My Jab injury story - 4 Weeks of a life nearly lost

Through the governments paid media campaign to prevent anti-narrative content that would affect pharmaceutical sales, many people suffered from the fear pushed on the masses and underwent a medical treatment they didn't need and sadly I was one of them.

I'd heard of some basic side effects of an achy arm and a headache so I booked a week off work in anticipation of anything untoward appearing and Monday morning the 22/2/21 rolled around like any other and so I joined the queue of cars at my local Drs surgery drive thru.

The lady Dr attending me was full of a cold and I couldn't help thinking it didn't bode well but anyway she stated "can you roll up your sleeve please" and then she proceeded to jab me in my right arm and gave me a sheet of basic side effects to look out for whilst I then waited in the carpark for 5 minutes to check for reactions. I couldn't help thinking how poorly it seemed to be organised with no one actually overseeing anyone sitting there waiting but after my allotted time I left and drove to the supermarket to stock up on a few things in case I didn't feel like going out for a few days.

Walking in store I had a bit of an achy arm and a headache coming on but didn't think too much of it however, back home it seemed to develop quite rapidly into an excruciatingly bad headache that felt like my head was being squeezed and I had great trouble processing thoughts so I went to bed with some pain relief and spent most of the next few days there.

On the Wednesday I rang my Drs surgery as I was concerned at the slowly worsening effects of dizziness, fuzzy eyesight and confusion that was creeping in but straight away the receptionist told me "Don't worry, that's just normal side effects" to which i initially said "oh ok, thank you" and hoped for an improvement over the next few days.

On the Friday I rang with the same concerns to which I was again told "don't worry, it's just normal side effects" to which I did actually question because it didn't feel normal but no further advice was given apart from taking pain relief which I was already taking. Heading into week 2 I was feeling increasingly worried about a lack of improvement and the thoughts of confusion seemed to be getting more pronounced but again on the Monday I was told "don't worry it's just normal side effects and to not do too much, but rest" bearing in mind I wasn't actually doing anything at all but eat, sleep repeat but I did request a sick note because I was now absent from my job.

I've never had a huge amount of time off in my career apart from a couple of ill health occurrences many years before so it was a new arena for me dealing with reporting in by phone with reasons why I was absent and bearing in mind a boss told me quite clearly "you need to ring in an hour before your shift starts at 5am. Dealing with an ever-increasing pressure from company bosses whilst I was trying to find out what was going on with my health wasn't the best of things bearing in mind, I'd just reached 9 years with them.

Anyway, after waiting a few more days I contacted my Drs surgery again on the Wednesday and after presenting my symptoms I was told someone would call back later that day to arrange a check-up which was what I'd been waiting a week and a half for. Sadly, and not surprisingly that didn't happen and so on the Thursday I called again to which I was told the standard and rather annoying "don't worry, we don't need to see you it's just normal side effects but if you're still not well after the weekend get in touch on the Monday."

Now, although I hadn't been feeling well for nearly 2 weeks with worsening symptoms I wasn't particularly concerned because of their relaxed manner, because I thought "if it was serious, they'd get me straight in, right?" Sadly, by this point I'd lost all awareness of how serious my health actually was and seemed resigned to accepting what they'd told me and didn't go to A&E as by the Monday I was totally delirious and badly struggling to walk and on a phone call to my surgery I sounded so strange that the operator thankfully realised there was an issue and a Dr called me back shortly after to which he stated "I need to see you now".

Not fully comprehending my health I jumped into my car which I hadn't used for 2 weeks and somehow made it to the surgery and proceeded to stagger down the corridor where the Dr was observing me before immediately stating "we need to call you an ambulance".

So, after a surreal 2 weeks and I'm finally being taken seriously I thought before the Dr stated "i and the paramedic are in agreement that we were going to tell you to make out your condition was much worse to the hospital consultants to be taken more seriously" though bearing in mind I was in a bad way with slurred speech, severe headaches, blurred vision, memory issues and a struggle to walk, my bp was 203/120 so I didn't need to do so now but he stated "I will be reporting your case to the Yellow card site" to which was the first time I'd ever heard of the injury reporting group.

Finally heading off to hospital to be checked over turned out to be a really eventful 11 days stay, not just for myself but due to patients suffering poor mental health due to woefully inadequate care that in turn increased my anxiety through their bizarre behaviour and repeated visits from security and orderlies trying to secure them.

Common place was the badgering of patients in the early hours and late nights when less staff were around, pinching things from bedsides and harming themselves so the ward ended up looking like a Warzone and something out of Halloween slasher movie, it was so surreal.

Anyway, during my stay I had Cat scans, MRI's, deep Ophthalmic scans and finally a lumber puncture to which I don't fully understand the reasoning behind because my brain tissue damage injury was evident in the MRI's so everything after didn't really provide anything further or new. It is a huge regret I had the LP because of the issues it's caused with my neck since from the pain and severe weakness there and if only the risks were explained fully and away from my being dosed on morphine, I may have been able to have been more aware.

Most of the staff I encountered were amazing which was a godsend bearing in mind the covid restrictions in hospital and revelations of other patients injured by their jabs was pretty shocking with one stating "we had one guy who lost all feeling in his body but fortunately by the time he left he was improving". This was one of many mentioned to me in confidence and I couldn't help but think "where's the mention of these sorts of cases in the media?"

Sadly, over my stay I discovered more and more cases through scrolling on social media which really opened my eyes to what was happening but I was stunned that people could be complicit in covering this up and prevent others being harmed. So, when not being badgered by my company bosses phoning me in my hospital bed whilst I was dosed up on morphine as to when I'd be coming back, I was asking as many questions of Drs as I could and took copious notes as my memory was still affected.

One day a young Dr stated "we've never seen a case such as yours so I'm going to write a paper on it" which whilst trying to be as excited as he was about it I kinda felt a bit shocked as I'm sitting here waiting for positive news. A neurologist came in another day and stated "we're so excited by your case we've been having an EDC conference about it because it's so unique", and so again I really couldn't share their misplaced enthusiasm as I'm the patient waiting for something positive. This seemed quite typical of Drs and Consultants I found as they seemed far removed from the situation and quite clinical about imparting bad news without any sort empathy. Take another 2 consultants who visited the Ward I was on and on separate days stating "we see as likely in your future due to the pattern of injury on your MRI scans as you developing MS, and or Dementia". Asked if I knew what they were I stated "yes" and they both on separate days just walked away leaving me the first time to lay there and cry and the second to sit there in shock as it was a confirmation of the prognosis.

So, 11 days after I was admitted I was discharged and wheeled to the main entrance to the hospital, given a large bag of medications that I'd need to control the hypertension the covid shot left me with, pain relief and then a ward nurse bade me farewell. Everything I'd been dealing with ticked the boxes of GBS , POTTS, encephalitis and more and although I suffered a demyelination of the myelin sheath that covers my brain as a direct consequence of my covid shot I had nothing going forward that would help me as I still had no proper diagnosis. Bearing in mind I still had issues with my balance and gait now I wasn't given a walking stick even though hospital staff knew of my difficulties and so used walls to guide my way.

The first thing I did upon being discharged from hospital was purchase a hiking type walking aid to give me confidence when walking around but for many months I felt I was so alone as I had to then battle Drs and Neurologists to be seen again as I was still struggling to function let alone feel like going out. Little did I know I was barely getting into the struggles I would continue to feel through the year.