From what I have seen, many vaccine-injured [unable to get MEs] have fled to religious exemptions. Now, these creeps want to shut even that door.
Government expert with oxygen mask and bird from Canaries help in mine rescue The Indianapolis News (Indianapolis, Indiana) Saturday 20th January 1912 I’ve often said those of us damaged or killed by the very things we’re told will save us are “canaries in the coal-mine.” meaning and origin of ‘canary in the coal mine’ It was... Continue Reading →
Those eyes… I see those eyes nearly every time I tell someone I am vaccine injured. Hateful… Spiteful… Angry… Even dangerous… People look at me as if I am a walking plague. Fear clutches my stomach and makes me nauseous. I have to break free of my posture; frozen with fear. I’m afraid of being... Continue Reading →
When I first started researching issues I thought could be related to my declining health, I ran into brick walls and varying opinions. I turned to science–real science to save my own life. I’ve studied human behavior all my life. Patterns of behavior emerge just as readily on the internet as they do face to... Continue Reading →
It is, indeed, an insane world. I lost a tooth to this disaster yesterday. My dentist closed shop on the day of my appointment. Last year I had told her she should exit from the market. Suggested, maybe, precious metals.
Richard Nixon passed an Act in 1973 allowing Medicine to become a for-profit industry. Let's face it—there's no profit in Healthy People.
Doctors are of the human species. Brave souls who take the risk of making decisions that may pit us against them. I always keep on mind my brothers and sisters are just as fallible as me. I’ve seen the frivolity of law drive up costs and drive up the profession’s need to protect itself. But it’s gone too far.
via Istiak Needs a Kidney I saw Issy this morning. His smile is brilliant. He told me he showed his mother this post, and she told him it was a good omen. He has accepted that he will probably die and that I do not doubt with the small response to this post. I consider Issy... Continue Reading →
I woke up this morning, and my right hand was completely dead. I mean like this dead tumor hanging off the end of my arm. Like a skin tag. No feeling—no sensation—and my mind was screaming something about writing. How am I going to write? The only way I could tell that I had my right hand is... Continue Reading →
I often feel like the harbinger of doom-and-gloom. There are so many issues that I see as important. Most of them result in death. Some have happy endings. Fiction has been a respite for me. I don’t indulge in it often. It feels like a desert after a burnt roast. It’s hard to immerse... Continue Reading →