posted on Sep, 30 2011 @ 11:14 AM
Yeah, it sounds real funny to joke about shots, until your child almost dies from one. Maybe you should share your joke with my mother.
I nearly died from encephalitis and grand mal seizures from a DPT shot in September 1982, when I had just entered kindergarten. Although rare to admit
connections, the very good doctors at CHKD in Norfolk, VA were able to clearly establish the connection. And on top of all that, I developed Whooping
Cough ten days after the shot.
Despite placing very high on intelligence tests, I still suffer learning disabilities 29 years later, from the brain damage caused by that shot. It
took me years to break out of that horrible cocoon as a child. I can still recall patterns and shapes on the walls bleeding and moving. I can remember
the sound of hollow echoes as I tried to watch and listen to my teachers speak. I remember turning inward, unable to deal with the overload on my
sensory processes.
Thinking it to be a rare reaction, I did what I thought was the right thing and vaccinated my young daughter. She would break out in eczema every time
she got a shot, and now, at age 17 still suffers from severe eczema. Until recently, her asthma was off the charts until she weaned herself from her
dependence on her inhaler. I remember her gutteral screaming for hours after the shots. That was before I wised up and made the connections her
doctors refused to make.
Just keep getting your flu shots. Keep feeding the gaping, cavernous maw of Big Pharma. They will thank you for it, and dance on your grave
afterwards.