Recently I've discovered that people don't like to hear my opinion regarding the Covid-19 vaccine.
It was a shock to me because I'm such a nice guy.
After writing about it on social network, I've been called an idiot, a Trump supporter (WTF? How is that even related?), and other insulting nicknames.
What's my take on Pfizer and the vaccine?
Before continuing, I want to stress that I'm not turning my blog into a crusade for/against the Covid-19 vaccination.
My blog focuses on my life and experiences. It's not about preaching or telling others what they should do. That's also the reason why I rarely write about veganism.
As regards Covid-19 vaccination:
I was vaccinated twice and received the booster a few months ago. However, I'm not going to do it again.
Four weeks ago, at a family gathering, my two brothers explained why neither they nor their kids have been vaccinated.
My brothers are older than me.
One of them is a dentist, and the other is an electrical engineer. They are brilliant and educated hence why I've found their arguments compelling.
I was left with more questions than answers.
But that wasn't the reason why I've decided never again to get a Covid-19 vaccine.
What has changed my mind?
On researching this topic to understand more, I re-discovered a shocking truth that I'd forgotten.
Pfizer is most likely the leading cause of my neurological damage. It made me 30% disabled three years ago (before Covid).
I've already written about it a few times in my blog.
My release papers from the E.R. state it clearly: Pfizer is more than likely to blame for what has happened to me.
I'm not the only victim.
Hundreds of thousands have probably suffered from the same neurological damage as mine or worse, probably because of Pfizer…
... but Pfizer denies any responsibility.
Why did I agree to be vaccinated in the first place?
Was it because I'm a stupid bottom?
I admit I can sometimes be silly and reckless, but that has nothing to do with my choice to receive three shots from Pfizer.
Three years ago, after what had happened to me, I thought of suing Pfizer.
But then I realized I'm just one person against a billion-dollar corporation. And so, I tried to work with the Ministry of Health to warn others.
I've had every reason to believe they were going to listen to me.
All the neurologists I've spoken to have confirmed that they see many cases like mine, most of which are probably related to damage caused by Pfizer.
Sadly, I realized that the health authorities were interested neither in my case nor the documents regarding my condition.
The latest email from the Ministry of Health stated they would inform doctors about the potential neurological risks, but I knew they would do nothing of the sort.
That notion left me emotionally devastated.
I decided to forget about Pfizer and focus on rebuilding my life.
I buried what Pfizer had done to me and sealed it in the corridors of despair deep inside my brain.
However, two weeks ago, while searching for information about the vaccine, my memories resurfaced.
I remembered how evil Pfizer is and how they have wronged my life and my body. I'd rather slit my throat than use any of their products ever again.
I'm not trying to advise you on what to do or convince you.
Whether you believe me or not is totally up to you.
I'm only telling you about my experience and that Pfizer ruined my life once.
And I won't let them do that to me ever again.
Six months later I began this blog. My first article was about adjusting to my new state of disability.
I reread it yesterday and decided to share it again:
24.4.2019 - God, War and Demons
Here are some of the things that are on my mind nowadays:
God Of War
How is God Of War connected?
The God of War video game series is one of my favorites.
I've played all the games a few times. It's also one of the things that I can no longer enjoy because of my disability.
It was one of the examples that I used while explaining my condition to a cute guy from the States.
Before he asked me about my disability, we'd wanked together on Skype.
He shot tremendous amounts of semen while looking at my smooth fuck hole.
After he'd cleaned himself and I'd swallowed my seed as I always do, we kept on talking.
He asked me if it was OK to chat about my brain injury. I hesitated a bit since I'm not particularly eager to discuss it.
It's challenging enough to deal with my demons when I'm alone. And even more so when I go to bed (which I was about to do).
He had a sweet smile and a gorgeous-looking (now soft) cock. I also appreciated that he was interested in talking with me even after he'd emptied his balls.
Therefore I replied: "Sure, what would you like to know?"
He asked: "I couldn't tell that you are disabled. You look sexy and healthy to me. How did your brain injury affect you?"
I answered: "Apart from the five extra pounds I gained because of the meds?"
He smiled: "Five extra pounds? I'd trade my body for yours any time!"
He was still waiting for a more concrete answer. After I'd given him a few examples, his reaction was, "Oh shit, that sucks."
He never contacted me again.
He must have felt ashamed for asking me, or maybe he didn't want to deal with my grief and anger.
There was one thing, though, that I forgot to tell him: I can no longer play God of War (or similar titles).
Why is that?
My hand-eye coordination isn't as fast as it used to be.
My head gives the order to my hand, but there's a 2-5 seconds delay before my hand reacts.
The same thing happens when I need to slow down while driving.
It's so frustrating.
In the game, I know I need to press the joystick button to avoid the next obstacle or jump a ledge. However, by the time I do it, it's too late, and I'm dead.
At first, I wasn't going to give up. I was determined to force my mind to function as it used to.
I've started playing "Dante's Inferno" which is similar to God Of War.
Sadly, I got stuck on the fourth level.
At that level, there's a puzzle which involves jumping and avoiding moving targets. Before my neurological damage, it would have been an easy challenge.
But that was no longer the case.
Even though I kept failing, I wasn't going to give up:
I tried at night.
I tried in the morning.
I tried when I was horny.
I tried right after shooting my load.
I still failed every time!
I remember my last attempt quite well.
It was two weeks ago, just after waking up. I felt fully awake but I'd had two cups of coffee to help me stay focused.
I was naked, as I always am indoors.
I was determined to get beyond that level and I tried for two hours with similar results.
Finally, I put my joystick down on my lap and cried.
I probably cried for 10 minutes, perhaps 15. I felt tired, exhausted, humiliated, and very sad.
The next day, I returned to the movie room. My Playstation was still on, and I could hear the title music playing.
Hearing the music was painful because I knew it was the last time I would listen to it for the rest of my life.
I put the game away in the storage cabinet. I knew that I would no longer be able to play those kinds of games ever again.
But then I remembered what the neurologist had told me a week after my injury:
"You should focus on what you still have and not on what you have lost."
It's a lesson I should keep repeating to myself.
Every day, for the rest of my life.
That's how I ended that blog post 2.5 years ago.
Nowadays I can also add: "I should focus on what I have gained."
I have a wonderful boyfriend who loves and protects me.
I know that I'll never be the same person I used to be since I'm disabled and there's no cure.
But with Felix, my loving family, and my friends, I have come back to life.