Fighting my way back

 Four years ago, I couldn't walk without a cane.  Today, I'm a little weaker than I was before 2020, but nonetheless, I'm sufficiently healed to say I'm 100 times better than I was in April of 2022.  After COVID and then the damage done by the crappy shot, it felt like I had ALS.  The only reason I know the symptoms mimicked ALS is that I cared for my father for a couple of years, who died from it in 1990. 

Relentless pain all over my body with muscle spasms, partial loss of motor function, and muscle atrophy.  I couldn't even lift my own body weight off the couch, but hey, I'm sure it was all a coincidence, right?  

My doctor said it was gout and sent me packing.   

He was so offended that I would suggest the clot shot had anything to do with my complete physical collapse 72 hours after receiving it, that I must be a wild-eyed domestic terrorist.  Seriously, that's how Marxist California has become.  I never want to see that quack again.    

I went to another doctor, who suggested I have knee surgery and physical therapy for the symptoms caused by the shot.  Because they didn't have a cure for what was done.  She has since lost her license to practice medicine after killing a patient on the operating table.  Really competent over there.  

I never had knee surgery, and guess what?  It's fine today!  Yeah, it's still messed up from a motorcycle accident, but I'm not completely paralyzed like I was.    

Whatever the case might be, I'm fighting my way back from the brink of extinction, that's all I know.  I lost 95 pounds, kicked an addiction to pain pills, survived an attempt on my life, and moved away from those treacherous psychos.  Literally, cut everyone off, never to be seen or heard from again.  You wanna know what I'm up to?  Here it is.   Other than that, with friends like you, who needs enemies?  

I've got a lot to be thankful for what god has done.  

  

Thank God.      

Update:  I wrote about ALS because that's the only thing I had to compare my personal experience to.  Nobody ever bothered to try to figure out why a perfectly healthy man who could leg press double his body weight turned into a wreck within three days after the Saint Fauci shot.  It was Guillain-Barré Syndrome, in my opinion.  It's okay to diagnose yourself in this situation because there have been so many lies put out about the entire affair.  Of course, they didn't want to diagnose the problem as an adverse reaction, but refused me any type of treatment and excused it as psychological, which is inexcusable.  They lied about the shot. I think it's only right to seek an answer for my symptoms, and it led straight to GBS.  I've been recovering from that and other nightmares all at the same time, and people wanna know why I keep to myself.  There is your answer.     

The truth is, they don't want to know how many people they killed or adversely affected.