When I finally woke up, I had an EKG on my chest, an IV in my arm, and an oxygen mask on my face.The associate dean of my school was next to me and told me what had happened. I couldn’t believe it. I could barely talk or move, and I thought there was a chance that I was dreaming. When I was in the ICU, I had nurses keep asking me who I was and when I was born and all of these things. During that time, I was drifting in and out of seizures and they were worried that I might have brain damage. The neurologist came up to me and had me do strength tests where I had to lift my arms and legs and push them against their hands. The first three days, my only goal was to just lift my arms and legs until I could touch their hands.
The nurses came to me and said that I was going to have an MRI to see if something was in my brain. Part of me didn’t want to believe that a tumor was there, but another part was hoping that there might be something, because if it was, then at least they could cut it out and my misery might stop. Instead, it came back normal, yet again. I was actually very unhappy about it, because then it was just more proof that this was a symptom of damage caused by the vaccine.Next, the neurologists hooked me up to an EEG monitoring unit to see if they could record abnormal brain activity. This would be my third EEG in 5 years. My previous 2 had come back normal just like the MRI’s I’d taken and I didn’t think that they’d find anything.. however, this time was very different.
The first night, I had 9 recorded seizures, the second night 7, and the third Night/day I went catatonic/static. The scariest thing was, I had no idea any of this was happening. All I knew was that every time I woke up a doctor was there asking me who I was, where I was, the date, and where I lived.Then, on Friday I woke up again to these same questions. I knew who I was and where I was, but when I was asked the date, I told them it was Thursday. That is then I was told it was Friday. The neurologist asked me if I knew who he was and I said that I hadn’t seen him before. He then told me that he had been with me all Thursday and that I had been static.
At that point, all I thought of was, Oh My God. This neurologist had pulled me out of static with a toxic dose of a powerful anticonvulsant medication called Dilantin. Because of this, I couldn’t see strait, I talked with broken English, and I couldn’t walk. When I was given a cognitive test, I failed miserably. My IQ was shit, and yet I felt pretty optimistic. I found out I was on the same drug as the one given to sedate the mental patients in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. However, for me, it was being used in its appropriate context to control seizures. Regardless, it had the same effect and I was actually in a pretty good mood the entire time. Yet, every time the doctor saw me that week, he’d leave the room and tell the nurse right outside the door that I was still toxic and to keep lowering the dose of medication.
My IQ was worthless but my hearing was fine. I knew I was toxic, but I didn’t care. I also accrued over $193,000 in medical expenses. The only thing keeping from going bankrupt was health insurance. Sometimes I think the ones who should be suing the vaccine companies are the insurance providers. Over the next 5 days, as they lowered the dosage of the drug, my eyesight, speech, and cognition came back without having any more more seizures. The next week, I finally left the neurology unit for inpatient rehab and was discharged from there in 3 days.
