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..

https://www.theepochtimes.com/hospital-holocaust-woman-escapes-covid-19-hospital-treatment-protocols-says-others-not-so-lucky_4728030.html?utm_source=morningbriefnoe&utm_campaign=mb-2022-09-18&utm_medium=email&est=HKfBqFe0Ne%2BJvytl5cr1qff2CMBC3QDT19p%2FVhIG3yAGxL9qPGO%2BOJYdmVeH

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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