Molly T

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My name is Molly, and I’m 27 years old. I was living on the South Coast of NSW with my parents and working in a casual teaching role when COVID was first announced in the media. I was the fittest I had been in my life, attending gym and running daily, with no health issues apart from familial low blood pressure, which was easily managed. It did not bother me, except from the odd occasion when I might feel slightly light headed if I stood too quickly.

When I was 19 years old I flew to New York and developed a clot in the left side of my pelvis. I attended hospital in New York and was given blood thinners. Upon returning to Australia I was diagnosed with May-Thurner Syndrome (MTS), also known as iliac vein compression syndrome. This is a rare disorder, and many people do not even know they have it. So,fiancé I got on with life, just making sure to take blood thinners in the days prior to, and post air travel.

My social life was geared toward healthy activities such as hiking and swimming rather than hanging in pubs. I was happy and healthy.

Then in June of 2021 I met my now fiancé. He lives in Sydney and we began dating just as the first lock down happened. I had to make a quick decision on where I would stay — either at home with my parents, or Sydney to be near my new love. I chose the latter and moved into an eastern suburbs apartment near my boyfriend. Within a week I had secured a great teaching job at a special needs school. But it wasn’t long ’til I heard the talk of teachers being mandated to take the COVID vaccine.

I didn’t want it. I knew I was young, fit and healthy, and I didn’t trust it. My mum, step-dad and four brothers all felt the same, and remain unvaccinated. My dad and step-mum took it much against their will, but needed it to travel overseas to visit an unwell relative. My mum in particular, pleaded with me not to take it and we spent long hours discussing my situation.

My boyfriend on the other hand believed it made sense for us to have it. He argued that we lived near a ‘hot spot’ and that it was the right thing to do. I didn’t want to throw my new job down the drain; I had studied six long years to achieve my dream job. I was completely torn.

I went against the advice of my family and went to get my first COVID vaccine the day after my 26th birthday, 30th of July, 2021. I was so anxious when it was administered in my left arm, that I got really hot and sweaty and my heart was racing. The next day I was fine. I exercised as usual, but soon after my workout I began feeling sick and lightheaded. I attributed it to my low blood pressure.

It was the following Monday, when I was in my classroom, that I was overcome with a feeling of extreme dizziness and I felt like I would pass out. Knowing my students would be unable to aid me if I did pass out, I managed to make it outside the classroom to a common area before laying on the ground. I was overwhelmed with a heightened sense of sound and bright colours. My heart was beating uncontrollably and I was very dizzy.

A couple of days later I notice the injection site on my arm had become raised and infected. It was red around the site and hot to touch. It looked like a nasty pimple so when I took a shower I popped it. But then a rash developed above the area and spread right up my arm. It too was hot to touch, but not necessarily sore. I thought, ‘Great, they must have used a contaminated needle!’

I continued to have what I refer to as attacks. I would become lightheaded, my heart would race, and my vision would become blurry, I had vertigo and I would get incredibly thirsty and hungry. The rash on my arm continued, and my armpit became extremely sore. So I went to the Prince of Wales Hospital Emergency Department approximately four days after having the vaccination. The staff were adamant the rash and infection was not from the vaccination. They performed blood tests, including D-dimer, all of which came back clear. I was relieved. I took some antibiotics and the rash soon cleared up.

Although the rash was better, I was still experiencing the attacks. During an attack I could not focus properly due to my strange blurred vision, and I would feel vague and not present. It was very frightening. I concluded that the extreme hunger that came with the attack was a sign I needed to fuel my body, so I would try to eat as much as possible.

I was due for my second vaccination around the end of August. My partner accompanied me this time as I was so convinced the first one had caused my health issues and so I needed to be supported through the ordeal. I reasoned with myself that I needed the vaccination to continue working and therefore, to avoid getting the second one made it completely pointless in having had the first. So, on 23rd of August we went along to a pop-up clinic in the eastern suburbs. I had my second Pfizer vaccination in my left arm, and once again had no immediate side effects.

My mindset was simple. Keep exercising, get lots of sleep and eat healthily and the attacks would be cured. By this time I had fully embraced my partner’s vegetarian lifestyle.

I kept going to work every day despite feeling very unwell, and every day I would have the attacks. Sometimes many times a day. The extreme thirst had progressed to the point my tongue would feel numb and parched. I was very lucky to have supportive staff working with me at the school, as they would often have to help me. When the attacks occurred I would have to drink, eat and rest before I could continue my day.

In social settings I felt ‘absent.’ It was as if I could not talk properly nor look people in the eye. It was a strange ‘neural’ feeling. And loud situations were unbearable for me. I became a different person, like I was dumbed down somehow by what was happening during the attacks. Even now my memory of some of this time is quite vague.

Towards the end of September I began feeling a bit better. The attacks were becoming irregular and I was getting on with my life. Then in October I was involved in an unfortunate accident at work. I received a blow to my head while interacting with one of the students. In the evening of that day I started slurring my words while ordering at a local cafe. Then I fell asleep in the car while we travelled to visit my in-laws. We realised I was very badly concussed. From that point on my post-vaccination symptoms returned, and they were ten times worse than before!

I could no longer exercise and continued to deteriorate right through ’til December. By then I was so overwhelmed by my attacks that I really thought I would die. I was fortunate my partner was so supportive. He would stay at home with me all the time, as I was so afraid of dying alone. My work colleagues were also supportive of my needs, and they too would make sure I was not going to die alone.

By the time school holidays commenced in December I had had enough. My mum sourced a naturopath on the south coast and booked me in to see him. He performed the blood prick test and confirmed my red blood cells were touching my lymphocyte cells and dying. I could see it happening on the slide. My Vitamin D levels were very low, and my inflammation markers were very high. He prescribed me a regimen of supplements to heal my gut and rid my body of spike protein, the main supplement being Nattokinase. After seven days I felt so much better, I even convinced my partner to take the supplements as well.

It was around this time I visited my new GP. She has been my partner’s doctor for many years. She referred me to a cardiologist as she was particularly concerned about my racing heart issue.

The cardiologist commented that he had seen many young women with similar heart issues post-vaccination. He diagnosed me with POTS and advised me to drink more water and get more exercise!

In January of 2022 I caught COVID. Once again I thought I might die. Not from the fever, sneezing and chills, but from the return of my old symptoms. This time was even worse than before. It was as though something inside my head was really off. When I tried to walk anywhere, it felt as though I was walking on a bouncy castle. I spent two weeks in bed. My mum had managed to source some ivermectin and asked me if I would stay with her so she could treat me. She gave me Vitamin C, D, zinc and ivermectin and eventually I was well enough to return to Sydney to begin work at the start of term.

2022 was a difficult year. I continued to see the naturopath and take the supplements and was able to force myself through a day at work. But I could not exercise, so resigned myself to my regime of eating healthily and getting plenty of sleep in the hope of improving over time.

In May we flew to New York to attend a wedding. We were spending some time sightseeing, and had just sat down for lunch one afternoon when my heart rate suddenly went through the roof and hit 160. My partner called an ambulance and I was quickly taken to the same hospital I had been admitted to seven years earlier, where at least they had my records on file. The diagnosis was tachycardia which is, allegedly, very common in young women according to the duty doctors. They prescribed drinking more water, as my condition was only minor and suggested I might try intravenous ibuprofen. I refused the ibuprofen and I have yet to pay their $9,000 bill.

Upon returning to Australia I resorted to self-diagnosis, this time reasoning my symptoms had been due to overdoing the naturopathic supplements, so I promptly stopped taking them.

On the long weekend in October I ate a piece of KitKat. My immediate reaction to it was to have one of my awful attacks. It horrified me that a sliver of cheap chocolate could cause such a response. It was a light bulb moment for me. I needed to radically change my diet.

I began reading a book called “Cured” by Dr. Jeff Rediger and using information from the book, kicked myself into gear! I cut out everything in my diet except for whole foods. I started improving immediately. I also started on a different regime of supplements including Vitamin D, B12, zinc and a magnesium powder by Metagenics called Calm X. The Calm X in particular seemed to help with my adrenal symptoms. It seemed to actually calm my fight/flight reflex.

One morning in the December school holidays I woke up and my legs were blue from the kneecaps to my toes. It appeared there was no blood flowing to them. I went straight to the emergency department at a nearby hospital. There they performed a D-dimer test and after four and a half hours concluded that there was nothing to report. The doctor suggested I wear socks all summer if I wanted to avoid it happening again. Now it happens to my hands and fingers occasionally, and also my feet, but has never gone up as far as my knees again.

In February of this year I went back to the emergency department, this time with pain in the back of my skull. It was unbearable pain. When I moved it spasmed and made my head jolt back and forward. Initially I declined all pain medication offered, but after four or so hours I could not stand it any longer as I was screaming in pain. The doctors thought a blood clot was about to dislodge in my brain. They ordered a lumbar puncture. It was absolutely horrific. It took five different attempts for the nurses to get the required fluid. During the procedure I thought I was going to throw up, most likely from the pain medication. But the nursing staff said I couldn’t move, so they put anti-nausea medication through my cannula really quickly. It was all really painful and traumatic. My results came back fine. I was admitted to the neurology ward for five days. The only diagnosis the doctors could come up with was that I had an infection in an air pocket in the base of my skull. They admitted to having never seen anything like it before. I was given oral antibiotics.

Since then I have tried even harder to step up my immunity. I read a book called “Nature’s Pharmacy” by Charlotte Haigh for inspiration. Now I make my own immunity ‘shots’ in a cold press juicer. They consist of fresh ginger, lemon and orange along with turmeric, apple cider vinegar, cayenne pepper and raw honey. I make up a batch on Sunday night and bottle it to take daily.

I feel so sorry for people who do not have either the family support or the money to heal themselves. The cost of the food and supplements is really expensive. I cannot imagine how anyone on limited funds can get better. My costs to date are at least $15,000. This includes loss of wages for time spent in hospital and out of pocket expenses, before I even factor in supplements and organic, whole foods.

I blame the Australian Government for mandating this vaccination. I would never have taken it voluntarily. In my view it was a complete brainwash job.

This has been the hardest two years of my entire life, but also the happiest as during this time I met my lovely fiancé. I hope to live a long, healthy life now, and I’ll never take antibiotics or pain killers again. I will also avoid sugar and alcohol and eat as healthily as possible. I like to look for the positive in every situation. So despite the vaccine, and the major issues I still have with my body, I trust that I am going to be healthier going forward.

I also think anger at the situation is wasted. My mum has been so angry on my behalf and sometimes talking to her would make me feel even sicker. So to feel better I avoid the negative thoughts about my injury.

If I can help one person with their recovery, then I am happy that my story has not been in vain.

Molly1.jpg

My name is Molly, and I’m 27 years old. I was living on the South Coast of NSW with my parents and working in a casual teaching role when COVID was first announced in the media. I was the fittest I had been in my life, attending gym and running daily, with no health issues apart from familial low blood pressure, which was easily managed. It did not bother me, except from the odd occasion when I might feel slightly light headed if I stood too quickly.

When I was 19 years old I flew to New York and developed a clot in the left side of my pelvis. I attended hospital in New York and was given blood thinners. Upon returning to Australia I was diagnosed with May-Thurner Syndrome (MTS), also known as iliac vein compression syndrome. This is a rare disorder, and many people do not even know they have it. So,fiancé I got on with life, just making sure to take blood thinners in the days prior to, and post air travel.

My social life was geared toward healthy activities such as hiking and swimming rather than hanging in pubs. I was happy and healthy.

Then in June of 2021 I met my now fiancé. He lives in Sydney and we began dating just as the first lock down happened. I had to make a quick decision on where I would stay — either at home with my parents, or Sydney to be near my new love. I chose the latter and moved into an eastern suburbs apartment near my boyfriend. Within a week I had secured a great teaching job at a special needs school. But it wasn’t long ’til I heard the talk of teachers being mandated to take the COVID vaccine.

I didn’t want it. I knew I was young, fit and healthy, and I didn’t trust it. My mum, step-dad and four brothers all felt the same, and remain unvaccinated. My dad and step-mum took it much against their will, but needed it to travel overseas to visit an unwell relative. My mum in particular, pleaded with me not to take it and we spent long hours discussing my situation.

My boyfriend on the other hand believed it made sense for us to have it. He argued that we lived near a ‘hot spot’ and that it was the right thing to do. I didn’t want to throw my new job down the drain; I had studied six long years to achieve my dream job. I was completely torn.

I went against the advice of my family and went to get my first COVID vaccine the day after my 26th birthday, 30th of July, 2021. I was so anxious when it was administered in my left arm, that I got really hot and sweaty and my heart was racing. The next day I was fine. I exercised as usual, but soon after my workout I began feeling sick and lightheaded. I attributed it to my low blood pressure.

It was the following Monday, when I was in my classroom, that I was overcome with a feeling of extreme dizziness and I felt like I would pass out. Knowing my students would be unable to aid me if I did pass out, I managed to make it outside the classroom to a common area before laying on the ground. I was overwhelmed with a heightened sense of sound and bright colours. My heart was beating uncontrollably and I was very dizzy.

A couple of days later I notice the injection site on my arm had become raised and infected. It was red around the site and hot to touch. It looked like a nasty pimple so when I took a shower I popped it. But then a rash developed above the area and spread right up my arm. It too was hot to touch, but not necessarily sore. I thought, ‘Great, they must have used a contaminated needle!’

I continued to have what I refer to as attacks. I would become lightheaded, my heart would race, and my vision would become blurry, I had vertigo and I would get incredibly thirsty and hungry. The rash on my arm continued, and my armpit became extremely sore. So I went to the Prince of Wales Hospital Emergency Department approximately four days after having the vaccination. The staff were adamant the rash and infection was not from the vaccination. They performed blood tests, including D-dimer, all of which came back clear. I was relieved. I took some antibiotics and the rash soon cleared up.

Although the rash was better, I was still experiencing the attacks. During an attack I could not focus properly due to my strange blurred vision, and I would feel vague and not present. It was very frightening. I concluded that the extreme hunger that came with the attack was a sign I needed to fuel my body, so I would try to eat as much as possible.

I was due for my second vaccination around the end of August. My partner accompanied me this time as I was so convinced the first one had caused my health issues and so I needed to be supported through the ordeal. I reasoned with myself that I needed the vaccination to continue working and therefore, to avoid getting the second one made it completely pointless in having had the first. So, on 23rd of August we went along to a pop-up clinic in the eastern suburbs. I had my second Pfizer vaccination in my left arm, and once again had no immediate side effects.

My mindset was simple. Keep exercising, get lots of sleep and eat healthily and the attacks would be cured. By this time I had fully embraced my partner’s vegetarian lifestyle.

I kept going to work every day despite feeling very unwell, and every day I would have the attacks. Sometimes many times a day. The extreme thirst had progressed to the point my tongue would feel numb and parched. I was very lucky to have supportive staff working with me at the school, as they would often have to help me. When the attacks occurred I would have to drink, eat and rest before I could continue my day.

In social settings I felt ‘absent.’ It was as if I could not talk properly nor look people in the eye. It was a strange ‘neural’ feeling. And loud situations were unbearable for me. I became a different person, like I was dumbed down somehow by what was happening during the attacks. Even now my memory of some of this time is quite vague.

Towards the end of September I began feeling a bit better. The attacks were becoming irregular and I was getting on with my life. Then in October I was involved in an unfortunate accident at work. I received a blow to my head while interacting with one of the students. In the evening of that day I started slurring my words while ordering at a local cafe. Then I fell asleep in the car while we travelled to visit my in-laws. We realised I was very badly concussed. From that point on my post-vaccination symptoms returned, and they were ten times worse than before!

I could no longer exercise and continued to deteriorate right through ’til December. By then I was so overwhelmed by my attacks that I really thought I would die. I was fortunate my partner was so supportive. He would stay at home with me all the time, as I was so afraid of dying alone. My work colleagues were also supportive of my needs, and they too would make sure I was not going to die alone.

By the time school holidays commenced in December I had had enough. My mum sourced a naturopath on the south coast and booked me in to see him. He performed the blood prick test and confirmed my red blood cells were touching my lymphocyte cells and dying. I could see it happening on the slide. My Vitamin D levels were very low, and my inflammation markers were very high. He prescribed me a regimen of supplements to heal my gut and rid my body of spike protein, the main supplement being Nattokinase. After seven days I felt so much better, I even convinced my partner to take the supplements as well.

It was around this time I visited my new GP. She has been my partner’s doctor for many years. She referred me to a cardiologist as she was particularly concerned about my racing heart issue.

The cardiologist commented that he had seen many young women with similar heart issues post-vaccination. He diagnosed me with POTS and advised me to drink more water and get more exercise!

In January of 2022 I caught COVID. Once again I thought I might die. Not from the fever, sneezing and chills, but from the return of my old symptoms. This time was even worse than before. It was as though something inside my head was really off. When I tried to walk anywhere, it felt as though I was walking on a bouncy castle. I spent two weeks in bed. My mum had managed to source some ivermectin and asked me if I would stay with her so she could treat me. She gave me Vitamin C, D, zinc and ivermectin and eventually I was well enough to return to Sydney to begin work at the start of term.

2022 was a difficult year. I continued to see the naturopath and take the supplements and was able to force myself through a day at work. But I could not exercise, so resigned myself to my regime of eating healthily and getting plenty of sleep in the hope of improving over time.

In May we flew to New York to attend a wedding. We were spending some time sightseeing, and had just sat down for lunch one afternoon when my heart rate suddenly went through the roof and hit 160. My partner called an ambulance and I was quickly taken to the same hospital I had been admitted to seven years earlier, where at least they had my records on file. The diagnosis was tachycardia which is, allegedly, very common in young women according to the duty doctors. They prescribed drinking more water, as my condition was only minor and suggested I might try intravenous ibuprofen. I refused the ibuprofen and I have yet to pay their $9,000 bill.

Upon returning to Australia I resorted to self-diagnosis, this time reasoning my symptoms had been due to overdoing the naturopathic supplements, so I promptly stopped taking them.

On the long weekend in October I ate a piece of KitKat. My immediate reaction to it was to have one of my awful attacks. It horrified me that a sliver of cheap chocolate could cause such a response. It was a light bulb moment for me. I needed to radically change my diet.

I began reading a book called “Cured” by Dr. Jeff Rediger and using information from the book, kicked myself into gear! I cut out everything in my diet except for whole foods. I started improving immediately. I also started on a different regime of supplements including Vitamin D, B12, zinc and a magnesium powder by Metagenics called Calm X. The Calm X in particular seemed to help with my adrenal symptoms. It seemed to actually calm my fight/flight reflex.

One morning in the December school holidays I woke up and my legs were blue from the kneecaps to my toes. It appeared there was no blood flowing to them. I went straight to the emergency department at a nearby hospital. There they performed a D-dimer test and after four and a half hours concluded that there was nothing to report. The doctor suggested I wear socks all summer if I wanted to avoid it happening again. Now it happens to my hands and fingers occasionally, and also my feet, but has never gone up as far as my knees again.

In February of this year I went back to the emergency department, this time with pain in the back of my skull. It was unbearable pain. When I moved it spasmed and made my head jolt back and forward. Initially I declined all pain medication offered, but after four or so hours I could not stand it any longer as I was screaming in pain. The doctors thought a blood clot was about to dislodge in my brain. They ordered a lumbar puncture. It was absolutely horrific. It took five different attempts for the nurses to get the required fluid. During the procedure I thought I was going to throw up, most likely from the pain medication. But the nursing staff said I couldn’t move, so they put anti-nausea medication through my cannula really quickly. It was all really painful and traumatic. My results came back fine. I was admitted to the neurology ward for five days. The only diagnosis the doctors could come up with was that I had an infection in an air pocket in the base of my skull. They admitted to having never seen anything like it before. I was given oral antibiotics.

Since then I have tried even harder to step up my immunity. I read a book called “Nature’s Pharmacy” by Charlotte Haigh for inspiration. Now I make my own immunity ‘shots’ in a cold press juicer. They consist of fresh ginger, lemon and orange along with turmeric, apple cider vinegar, cayenne pepper and raw honey. I make up a batch on Sunday night and bottle it to take daily.

I feel so sorry for people who do not have either the family support or the money to heal themselves. The cost of the food and supplements is really expensive. I cannot imagine how anyone on limited funds can get better. My costs to date are at least $15,000. This includes loss of wages for time spent in hospital and out of pocket expenses, before I even factor in supplements and organic, whole foods.

I blame the Australian Government for mandating this vaccination. I would never have taken it voluntarily. In my view it was a complete brainwash job.

This has been the hardest two years of my entire life, but also the happiest as during this time I met my lovely fiancé. I hope to live a long, healthy life now, and I’ll never take antibiotics or pain killers again. I will also avoid sugar and alcohol and eat as healthily as possible. I like to look for the positive in every situation. So despite the vaccine, and the major issues I still have with my body, I trust that I am going to be healthier going forward.

I also think anger at the situation is wasted. My mum has been so angry on my behalf and sometimes talking to her would make me feel even sicker. So to feel better I avoid the negative thoughts about my injury.

If I can help one person with their recovery, then I am happy that my story has not been in vain.

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