorder, why was I forced to take an experimental drug? Either way you look at it, there is no way out. They are guilty!

All of this has crippled me. Walking less than a kilometre completely buckles me. I have accelerated osteoporosis so can’t do any heavy lifting. I broke my ribs just trying to get a bit more purchase while drilling a hole. It is insane how weak and fractured my body is. I was on so many drugs to keep me alive, I also got steroid-induced cataracts in both eyes at the same time and was rendered legally blind. I couldn’t even go anywhere as it was like looking through thick fog. So I had to undergo surgery on both eyes. Some days I am just so sick to death of it, I just want it all to be over. My daughter is a ray of light and my reason to keep fighting. My doctor has referred me to a counsellor as I’m so depressed and worn out from fighting for so long. I’m not suicidal but some days I just feel like I can’t push anymore. But I love my daughter.

My doctor actually said to me in January this year, that it looks as if I may have been right, and is going to carry on helping me as best he can. He and his wife helped me with the paperwork to obtain my superannuation insurance which will give me a financial break. I’m also participating in the class action lawsuit. For me it really isn’t about money or personal gain. In my experience, and if you look at history, I believe this is chemical warfare on a global scale. I personally feel that more lethal doses have been directed towards less affluent areas. So middle-aged, blue-collar blokes from low-income areas like me are just cannon fodder to them. Although it sounds conspiratorial, I think the population is awake after two world wars. But the majority won’t take up arms for a government that is bending them over, so by way of population control, they’ve essentially locked people in their homes and poisoned them.

I and many like me have been singled out to be murdered by the state. If I hadn’t gone to hospital on that particular day, I would have died. I’m still being gaslit. It’s taken my lovely doctor two years to come out with the words, “you could be right.” However he is still too frightened to sign on the dotted line. I feel Fauci and the likes of Daniel f***ing Andrews are genocidal maniacs and I hope they get their retribution. They may not have been given all the facts, but they went along with it for their own retirement funds. And here I am living in a shitty unit I can’t afford, driving a car that’s on its last legs, and in a position where I just can’t evolve.

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  1. Makes me both sad and angry to read this and nothing I can say really to make it better except you are in my thoughts and prayers x

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