Hello all - some of you might remember me as a longtime, but infrequent poster over on LBN and before that, Media Lens. Suspicious of Covid from the off (a whole other thread), I became more disillusioned with LBN if that were possible, as Covid quickly revealed the authoritarian stripe that I had long expected existed there.
Anyway, having lurked here for some time and noticing that people wanted to hear personal experiences regarding Covid, here I am with a couple.
I believe I had the virus (whatever it/that is) back in March of 2020. It was very mild and lasted no more than 48 hours, although I was pretty tired afterwards for a few days. None of my immediate family caught it from me. Anyway, some months later, my daughter, who was home from university, was complaining of bad period cramps. In the middle of the night she started vomiting and I suspected appendicitis. At five in the morning, the hospital that we rushed to tried to turn us away not believing it to be anything serious. We stood our ground and a surgical consult was called in. He instantly diagnosed acute appendicitis and admitted her. Make of that shit what you will! What is scary, not unreasonably, my daughter said that had she been at Uni, she would have taken the āexpertāsā word for it and gone home. Anyway,at the eleventh hour, just as she was going down to surgery, she tested positive for Coronavirus and the operation was cancelled. (Ten days before she had had the mildest of mild sore throat and a slight headache.) They needed, they said, a Covid secure ward and a Covid secure theatre. The operation was postponed until that evening. At the eleventh hour again, the operation was cancelled as preference had to be given to a pregnant woman who had come in and who had also tested positive. As a consequence, she didnāt get the operation for a full twenty four hours after we had walked into the hospital. By then her appendix had deteriorated so much, it fell apart on removal, flooding her with infection. Much pain, five days of intravenous antibiotics and a week of oral ones later, she was fine, but, butā¦You know, Covid was never, ever going to kill her, but policy towards it could have, as, I suspect, it has many others. To say we were angry would be an understatement. Oh, and whilst it is perfectly fine to fuck your assistant, we of course, werenāt allowed to be with her. Thank God for WhatsApp!
Many months later, we were contacted by a private company (although the letter was covered with deceiving NHS logos) as they wished to discuss my daughterās experience, having been, wait for it, āā¦recently in hospital due to Covid-19.ā Obviously we put them right and told them where to go, but presumably she is now a Covid hospital admission stat. How many others are there? Many, I suspect and especially given the ānot fit for purposeā PCR test.
The second personal experience involves the jab. A work colleague, a fit sixty-odd year old (but looks a decade younger), was fully signed up to the conventional narrative and wore his mask religiously. I believe he was a little anxious about it all. He had the first jab and all appeared okay. He had the second and became lethargic to the extent that others at work passed comment. Anyway, eventually unable to breathe properly he went to hospital and was admitted with clots on the lungs. This was the last I heard. Will update as and when.
Incidentally, my partner tested positive at the same time my daughter did. I had been in constant contact with my daughter when she had had the sore throat and looked after my partner when she had it, again very mildly. I got tested; it came back negative, What does that tell us? Well, assuming I had had it back in that March, I was still immune and therefore, not surprisingly, immunity is much, much more long-lasting than maintained by vested interest or, the virus is not nearly as contagious as we are being given to believe!
Apologies for long opening post!
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