My name is Cindy and I live in Brandford Ontario. I am 48 years old and a single mother of a teenage daughter. I am a long-term care worker who worked with the elderly. I was told that the COVID vaccination would be mandated in October and that if I did not comply, I would be let go and it would be recorded as abandonment of a job. I begged them not to make me get it and told them it was against the charter and many of my rights. They told me I would be fine.
On September 17 at 3:30 PM I had my first vaccination. I immediately had a metallic taste in my mouth and the back of my tongue swelled. They told me that was normal and sent me home. I was extremely tired and slept for nine hours. When I woke up my entire body cramped and I had full-blown convulsions for two days. The day after I had the vaccination I went to the hospital but felt like they did not take me seriously. I waited for six hours and the convulsions subsided a bit so I decided to go home and go to a walk-in clinic the next day. The next day I was still convulsing so I got a ride to the clinic.
At first they were going to turn me away, but eventually they did some blood work and told me it was my thyroid and sent me home. The next day I had more blood work done and they told me there was blood in my urine. I had more convulsions and my body shakes and jumps would not stop.
Four days after the vaccination I had blurry vision and then lost my sight for a day and a half. Medical professionals blamed it on muscle relaxants, but I have never been on them.
From the beginning my skin gets cold but it feels like hot lava is running through my arms. These symptoms seem to be predictive of a convulsion. On Thanksgiving, I had a five-and-a-half-hour convulsion. My heart rate was 200 beats per minute and I thought I was having a heart attack. I could not catch my breath. Paramedics were called and they questioned whether I was on meth. I was taken to the hospital and I sat in the waiting room for nine hours. I find that is what they tend to do. Leave me sitting in the waiting room or the hallway. I was told I needed to see a neurologist and was sent home.
I have had an MRI but they say it shows nothing. I think I have had a small stroke as my memory and speech are impacted.
I was taken to the hospital 15 times in the first two months. Since this started, I have had a CT scan, an MRI, blood work, a chest x-ray and an EEG.
I have had no diagnosis and have only worked seven days since receiving the
As I have no diagnosis I am not eligible for disability or employment insurance. I am now on welfare and have gone from earning $3000 per month to receiving $340 in welfare payments.
My doctor told me behind closed doors that if she said this was due to the vaccine, she would lose her license.
On one of the many trips to the ER while convulsing, a nurse stated to other staff, “she is vaccine injured”. I had my drivers license revoked and only just recently had it reinstated, but I cannot drive for long.
I saw a spiritual healer in Alberta and that helped with the convulsions for a while. But now I again get sharp pains in my head, have a constant dull headache and get convulsions. My muscles cramp right up and I can’t breathe.
I am so angry. After eight months the neurologist says it is stress. Still no diagnosis and nobody wants to help. The Government has told them not to help.
I have not received a second vaccination and will not. One was enough to ruin my life. I had worked so hard for my career. Prior to receiving the vaccination I was healthy and active. I was a workaholic and loved my job. My daughter and I like to go on road trips, go to concerts, go hiking, kayaking and floating in the river. Since the vaccination I have been bed-ridden for three months. The only thing that gave me hope was the truckers’ freedom convoy. I made myself get out of bed and I went to Ottawa with my daughter. We stayed for five days. I have come close to death so many times and have had to deal with depression because of what I have done to my daughter and I. My freedom family has given me hope and is my family now. My real family have turned their back on me and say I am making it all up.
I don’t trust medical staff. I had given up and I don’t want to live this way, but I have to go on.