Everything Will be Alright?
…it didn’t turn out very well.
I lost my baby, actually. I do not wish to go into detail about it at this point. Suffice it to say that after the event I was in need of psychological help, but I did not receive any, and I voluntarily took antidepressants, because I did not receive any psychological support to help me cope with it.
The first few times I had to trust a doctor was — inadvertently so — when I was a baby myself. Please do take a look at the picture heading this article, it is an extract of my original vaccination certificate! You will find that I took my first jab the day after I was born. I did so, the same as most babies born back and since then did and will continue to do.
All of the vaccines I ever took, I seem to have tolerated just fine. All but the ones preventing you from catching seasonal flu, actually. After getting ill following the flew jabs a few years ago, I did not go back to having them. The GPs I consulted about this all said that it was a coincidence that I got ill after taking those vaccines.
However, now we are not talking about taking a simple flu jab, we are talking about taking one of the most polemic vaccinations the world has come across in this pandemic: Astrazeneca.
I had an appointment scheduled for this coming Tuesday to get the first of my Covid19 shots from Astrazeneca done. I postponed it yesterday after the recent news and spent the whole weekend brooding over what might be the right thing to do for me.
Last week, it all seemed so clear: I would get the first shot of the vaccine this week, the second one in mid June of 2021.
So, what has changed since then?
No less than the Danish, Norwegian and Austrian governments putting vaccinations of this make on hold. So have the Netherlands and Ireland, as I just found out this morning.
After learning about two more countries making this decision, the next thing I did this morning was to ring up our local hemophilia consultation to find out what they thought about my taking the vaccine. Can you guess what their answer was?
Yes, right on: They advised me to take it.
The lady attending me on the phone wouldn’t even listen to my concerns. She was obviously annoyed at the sheer amount of people ringing up this consultation’s phone number this very morning. — It had taken me a while to get through to them, so I imagine how the wires, as well as the people at the end of them, were all heated up.
Nevertheless, I certainly think I am well-advised not to get myself into accepting the Astrazeneca vaccine without further ado. So, my aim is to be closely monitored during the process. Easy thing?
How come (some?) health professionals do not take me seriously?
How come “they” expect me to comply with whatever the advice might be on a given day, and not be suspicious of having to face personal consequences in the long run? In my case, personal consequences could mean anything from having a thrombotic event to an embolism, in case this vaccination should wreak havoc in my system.
As I already mentioned above, the last time I trusted a doctor with something very, very important to me, i.e. a baby in my womb, it all went wrong. As a matter of fact, it actually went wrong twice, once in 2002, and again in 2009.
It went wrong, because the gynecologists treating me at the time did not have any knowledge of the nature of my underlying medical condition to know that they had to offer me treatment with anticoagulants once I had got pregnant.
The trust I placed in doctors back then is no more. Still, because we are in the middle of a pandemic, being on the phone to the lady in the clinic today made it blatantly obvious to me that — once again — I am really just some overly concerned patient to “them” bothering “them” on a Monday morning. Thankfully enough, I got to speak to someone who was more inclined to helping me with my concerns.
However, this morning’s experience made one thing very clear:
I really am supposed to trust doctors all over again, doctors who are publishing guidelines and advice based on — as yet — very fuzzy and flimsy data one day, only to revoke it the next, or the week after, due to new findings. — Work in progess!
Since losing two pregnancies, I have had a myriad of bad things happening to me on account of having trusted doctors. Among these was another miscarriage, but that one was not actually due to the genetic disposition I have. It would take way too long to get into detail of this or the other incidents, so I will not do so at this point in time.
What I am doing, however, is to make use of my right to receive medical monitoring. And I am planning on sharing this with you, today being the start of that. After all, I have to sign a form agreeing to “them” contracting out of liability.
Therefore, monitoring me during the course of getting the vaccinations done is the least “they” can do for me, and, quite frankly, should have offered me without asking for it. The sad thing is that I have to take this action into my own hands. There is room for improvement in this health care system.
Wouldn’t you agree?
My thoughts on 15 March of the year 2 #P.C. (Post Corona)
Sue
