My 2nd Covid Jab

I never wanted the vaccine anyway. I never believed the lies.

But I sacrificed my principles to make it possible to go on the expensive holiday we had booked. The holiday that required we had been fully vaccinated.

The first jab was pretty much event free. I don’t even remember a sore arm. Weirdly, after several months of potential exposure to Covid with no sign of the disease, a week later I caught it — and found myself isolated in my room.

The symptoms weren’t that bad. I’ve had worse flu.

Three days ago I had my second jab. Again pretty much event free. At least until 4 pm the next day, when all of a sudden it started:

Pains in the body, everywhere; chills; the surface of the skill hot; muddled thinking; an inability to move.

Even now it is hard to raise my arm.

This is not like the flu. It is something else completely. Almost like I have been poisoned. Like I have toxins running through my veins.

I wonder what I may have done to myself. I wonder what trauma I have put my body through. I wonder what the unforeseen consequences may be in the future.

I wonder that they wanted to give this to my kids.

Of course, I know you are not allowed to subscribe to such views. Even good friends who I respect faithfully utter the party line:

“My symptoms are less because I had the vaccine”.

That sounds like bollocks to me.

But here’s my get-out clause. My pacifier.

I don’t believe anyone really knows the truth. I think we are all just finding out. I just hope we all get to make decisions that align with what we believe, rather than being coerced through incentives, or entrance rules to nightclubs and countries.

That is what I believe.