Autobiographical, Medical

The right to choose life

Here is a woman telling of her ordeal in a Texas hospital, of the methods being used to force suffering souls into obedience to the ‘pandemic’ narrative, and the strength of her man to get her out of the place..

I was personally placed in a very similar position back in November 2020. At 2 am , going back into the kitchen at home to put a tumbler into the sink, I was the one who took a tumble – flat on my face, nose bleeding, head thrown back in whiplash. Thinking I had damaged a vertebra in my neck, unable to lie flat without pain, I reluctantly called for some ‘help’.

Arriving at the local NHS hospital by ambulance at 2.45am, the first thing I had to do was to submit to a ‘test’ to see whether I had contracted the ‘Black Death‘ or not. Which I refused. After having two successive x-rays, which proved that, in fact, all I had was whiplash – nothing fractured, I was informed, “We’ll put you on Ward 1 for a couple of days, to sort out any dietary issues, but you WILL have to have the PCR test before you can go on the ward.”

When I refused for the third time, the doctor was on their side of the curtain, joking with his colleagues that “we’ve got a right conspiracy theorist in there“, at which I got off the examination couch, left via the ‘public side’, rang for a taxi and was back home before they had even missed me.

Thirty minutes later, two paramedics were banging on the door – because I had left a canula in my arm, they said – (removed on the way home). After 15 minutes they departed. .Eleven months later, when undergoing a routine trial test examination by an acupuncturist friend, I was found to have been walking around for all those months with ‘a bleed on the brain’ – x-rayed twice in a hospital, no-one spotted that.

I DO wonder what the outcome might have been, had I submitted like a little lamb to those NHS protocols.. Almost two years on and, apart from the hypotension, which has been a lifelong companion, the gods are still being kind to me and keeping me in the ‘Quiet War – see SWFQW (qv on here) for details.

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