Midweek Memes

So earlier today, Wednesday September 25, 2024, me and my husband were waiting on the results of tests on the 15th floor of Bumrungrad Hospital in Bangkok, Thailand. There was a white man with a Thai lady and a baby in a stroller seated just a few chairs over in the waiting room. As the man spoke to a nurse his voice carried over to me in an unmistakable twang of Appalachia. He was born and raised as American as Apple Pie. You don’t develop that dialect from boarding school in Sussex.

“My health has been terrible since I got those Covid shots. I got rheumatoid arthritis and a heart condition. My parents both got the vaccine and they died.”

“I understand.” The nurse said breezily. “But the US government says your wife must have the Covid vaccine. It is required by the US Embassy for her to go to the United States. We have Pfizer here she can get.”

I want you to rewind that conversation in your head a few times. Make it make sense. Rewind it again. And again. The man said my parents are dead and I have been irreparably injured by this “vaccine.” The nurse said she understood and then explained why his wife needs to get the potentially lethal injection anyways. If that doesn’t summarize the just following orders banality of evil, I don’t know what does.

The American man became more agitated as the now two nurses began talking to his wife in Thai language about how she needed this vaccine to go to the USA. “I trusted the government!” The man said loudly. “Now I have a heart condition and my parents are both dead! I know people in their 30’s and 40’s who have had heart attacks! All since that Covid injection!”

“Okay ka. But the US Embassy say she must get the Covid vaccine.” I looked at the baby boy sleeping in the stroller, the man with his cane, and his younger and still vital Thai wife. He couldn’t afford to lose her.

One of the nurses turned her attention to me and my husband then. As the dreaded antivaxxers we’ve outed ourselves to be this scene just a few chairs over obviously had caught my attention, along with that of many other people in the waiting room. “The doctor will see you soon at counter A.” One of the masked nurses said nervously, leading us towards another area away from the scene of this outburst. The man’s Thai wife seemed to be nodding in acquisance at the information sheet placed in front of her regarding the vaccines required for immigration. It’s just one little prick and then the nightmare will be all over, they seemed to be saying as she nodded.

I wondered as we were led to a new waiting area how many scenes like that had played out in this exact area of this hospital where the all important panel physician check for a visa to come to the United States was being conducted. Perhaps some good doctor swapped out the poison with saline or something benign, and perhaps the entire scene I had witnessed was performance theater, with the Thai wife having been clever enough to beg borrow or bribe her way out of the real jabs already. Or perhaps the doctors remain as hopelessly brainwashed, the nurses still willing to convince people to poison themselves, and the poor poor people stuck in the middle willing to hold their nose at the stench just to do anything to be together with their family.

“The doctor don’t come until 10:30.” The facemask clad nurse at the new counter waiting area informed me. “You can go downstairs. Eat lunch.” She pointed us towards the elevator doors. I looked back at the other waiting area where the American man and his Thai wife and baby were. Then I grabbed my bag.

“We eat lunch next.” I said to Ka as he followed me. “But I want talking to the man first.”

“Can.” My husband encouraged me.

Mike from West Virginia and his wife and son will be in my prayers. “I want to say that I agree with everything you said.” I told the man. “I’ve been dealing with it with my husband. But they will make your life hell over it.” We chatted for a short time regarding him trying to make his son an American citizen, yet another grueling process which I have also been through.

I pray that his wife does not destroy her health over our official’s plans to make life a living hell without submitting to their poisons. I pray that this experience is perhaps waking them up enough to not poison their baby son. When we returned after eating I did not see Mike and his wife and son again. Perhaps I missed them somehow, or perhaps they had walked out as we had done last October precisely over the Covid jabs. But without the cover of a compliant and trusting population how long can this charade sustain itself by force alone? Is this the way forward for public health? Making people’s lives a living hell until they agree to let the government put them out of their misery?

It’s a small wonder these people need to blow off some steam with wild sex orgies. I will never be able to rationalize this as okay.

It’s not just Americans spending the most on healthcare and having the worst performance. If you look at the chart and the one below you can clearly see a negative correlation between money spent on health and overall health and life expectancy in all of these developed countries. In short the more you spend the worse it gets, with America being super number one on both:

Is there not a better way forward for this whole system?
I’ve been forced repeatedly to embrace the suck. My feeling going into today was a dreadful sinking thought of “What new Hell awaits me this time?”

So my husband’s preliminary results came back and, for a change of pace, it was actually good news. Ka was having trouble producing sputum samples, which supposedly needs eight weeks to officially clear, but preliminary results have all come back negative on TB. We met with the lung doctor after they measured his vital sign basics. Ka’s blood pressure was 124/77. I am blown away by Thalang hospital trying to prescribe my husband a statin over a single reading of 137/78. His composite average is in line with very healthy readings. My husband’s BMI is 20.5, which is an extremely healthy range albeit slightly on the thin side. His resting heart rate was 73 beats, not bad. But the one note the lung doctor wrote down on the paper when he determined that my husband does not either need medicine or even another chest x-ray was my husband’s O2 saturation level, which was 99%.

I’m not a pulmonologist but I understand that Ka’s oxygen level in his blood would be almost impossible to clear if he had a serious lung condition which was affecting his breathing. By way of comparison my father, who did die of COPD, was once brought into the hospital with an O2 saturation level of 57% and doctors marvelled that he was still conscious and walking. 97%-100% O2 sat levels are in the very healthy range, with anything above 95% considered acceptable. People with long term lung conditions often have ranges between 80%-90%.

In short the maybe TB diagnosis looks like a load of BS. But that’s a price to pay for adamanatly refusing vaccines in this situation. It’s a pressure cooker like almost no other.

Perhaps I was meant to be there to share my small bits of advice with Mike and his family. Perhaps it was a helpful lead on building a path forward that does not involve forced injections. What would healthcare look like then? There would be less profit but perhaps you could keep your soul intact.

I still believe my family’s health is worth it. But boy do they make it hard:

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