I’m 45 and a single dad to two teenagers. Before the jab, I was fit, healthy, and hard working. I loved boxing and martial arts and worked as a busy construction manager.
I never wanted the jab from the get-go. I’m not anti-vax, but I felt that something wasn’t right with the Covid data. I truly believed with the very low serious illness rate that I would be fine if I caught Covid and was willing to trust my immune system to take it on. But, as with all of us in Australia, that decision was taken out my hands with the forced segregation of those who did not take the poison.
I held out until early October, 2021 when I was offered an exciting interstate work opportunity. That, combined with the constant rejection from shops, doctors, and the daily difficulty associated with being unjabbed, I decided at the last minute to just get it. What a terrible mistake.
I received the first jab of Moderna on the 8th of October, 2021. I felt fine until the following day when I got sharp, stabbing pains in my chest. I also had shortness of breath and an erratic heart rate that lasted four hours. The symptoms then suddenly stopped completely. They returned the next day, but this time the sharp pains were so intense they jolted me out of my seat. I went to hospital as it felt like something bad was happening. Hospital staff treated me okay. They took bloods, did an ECG, and advised that there was no significant damage. I was sent home that evening with pain killers.
The following fortnight, things progressively escalated from the sharp chest pains to spikey headaches that would stop me in my tracks. Massive fatigue dumps followed, together with complete instability and mental vagueness all day every day. Around the two-week mark, I was hit with a new swelling-type headache, which literally bulged my temples out a few millimetres (this is still slightly evident). I also had severe chest pains that put me back in hospital. This time the hospital admitted me overnight and I had all sorts of brain, chest, spinal MRI, and CTS tests done. The results all came back normal with no diagnosis other than “possible pericarditis due to the jab.”
I was prescribed Endone, Panadol, and Ibuprofen three times per day and sent home with written instructions to get the Pfizer jab asap and not Moderna for my second jab. I was totally deflated as I was still getting massive spikes in my symptoms and zero help from doctors, yet they still pushed me to get another jab. These horrible symptoms kept on for the following few weeks—the main symptom was the consistent rotation between severe headaches, chest pain, and fatigue.
In early November, I finally got into a cardiac clinic. The doctor said I was too crook to do the stress tests and could only have a heart ultrasound. My blood pressure was bouncing around with three separate checks in one hour. I had blurry vision, was completely weak and unstable on my feet and collapsing in my seat the whole time. All the cardiac doctor could offer was gout medication and he said, “Sorry, I’m seeing countless unexplained cases identical to yours but can’t do anything about it as it is new vaccine technology and we don’t know what’s causing it.” Once again, I left deflated and really struggled to find direction.
I was referred to an immunology specialist for a heart CT. I left with no answers other than gout meds, three different pain killers, and a terrible debilitating condition with zero diagnosis. My symptoms continued with the addition of burning nerve pain, constant instability on my feet, micro pass-outs happening most days, an inability to think or function for more than five minutes on anything, blurred vision, and arthritis-like joint pain.
My symptoms continue to this day. I have scary days of complete cognitive decline and real problems walking, focusing, and functioning at any decent level. I have trialled all sorts of treatments and have seen endless doctors, had countless tests, scans, you name it. The doctors all tell me that I’m 100 percent and nothing is wrong. This is devastating to hear as everything is wrong.
I have had five hospital visits, countless GP visits, seen naturopaths, plus the immunology professor at St Vincent’s gave me an exemption for life from anymore jabs. He prescribed prednisone, a chronic fatigue clinic, and gave me a one-year, open-ended medical certificate. But I still I have no real direction on what to do or a diagnosis. The health care workers are trying all options to not acknowledge this jab as the cause of this condition.
Occasionally, I do have small windows of feeling quite good, especially on this new treatment, but I’ve had relapses and it’s still early days. I am basically house bound, unemployed on $360p/w Centrelink, not covered by any workers’ comp or any government compensation as these doctors will not diagnose me. And here I am, still fighting, still searching daily for the key to unlock this poison.
I still struggle with basic day-to-day functions. After eight months of tests, treatments, and assessments, I am no closer to a cure or any improvement whatsoever. This mRNA technology has basically injected a cancer-like reaction in the energy cells of my body. I have no idea why it affects some of us and not others. Western doctors and medical specialists are all at a loss and have no explanation. Despite the multitude of random anomalies in many of my tests, there has been no answers or treatment other than pain killers and attending a chronic fatigue clinic.
A naturopath has helped me a lot and it seems the jab removed my body’s capacity to derive enough energy from food to support my metabolism. All the initial severe heart and head pains, palpitations, limb & speech failure, tremors, tinnitus, etc., are all attributed to the energy levels in my body not being sustained.
My words will never do justice to how horrific this truly is. Sadly, a growing number of previously healthy people know exactly what I mean. The best way I can describe it is to be literally dying 22 hours a day; it truly is a pain I’ve never experienced before.
I can function on average for a two-hour window every 24 hours. It’s a daily roller-coaster not knowing the severity of flare ups. Some days I get a good light two-to-three hours in, whether that’s doing some gardening, household duties, light exercise or gently walking the dog to the park. Other days, I’m in complete functional decline unable to make it around the block on the bike or staying on my feet more than a few minutes. It has now settled into this endless daily cycle of being bed bound between short attempts to keep my body active.
As you can imagine, this brings a whole world of pain beyond the physical and my whole existence has been altered. I can’t do anything that makes me who I am. I cannot socialise, exercise, travel, work, or engage in anything whatsoever without completely crashing. This has destroyed my mental health and put me in a dire financial situation. I was forced to sell all my assets to cover medical expenses and living expenses, on top of my unknown illness. It is quite confronting to accept.
I have recently come to terms that I will potentially be like this forever. At best, it will be a long road to a full recovery, or, equally as possible, it could be a shorter road to my final decline. Doctors are at a dead end, too, and my ability to support myself and family has been taken away from me. I’m at the end of my savings, defaulting on all my loans, drained of all my assets, and now facing the reality of surviving on $360 pw with no end in sight.
All of this is something I try not to focus on often as it simply drains my mood and energy, which sends me into a massive decline. Unfortunately, I can ignore it no longer. Of late, I have been forced to reach out and accept money from family members and it is something that is not sustainable; it also pains me deeply to do so. The government compensation is a complete disgrace with zero advice on when and if they will ever help. My kids are the driving force behind this fight back to life; they are my everything and I must survive and rebuild for them. I need to see them become men and help them all I can.
I have had many days, broken. I have written my last words to my sons and my family. I got my affairs in order, all with the real threat that any day could be my last with this poisoning. I am slowly moving past that real concern of death, but the truth is it still could escalate just that little bit extra any minute. I am a fighter and will fight this every second. Please stay strong all of you in my situation. This is real. You’re not alone, and I will certainly share any advice or success that I have in healing.
Finally, I don’t say this out loud often, if ever. But here it goes: I need help! After battling for eight months now, I have conceded that I’m unable to control this outcome as easily as I hoped. I am physically and financially ruined. I am genuinely in a fight for survival. It has taken me many months to accept this as fact, but it is time to acknowledge that without help, I can no longer support myself or my children.