I read, recently (sorry, no source** as I didn’t need to keep the info at the time – only just made a connection), that mercury is used in killed-virus vaccine preparation to kill the virus. Just one tiny snag – it doesn’t.
**It’s somewhere in the wilderness of mercola.com but I can’t find it again.
And that’s the connection that’s just clicked in my head, along with the fact that the flu vaccine has always given me flu. I’ve reported this to my GP numerous times, only to be rebuffed with “It can’t, the virus is dead!”. Well, sunshine, it appears it’s not as dead as you thought it was!
So, again this year, for this reason and several others which I’ve covered here in boring detail, I shall not be having the flu vaccine.
On a potentially more serious note, my GP has, yet again, prescribed the antibiotic Flucloxacillin (Fluc , hereafter), for my leg infection, despite the fact that he has done so more times than I can remember in the past few months, and it Simply Does Not Work.
The problem is that the hospital cultures a swab of the crap oozing from my leg, the results say try Fluc, and in a split second that result is carved in stone. What should happen is that he should go back to the Microbiology Lab, today, and say “Hey, guys, we’ve been here too often, it clearly doesn’t get the job done, what else have you got?”.
He used to be willing to do that – he refuses to now, insisting that I take the Fluc, but why should I take a potentially toxic drug that is of no benefit? It’s insane and actually puts my life in danger from septicaemia.
Fluc, I’m told, is related to Amoxicillin, which I’m currently taking from my own supply after another drug, prescribed by the same GP, Clarithromycin, damned near killed me over the weekend – major side effects include paranoia, hallucinations, and depression which, between them, almost drove me to kill myself.
I’ve been rather prone to suicidal ideation for some months – hardly surprising, the way I’ve been treated by doctors and how hard it’s been, and still is, to get effective analgesia – but I’ve never come closer than last weekend. And the drug can remain in the body for months, apparently, and continues to cause problems, which it’s doing in my case – when I get overtired the idea that I could easily end my suffering becomes immensely attractive. Luckily it’s also still scary enough to deter me. If that balance shifts away from scary, I’m screwed.
The PIL cunningly avoids mentioning depression by listing all the component parts separately – still adds up to depression for anyone familiar with it! Does the same with paranoia too. Trust me, this is a dreadful drug http://www.drugs.com/sfx/clarithromycin-side-effects.html and even though my life allegedly depended on it** I dumped it.
**Clarithromycin was prescribed after I was told I would die of septicaemia unless I agreed to go into hospital more or less immediately. I refused, because I have a vascular appointment on the 14th which I simply can’t afford to miss (I missed the last one when I was dragged out of here, unconscious and with a temp of 41C on August 27, and hauled off to Arrowe Park), but is this a good drug to inflict on someone you’ve just told is likely to die? From Drugs.com :-
Psychiatric side effects have included anxiety, behavioural changes, confessional states, depersonalization, disorientation, hallucinations, insomnia, depression, manic behaviour, nightmares, and psychosis during postmarketing experience. These effects usually resolved after discontinuation of Clarithromycin.
Anyway, having survived – and goddamn, but it was a close-run thing – I switched to Amoxicillin and have improved dramatically since Sunday. I am not, for anybody, and certainly not for someone who won’t fucking listen to me, going to give up that improvement to switch to Fluc, which I know from past experience will at best do nothing and, right now, might well cause me to relapse. I won’t risk that.
Hell, I daren’t risk that – a relapse could so very easily mean septicaemia. I still think my GP was motivated by the thought of getting an expensive patient off the books for a while and, hey, if he really got lucky, I actually would die and solve his problems, but the nurses, too, are concerned about the septicaemia risk, so I have to accept that it’s real.
And that’s what I don’t understand. On Friday my GP was telling me that unless I was immediately hospitalised I would probably succumb to septicaemia and die, but is now prepared to put me at risk by insisting that I take a drug which so far has failed to benefit me in any way whatsoever, a fact which has been reported and should be in my records.
Why would he do that? I can guess – and I really don’t like the inevitable conclusion that leads to.