Vaccine Injury of Joe

The morning of my second jab, I was 49 years and six weeks old, and healthy as a horse. I had a few creaky joints, and I'd finally had to get eyeglasses in my mid 40s, but nothing outside the norm for my age. Labs: great. Vital stats: astounding - one doctor told me in my 30s that I had the heart of a marathon runner, at a time when I was a sedentary two-pack-a-day smoker. He should have seen me at 40, when I got on a health kick and got in better shape than I'd ever been in, even when I played high school football.

My mind was sharp, I could work for hours on end at most any task physical or mental, and I had the energy and stamina to "get s**t done," and a man's ability to dig deep when I ran out of energy or stamina for the task at hand. Admittedly, I'd packed a few pounds back on since that health kick waned, but I knew I could do the same thing going into my 50th birthday, and was planning to.

I only really had one health complaint: I had inherited from my mom a tendency to have very random fainting spells, which my sister has as well. Mine weren't as common or severe as theirs - maybe once every 18 months to two years? - but still, I would sometimes "feel myself starting to go," and BLAM, lights out. It happened one night at band practice, and my bandmate the nurse instantly called an ambulance. After a CAT scan and all manner of tests and labs, they said "idiopathic vasovagal syncope," and charged me four figures for a diagnosis of "you faint sometimes and we don't know why." Thanks, guys. I learned to just deal with it, and whenever it would happen, it would feel like a very truncated flu before and after the peak of the event - chills, cold sweat, delirium, extreme fatigue - but after a bit of rest, it was like it never happened. I was always fine by the next day, or even later the same day. Remember this part - it becomes important later.

Overall, I was very, very optimistic about my health and endurance going into my fifties, especially compared to many others. My wife and I were shopping for a house, and I knew I'd be able to put in as much work as necessary once we found a house to make a home. Even including the aforementioned ambulance ride and bogus diagnosis, my entire 49-year medical history would have fit into a standard envelope and gone first class mail with a single stamp.

Not many people know the exact date, time, and location that their health immediately changed for the worse, but I do, because I made an appointment for it. On May 3, 2021 at 10:00am Central time, I received my second jab of the Moderna covid vaccine. My first jab a month earlier had not affected me in any way, and though I was aware that some people experienced "some mild symptoms" after the second shot, I was not concerned about feeling ill from the second one. I worked from noon to about 9 or 10pm at that time, so I went into the office after my appointment.

By 1:30, I felt miserable - lethargy, fatigue, brain fog. I was a mess. I held out as long as I could, but by about 3:30, I had to tap out. I shuffled into my boss's office and gave my apologies, and he immediately knew why I had to leave; some level of discomfort after any vaccine is not uncommon, and I certainly didn't have a reputation as some sort of sandbagger or goldbricker there. I went home without incident, expecting to sleep it off and return the next day, or later that week, or whatever, but the effects would surely pass.

They never have.

I attempted to come back in a few times that week, but only made it a couple of hours each time before having to go back home. I would not return to truly full time work for several months.

By that weekend, I felt marginally better, but still lousy. I still thought I was simply experiencing temporary side effects that would pass, so I thought, what if I will myself to do some physical activity, and see if I can burn it off like the remnants of a cold or flu? So late Sunday morning, I went out to the street with my flat bladed shovel to edge the curb like I'd been meaning to do for months. After having spent countless hours in the Deep South sun practicing and playing sports as a kid, playing with my friends as a kid, working manual labor jobs as a young man, and never fearing heat once in my life, I lasted five minutes outdoors before I felt the unmistakable feeling of an oncoming syncope. I went inside and called for my wife, who has become more practiced at helping me through such an episode than either of us ever wanted. I laid on my side in bed and waited for the worst to pass, and it passed like a freight train. I spent the rest of the afternoon in bed.

Around 6pm that evening, having done nothing more strenuous than leaving bed to go out to the kitchen and eat, I had a SECOND syncope episode. I had never even had two in one month before, much less two in one day, but the entire scene repeated itself - slipping into delirium, alternating boiling hot feverishness and chills that went to the bone, profuse hot sweat that turned to cold sweat, and every cell in my body screaming at me that my body was the lousiest possible place anything could be at the moment. It felt like my body was trying to melt into a puddle, but my skin was holding it all together, like a foundry tureen full of molten steel. It doesn't really hurt, per se, it just SUCKS - it feels like every molecule in me has the worst tropical flu imaginable, at a microscopic level.

I came to an important realization the next day: the way I'd felt every day since that second shot somehow felt familiar. It didn't feel like a side effect, as far as my intuition could tell - it felt exactly like the recovery period from one of my syncope episodes. As I said before, I'd feel lousy for a few hours or the rest of the day, but I'd be fine the next day. But this? I realized that my baseline feeling in my body felt exactly like the early part of the recovery period after blanking out. There would always be a point about ten minutes past the worst of one where I would return to my body and settle down, feeling physically utterly drained and mentally foggy and vulnerable. I was back, but not fully back, and fully exhausted physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, and unable to think very clearly. To varying degrees, that's what I feel like every day now.

Meanwhile, I was referred to every basic bodily specialist there is to make sure my various systems were in check. EKG: good. CAT scan: good. ENT exam, hearing test, inner ear/balance tests: good. Labs: stellar for my age, aside from cholesterol (I bothered the cardiologist by telling him I was 100% uninterested in discussing my cholesterol at all, LOL, especially since it was just as sky-high the morning of May 3 and WAS ABSOLUTELY NOT A FACTOR HERE) and a very mild B12 deficiency.

But there was one noticeable change: before this time, you could have bet your entire life savings that my blood pressure would measure within two points either way of 120/80, and you'd win every time. Post-vax, my resting blood pressure is now usually somewhere around 95/65, and sudden drops in blood pressure were suspected to cause my fainting spells in the first place.

It took the better part of nine months to at least find medications to somewhat manage my symptoms, described below.

By now, over three years on, I've had lots of time to self-analyze, and I've realized some things that really bother me. I first described my symptoms to doctors as "sugar in the gas tank," or "bad gas" - it felt like my body was actually fine, mechanically, but was running on bad fuel, or polluted, or "clogged" somehow. In hindsight, after learning some of the information below, I was the perfect target for the vaccine's side effects - it's very likely that a previously undiagnosed, low-grade microclotting issue would rear its head from time to time and knock me down, but then pass. Enter the spike protein, and now that ugly head is my constant companion.

The physician's assistant to my GP is a very smart, very curious, very stubborn (in terms of diligently seeking solutions) lady, and she first prescribed scopolamine patches, as a band-aid/temporary measure. They helped tremendously, but they aren't for long-term daily use, so we had to keep looking. She also prescribed midodrine to help manage my blood pressure crashes. It was the first medication that actually provided some form of relief, and being a mild stimulant, also a bit of energy. (If you'd told me twenty years ago that I, who have always been kind of "hot blooded," would be on blood pressure medication by age 50, I would have believed you, but I NEVER would have believed I'd be on medication to keep my blood pressure UP.) She also prescribed fludrocortisone to help with salt uptake, but I just went off it recently, having felt literally no effect from taking it or not.

I was blessed that my employer kept me on salary, but I still spent thousands on out-of-network doctors, trying to find anything that would help. One was the one and only doctor in town specializing in POTS, dysautonomia, and similar disorders, and he put me on adderall, purely as a stimulant. After going broke paying $285 per office visit, my wife's very skilled neurologist took me on as a patient, and I managed to get the prescription transferred to him. These two medications at least allow me to function as a somewhat productive human being, although at what feels like about 65%-80% of my previous vitality as recently as the morning of my second jab.

At one point, after learning of the work of Dr. Jordan Vaughn, I asked my neurologist point-blank for a prescription for ivermectin. I took a five-day course, and for a brief period, I felt almost normal. But the effects waned, and I returned to "the new normal." I've taken a second course, six months after the first, and had similar results, though not as dramatic. I don't know if a third course would help, or if I need to eat a hundred of them, but that's been the one and only medication that didn't treat my symptoms, but eliminated them. You know, good old horse dewormer? The stuff they'd throw you off the internet for bringing up a couple of years ago? Yeah. That.

My specialist appointment out of town (described below) was both helpful and unhelpful. Although I didn't get a very specific or actionable diagnosis, I did have two words suggested to me: vasomotor dysfunction, meaning, my cells and membranes are not passing blood cells through like they should, and/or not sufficiently uptaking oxygen from them. This would be readily explained by the microclotting that we now know comes with the territory for both covid and covid vaccine injury. It manifests in different ways in different people, and as much of a struggle as my experience has been, I'm still getting off easy compared to many unfortunate souls, including the cofounders of this very organization.

After waiting nearly a year for an intake appointment, then another six months after that for a testing appointment, I was tested at the dysautonomia clinic at UAB Medical Center in Birmingham, Alabama - one of the few of its kind in the US, located at a very highly respected hospital that has saved multiple family members' lives in my lifetime. It was an almost complete waste of time and money, with a few exceptions - not because they weren't excellent at their jobs, but because they found that they really couldn't do anything for me.

The doctor who saw me at the intake appointment heard my tale and immediately agreed that this was a vaccine injury, and told me that it took so long for me to get in because their patient load had gone up by several hundred percent since the pandemic, many of whom were suffering long covid symptoms, and a concerning number of people like me experiencing what was by then coming to be called "long vax." The useful part was at the intake, actually, because I was able to ask her some direct questions that I needed answered:

1) Is it your opinion that this is a covid vaccine injury, based on my experience, and your experience treating others? Yes, unquestionably.

2) Since adderall is the only thing keeping me going at this point, am I simply resolved to the fact that I need stimulants to sorta, kinda function at this point, at least until I find some real answers? Yes, unfortunately.

3) In that case, is this a safe one for me to take, or is there a more appropriate one? Yes, it is; and no, not really.

The worthless part was unfortunately the testing itself, which came at costs both monetary and personal. I was to go through a battery of tests, including a tilt table test, and to get honest readings, I had to suspend my medications for 36 hours beforehand. Meaning: my wife drove me to work the day before and picked me up that afternoon, then drove us five hours to Birmingham, then my appointment was the following day, then she drove us straight home that evening, while I had to have the following two days out of work as well, since I was undergoing a "missed my meds hangover" that took the same 36 hours to resolve itself.

I willingly subjected myself to skipping my medication and what it would do to me, a ten-hour round trip car ride while feeling those effects, missing several days of work, and spending thousands of dollars only to be told, "Sorry, whatever's going on with you, your tests show that it isn't what we treat here. Thanks anyway."

The PA at my neurologist (I can't believe I even HAVE a neurologist, for crying out loud) mentioned that nattokinase had been shown to have an effect on the spike protein, my new constant companion, and recommended 2000 units a day. I've been taking it for about four months now. I notice no change.

You were right to be skeptical, and your friends who refused the vaccine were right to refuse it. I wish I'd followed my gut, which told me that such a new and unproven therapy had risks, and was produced by the same sort of miserable bastards that gave the world thalidomide, the Dalkon Shield, and oxycodone. I was right.

We will not have an official accounting of how many people have been harmed or killed for some time, if ever, but it is now a matter of public record: The covid vaccine might have been "effective" in curbing the disease for many people, but for an unknown number of us, the cure is worse than the disease, and the mRNA vaccine will someday go down in history as the single biggest and most harmful grift ever pulled on the whole of humanity.

Moderna, the producer of the vaccine that ruined my life, made $33bn from 2021-2022. They sell one product. That one product has one customer. That customer has now been successfully sued for penalizing free American citizens for not using Moderna's one product. You do the math.

The health authorities of your federal government are in thrall to their corporate Big Pharma masters, their opinions on literally anything are to be discarded until such time as they are not, and I say that without one hint of exaggeration or sensationalism. It is a well-documented, easily observable fact. Do not believe one letter of one word of anything they say.

I can forgive any of you for being judgmental of people who have said such things before now, but by this late date, you must realize: this is the truth. This is what happened to me, this is what happened to everyone registered here, it's still happening, and the same principalities (shoutout to my man JC) that served me my ruined health on a platter while congratulating me for "doing my part" will take what they learned from this dreadful episode and be even better at their anti-health, anti-freedom, money-grubbing authoritarian tactics in the next "emergency." And no one who says so is trying to be a conspiracy theorist - they are victims trying to warn others against their own potential future victimhood.

And finally, to the skeptics: I can only truly speak for myself, but in my own case? I was officially diagnosed with a case of vaccine injury by my personal physician, who is a board-certified member in good standing of his professional regulatory board, who is employed by an accredited hospital within a large and well-regarded hospital system, who registered my case with the Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System. This diagnosis was also confirmed by my neurologist, also board-certified in good standing, who is esteemed and respected in my city's medical community. It was further confirmed by a specialist at one of the very finest teaching hospitals in the eastern United States.

None of them were wearing tinfoil hats at my appointment, and none of them had an Alex Jones podcast playing in the background at my appointment. These are real doctors who practice real medicine under real accreditation, and their professional opinions are unanimous: yes, your health has been harmed by the Moderna covid-19 vaccine, to the exclusion of all other potential causes through rigorous testing.

Be kind to people who tell you things like this. They happen. They have happened. They are continuing to happen. They will happen again without something very important changing. And there won't be a damn thing you can do about it by then.