I am a 57-year-old from Victoria. I have a partner and adult children. Prior to the vaccination I was reasonably healthy. Although I suffer from PTSD and Crohn’s, I hadn’t needed medication for Crohn’s for years. I used to be a happy person who enjoyed life and adventures with my partner, riding my bike and walking my dog.
I didn’t want to get the vaccinne, but I was coerced against my will and forced by the government mandates. I didn’t want to be socially isolated and segregated. It was also mandatory for my partner who is a tradie. My doctor kept pressuring me to get the jab.
On 1st September 2021 I finally caved. My doctor was ‘tickled pink’ that I finally came around to getting it. I was trying to tell her the risks, but she said she didn’t have time to research it. She gave me the AstraZeneca, non aspirated, in my left arm. I later found out, had she aspirated first, I might not have had such a severe reaction. Only three hours later I started experiencing symptoms and felt very unwell. My head was heavy, I had no energy and had body aches down my left-hand side. I also had a painful stiff neck and a headache. My joints felt like they were on fire. I went to bed.
The next day, whilst still in bed, my doctor phoned to see how I was and after informing her, she said I had a very severe immune response. That was the last I heard from her unless I called her.
After being in bed for two days, I developed these strange bruises on my left arm and right leg. These bruises were reddish blue in colour and hurt to the touch. Knowing about the clotting issue, on Saturday 4th September 2021 I called the Medical Centre to try and see my doctor. She was not working. Another doctor called me and arranged an urgent blood test and ECG. That same afternoon, he told me to go to emergency straight away. My D-dimer was elevated and showed clotting was occurring.
I went to hospital and asked if my partner could come in, as I wanted support. I suffer from PTSD and have panic attacks. They said yes, but then the triage nurse said no. I had to wait seven and a half hours alone. Suffering with PTSD, I was very distressed. I didn’t even have any water. No one cared and they weren’t even regularly checking my obs. That only happened once. During that time, bruises appeared on my back. Finally I got called in. An intern came and took me to be assessed. I told her about my joints feeling like they were on fire, a slight headache and pain in my left arm and right leg. She then told me to go and wait for my X-ray in the waiting room. I broke down in tears saying that I couldn’t go back out there. This was now 12 hours with no food or water and I was becoming very dehydrated, but was too scared to ask for water.
They found a bed in Short Stay and organised a contrast CT scan and more blood tests. A doctor had so much trouble getting a cannula in and had to get an ultrasound machine to find a vein. He then said, ‘Wow, you are really dehydrated’. Still no water and not even offered a cup to get some from the bathroom. Late morning the next day, they said no clots were found and I was sent home.
At home I was bed ridden. Three weeks later, it started getting much worse. I couldn’t walk because I had excruciating leg pain. I felt as though I wanted to rip it off. I was a mess and I couldn’t even sit up in bed. I went back to my doctor, as it was obvious something was very wrong with me. They did more tests which all came back negative. My left eye was also droopy. I asked if it was Guillain Barre Syndrome and was told it wasn’t. It felt like the doctor just didn’t want to know. She didn’t even get back to me with a follow-up and I was put in the ‘too hard’ basket.
Every time I tried to sleep I was woken up with extreme tremor-like symptoms. It felt like my nerves were jolting in my left arm, left-hand side of my body and in my spine. Despite these horrific issues, a virologist at Frankston Hospital told me there was no reason not to have the second jab. I then experienced segregation and was ostracised because I had only had my first jab. Living with these injuries was a nightmare and on top of that I was looked down on because I had only had one!
The doctor would not give me an exemption. Clearly she could see I couldn’t walk properly and was shaking uncontrollably. I stormed out of her office, saying nobody cared about whether I died or not, just so long as I had the second jab.
I had to buy crutches as I couldn’t stay bed ridden and was still unable to walk properly with weakness in my left side. I had a massive amount of pain in my right thigh and spine. I contacted a chiropractor who did full spinal X-rays and an examination. He determined I had massive inflammation in my spine and was very concerned with my condition.
I then had an MRI scan which came back negative and a peripheral nerve test which also came back negative. A friend of mine met Doctor Frank at a business meet up. After showing him my walking and shaking on a Facebook video I had posted, he was very concerned. He told my friend that I should call him and he would do whatever possible to help me. He was amazing and listened to me. He even wrote an exemption and began trialing medications. He said that medication wouldn’t fix me, but we are both looking for answers. We are researching Doctor Malone’s scientific research and others for answers.
Since September last year, I can only sleep about two to four hours per night. This is due to resting seizures and violent shaking. I still have trouble walking and in December I had to hire a wheelchair on holiday so I could get around. I have horrific spine pain and slight drooping on the left-hand side of my face. My left hand feels like its permanently frost bitten and I can’t raise my arm to my head. I also still use a walking stick. My extremities are numb and I now have a rare cataract behind my eye. I still have blotches on my legs and micro clotting in my arms.
Two doctors think it is neurological, but Dr Frank says most neurologists are four to five years behind the research. There is a combination of syndromes causing this injury. From what I have researched and according to Dr Frank, it seems the spike protein has damaged my mitochondria and my immune system is trying to kill it off.
Dr Frank is a Godsend. All the other doctors gaslit me and my old GP, who knew me for years, didn’t listen to me and I was never allowed informed consent. She wouldn’t write an exemption, even though she saw the severe reaction I experienced. She did however report to the TGA that I had had a severe reaction to the AstraZeneca vaccination. After almost one year of this injury and living in hell, the only diagnosis was ‘anxiety’.
Currently I still have all the injuries and symptoms, but they have improved a little bit. Since seeing Dr Frank and trialing different medications, I take 15 tablets a day. If I don’t take them, I can’t walk or stand. The medications cost me $600 a month. I also take CBD oil. I am not seeing specialists on a regular basis, as none will see me.
The effect on my life has been horrendous. This is no way to live. If it wasn’t for my partner supporting me, I would have ended my life. With any other illness, people are compassionate and helpful, but with these injuries no one wants to talk about it. It is so isolating.
I can’t even do normal tasks like vacuuming. If I do, I am totally wrecked for 24 hours. Every single day is so difficult. I have to go to sleep by 9pm because medication knocks me around. I can’t do simple things and even doing my hair is too hard, because I can’t lift my arm up. I still have chronic back pain and seizures every night. I feel like I’ve hit a brick wall. Dr Frank has exhausted all his resources. I don’t know where I’m at now. I’m sick of it all and feel like a zombie. Some days I feel hopeless and other days I’m very angry. I am an intuitive person but I caved and didn’t listen to myself. Financially I have lost a lot of money because of the tests and medication.
These injuries have made my PTSD and agoraphobia worse. I don’t trust people as much anymore because they don’t care about those that have been injured. People are out living their lives while we are suffering. My brain won’t switch off and it’s ageing me terribly.
I am sharing my story because I want to bring awareness to people about what is really happening. I am hoping a specialist will see my story and will help me. My message is that I would really like for the medical professionals to wake up and not be so rigid. I wish they would look outside the box. I want people like me to be recognised as human beings and not just a statistic and like this doesn’t matter. I want us to all be recognised. This is not normal. Governments need to pay for this.