Strokes in 30-Year-Olds

Hi, my name is Yvonne, I worked for St John for 13 years. I was in the medical alarm sector. I was in the community working with the vulnerable, and elderly.

At the beginning of the covid alarm bells being  rung world wide, I was thrown into trying to understand  what was really happening. Nothing that was been said on the TV by the media and politicians added up. I had this deep conviction that there was something dodgy about the covid fiasco. Everyone parroted the same words, everyone on our TV and internationally. It was too cliché, all the same script. I was nervous from the start.

Then I heard the push for vaccines. I’m not a fan of drugs. Shortly after the push, I witnessed patients with different effects straight after the vaccine. TIA’s, mini strokes, presenting in 30 yr Olds. Paralysis the day after the jab. I saw people start to stutter after the jab, migraines and heart attacks in 30 yr olds. That was the in the first few months. My brain was screaming. “What the hell are they pumping into people?” That was it for me, I was not having this thing in my body.

Then the mandates. I had to stand at the door and talk to sick people with a mask on. Well they were struggling to stand up, let alone understand what I was saying. Craziness. Sick people in the cold, can’t understand if they can’t hear well. I rebelled and went inside to first do no harm to my patients. How grateful they were for someone with compassion and common sense. Which is what the whole covid saga lacked. My mental health was pushed to the wall, as I wrestled with whose agenda was being FORCED on us. It wasn’t Jacinda, although she chose to be their puppet. It was WHO. No longer working for the good of the people, but for Big Pharmac.

The lockdowns were terrifying. I wasn’t able to go out to my clients. Instead I had to ring them. All day long, I made up to 60 calls a day. Listening to broken, lonely and frightened people. I was determined to ring them. I wanted to make sure that they were OK mentally. They were isolated sick and just in despair. Lockdowns kept me from my son and his family. It didn’t keep me from my neighbour’s, because I didn’t believe the rhetoric.  I visited, rang and made meals for lock ins. I meet people in the park that were terrified. We found strength in meeting and talking and praying. We kept each other alive. Defying all the scare mongering.

Then I got threatened with the vaccine or my career. Well after all I had seen and lived through it was a clear decision. No vaccine. There would be a job of some kind that I could do. I was broken though. There was just one day when I sat in my room and looked out at the trees and thought, “I could tie a rope to the trees and just swing out. This nightmare would all be over for me.” I knew that all of the people that I had listened to, all of their nightmares had taken a toll. Then I was facing my own nightmare and it all seemed just too much to bear. I had a friend that I phoned, that I went to instantly. I cried, the kind of cry that comes from so deep within that no one else will understand unless they have been in the blackest hole, alone. That’s what the covid years did for me. We were threatened with food shortages, and unsure of when we could see children and grandchildren again. My friends son got married and she wasn’t allowed to go.

I love this country, and I never would have dreamed that we would become a communist state. But we did. That was the most terrifying truth. It was that easy for Comrade Jacinda to let it happen. And all the politicians sat on their bums in unison. Scum, just scum. They don’t want the truth about what they did to us, because they are all guilty. They sat silent, when we were screaming and living our hell. They still are selling us out. Time to come clean. You hurt us, good solid Kiwi families. We are still being hurting. My son in law still has his jab injury. A weakened heart chamber. Permanently damaged, 2 weeks after his jab. He is now 35 and drags himself through work with fatigue.  Wow, first do NO HARM.

I’m still angry at the politicians and their ivory tower that they hid themselves in. I still want them to be accountable for the damage. I still want them to apologise publicly for the harm that they caused and are still causing. Our death rate is 17% higher post covid jabs. The elephant in the room.