I have scrupulously avoided after the last year or so the many stories of Anti-vaxxers meeting their end from the virus. A) because I would look like a lowlife ghoul, and B) I would feel like a lowlife ghoul, and C) I would be a lowlife ghoul. So this thread is all about me, in a way, and those embarrassing, and sometimes deadly, pie-in-the-face awakenings. Those who have died over their misinformed beliefs about Covid have my respect.

On Thursday, I was scheduled for an MRI at 8:45 and an Ultra Sound at 3:30. I had already decided to forego the Ultra Sound because I did not think the edema in my right foot was crucial. In the almost four years that I have been pretty much been at the mercy of the Medical Industry, as wonderful as my treatments have been in their hands, I have had edema off and on in both feet; it seemed like a waste.

As God would have it, due to cancellation on the Ultra Sound, I was to have it before my MRI. I objected, said it was a waste of time, No! This very smart nurse in charge of the procedure read me easily and with a smile kind of admitting that she was manipulate me, which I liked, I said, "You got me." We both sort of chuckled.

The results of the Ultra Sound that I was convinced was utterly unnecessary showed potentially deadly clots in my lungs and leg. So much for my best thinking. But my dopiness was worse: I had decided to stop the Warfarin I was supposed to take to avoid clots because it would delay surgery on my lung cancer; you can't have blood thinners. Hoho, so I was to blame for the life-threatening clots. That Crow Pie in my face was not tasty. Lucky God was around to rearrange my day.

I have scrupulously avoided after the last year or so the many stories of Anti-vaxxers meeting their end from the virus. A) because I would look like a lowlife ghoul, and B) I would feel like a lowlife ghoul, and C) I would be a lowlife ghoul. So this thread is all about me, in a way, and those embarrassing, and sometimes deadly, pie-in-the-face awakenings. Those who have died over their misinformed beliefs about Covid have my respect.

On Thursday, I was scheduled for an MRI at 8:45 and an Ultra Sound at 3:30. I had already decided to forego the Ultra Sound because I did not think the edema in my right foot was crucial. In the almost four years that I have been pretty much been at the mercy of the Medical Industry, as wonderful as my treatments have been in their hands, I have had edema off and on in both feet; it seemed like a waste.

As God would have it, due to cancellation on the Ultra Sound, I was to have it before my MRI. I objected, said it was a waste of time, No! This very smart nurse in charge of the procedure read me easily and with a smile kind of admitting that she was manipulate me, which I liked, I said, "You got me." We both sort of chuckled.

The results of the Ultra Sound that I was convinced was utterly unnecessary showed potentially deadly clots in my lungs and leg. So much for my best thinking. But my dopiness was worse: I had decided to stop the Warfarin I was supposed to take to avoid clots because it would delay surgery on my lung cancer; you can't have blood thinners. Hoho, so I was to blame for the life-threatening clots. That Crow Pie in my face was not tasty. Lucky God was around to rearrange my day.

I have scrupulously avoided after the last year or so the many stories of Anti-vaxxers meeting their end from the virus. A) because I would look like a lowlife ghoul, and B) I would feel like a lowlife ghoul, and C) I would be a lowlife ghoul. So this thread is all about me, in a way, and those embarrassing, and sometimes deadly, pie-in-the-face awakenings. Those who have died over their misinformed beliefs about Covid have my respect.

On Thursday, I was scheduled for an MRI at 8:45 and an Ultra Sound at 3:30. I had already decided to forego the Ultra Sound because I did not think the edema in my right foot was crucial. In the almost four years that I have been pretty much been at the mercy of the Medical Industry, as wonderful as my treatments have been in their hands, I have had edema off and on in both feet; it seemed like a waste.

As God would have it, due to cancellation on the Ultra Sound, I was to have it before my MRI. I objected, said it was a waste of time, No! This very smart nurse in charge of the procedure read me easily and with a smile kind of admitting that she was manipulate me, which I liked, I said, "You got me." We both sort of chuckled.

The results of the Ultra Sound that I was convinced was utterly unnecessary showed potentially deadly clots in my lungs and leg. So much for my best thinking. But my dopiness was worse: I had decided to stop the Warfarin I was supposed to take to avoid clots because it would delay surgery on my lung cancer; you can't have blood thinners. Hoho, so I was to blame for the life-threatening clots. That Crow Pie in my face was not tasty. Lucky God was around to rearrange my day.

YUP! Sounds like a "Know it all"...Libretard....narcissistic, & "It's all about Me, Me, Me!"...

Just keep drinking the kool-aid, & watching CNN, MSNBC, THE VIEW, & OTHER WORTHWHILE communication entities, & we'll see you on "the other side"...{ Oh Wait! ! ! }..I forgot...you libretards, don't believe in "the here-after"!

We'll see you at the next smash & grab? Welfare line? voting booth....{ dead or alive}...

Got that skippy?

Go buy this book: Medicine for "dummies", & read it 3 or 4 times!...{ sorry no pictures}...

I have scrupulously avoided after the last year or so the many stories of Anti-vaxxers meeting their end from the virus. A) because I would look like a lowlife ghoul, and B) I would feel like a lowlife ghoul, and C) I would be a lowlife ghoul. So this thread is all about me, in a way, and those embarrassing, and sometimes deadly, pie-in-the-face awakenings. Those who have died over their misinformed beliefs about Covid have my respect.

On Thursday, I was scheduled for an MRI at 8:45 and an Ultra Sound at 3:30. I had already decided to forego the Ultra Sound because I did not think the edema in my right foot was crucial. In the almost four years that I have been pretty much been at the mercy of the Medical Industry, as wonderful as my treatments have been in their hands, I have had edema off and on in both feet; it seemed like a waste.

As God would have it, due to cancellation on the Ultra Sound, I was to have it before my MRI. I objected, said it was a waste of time, No! This very smart nurse in charge of the procedure read me easily and with a smile kind of admitting that she was manipulate me, which I liked, I said, "You got me." We both sort of chuckled.

The results of the Ultra Sound that I was convinced was utterly unnecessary showed potentially deadly clots in my lungs and leg. So much for my best thinking. But my dopiness was worse: I had decided to stop the Warfarin I was supposed to take to avoid clots because it would delay surgery on my lung cancer; you can't have blood thinners. Hoho, so I was to blame for the life-threatening clots. That Crow Pie in my face was not tasty. Lucky God was around to rearrange my day.

I have scrupulously avoided after the last year or so the many stories of Anti-vaxxers meeting their end from the virus. A) because I would look like a lowlife ghoul, and B) I would feel like a lowlife ghoul, and C) I would be a lowlife ghoul. So this thread is all about me, in a way, and those embarrassing, and sometimes deadly, pie-in-the-face awakenings. Those who have died over their misinformed beliefs about Covid have my respect.

On Thursday, I was scheduled for an MRI at 8:45 and an Ultra Sound at 3:30. I had already decided to forego the Ultra Sound because I did not think the edema in my right foot was crucial. In the almost four years that I have been pretty much been at the mercy of the Medical Industry, as wonderful as my treatments have been in their hands, I have had edema off and on in both feet; it seemed like a waste.

As God would have it, due to cancellation on the Ultra Sound, I was to have it before my MRI. I objected, said it was a waste of time, No! This very smart nurse in charge of the procedure read me easily and with a smile kind of admitting that she was manipulate me, which I liked, I said, "You got me." We both sort of chuckled.

The results of the Ultra Sound that I was convinced was utterly unnecessary showed potentially deadly clots in my lungs and leg. So much for my best thinking. But my dopiness was worse: I had decided to stop the Warfarin I was supposed to take to avoid clots because it would delay surgery on my lung cancer; you can't have blood thinners. Hoho, so I was to blame for the life-threatening clots. That Crow Pie in my face was not tasty. Lucky God was around to rearrange my day.

I am sure you don't want to hear this...but blood clots are KNOWN side effects of the Covid-19 "vaccinations". And the title of this thread is disgusting. All those who have died from getting the jab, up to over 20,000 as of the first week in Dec., (that number is from VAERS, which readily admits it's numbers are off by a factor of 5-10,) so the true number of "vaccine" deaths are 100,000-200,000. And you leftists have to point out EVERY death of an unvaccinated person, while ignoring the deaths of the jabbed. I would say shame on you...but leftists/socialist/Marxists/communists have no shame.

Two years ago, the Wuhan lab unleashed the Covid-19 bio-weapon upon the world.

To date, there have been 309,341,386 reported cases worldwide, 5,509,631 people have died, and 260,150,064 have recovered.

IOW, over the past two years, 3.9% of the world population have been infected with Covid, 1.8% of those infected have died, and 84% of those infected have recovered.

I have worn a mask only when required to make a purchase or enter a public facility. I have never been tested for Covid and I have not been vaccinated. How come I remain free of infection?