Would You Attribute Vaccines As a Cause of Death With My First Husband?

Vaccines Can Do Long Term Systemic Damage. It's Usually Ignored

Oh giving me a kiss in Toledo, Ohio

In motor vehicle accidents in the United States, there is often an assessment of who the “at fault” driver is in insurance payouts. In some cases one party is determined, or admits to, 100% fault for the accident. Many cases are not as clear cut as this, with fault being split 50/50 in some cases, assessed as 51% (the majority) in other states, and divided up 70/30, 80/20 or any other number based on the factors that led to the collision and state laws regarding this.

I don’t know what to say about my husband’s fatal motorbike accident in Thailand, but the construction company paid us quickly on the claim, even giving me a check (and taking photographs of it) before Oh’s 5 day funeral vigil was over. It was a quick settlement for 35,000 baht, perhaps $1300 USD, as the excavator was determined to be slightly out of its lane. I was not in any position to negotiate.

On the morning of August 9, 2018, my husband Oh was driving his motorbike alone through a construction area in Phuket on Thepkrassatri/highway 402 in which a ditch digger was situated at the turnaround as they were digging out a planned tunnel for the busy road. Traffic was backed up to one lane for the construction and being near 7 AM the road was busy with many people heading to work. For reasons unknown to anyone except Oh he decided to make a u-turn into the center lane, which put him directly in the path of the swinging excavator. He was not wearing a helmet and suffered a fatal head injury which almost certainly killed him near instantly.

You might be asking what this tragic event could possibly have to do with vaccines. I have the accident report and the death report there were a few dozen witnesses to the crash including someone on the road who was a friend of my husbands. Oh went to make a u turn and the excavator hit him. He was not incapacitated prior to the accident and this was not a “vaxxident” of any sort. But nobody knows why he made that u-turn. Based on his habit at the time of sometimes staying and drinking with his brother Ka and then heading back to our house in Laem Sai in the morning there was no known place that he was headed with this turn. I couldn’t think of any friends of his who were situated nearby the turnoff and if he had just been coming back to our house as he often did in the early morning he would have kept driving straight. Had he aimed for something that most people would try to avoid?

“No worries. I very smart about take care of you and Eliza. If I see I can make some accident I make sure you get money from insurance.” Oh had told me months before he died. He often talked of suicide and had been upset for years due to health problems that had left him unable to work a regular job and support us. That’s where it comes back to vaccines.

In early 2014 right before my first husband’s visa interview to come to the United States he was required to have a health check. They took some blood tests which did not find any diseases that would preclude immigration (HIV or hepatitis, if I remember correctly) or any drugs or issues with alcoholism. I was not allowed to be in the room for this health check. Oh had had several vaccines before this and he kept meticulous records which he brought to the medical check. Despite this he told me he was given three injections.

“One the syringe it so big!” He told me afterwards. When his medical records were opened by me after my husband came to America only two vaccines were listed as having been given to him: MMR (measles-mumps-rubella) and TDAP (tetanus-diphtheria-pertussis). Those medical records must be kept sealed until after crossing into the USA and at the time the examination could only be done by a very small select group of US Embassy authorized doctors. My husband had been fairly pro vaccine at the time and he never understood my odd obsession with not getting our younger girl jabbed.

I was not surprised that Oh consented to vaccines. He’d taken a whatever it takes attitude about coming to America with us the whole time and was at a bare minimum neutral about vaccination: if the doctor said so, then okay. I hoped he would be okay and did worry at the time. I also wondered later why he had been given TDAP again as I had at least two vaccine records of him receiving it in the 10 years prior. Besides him feeling a bit off for a few days at our hotel in Bangkok he didn’t seem to suffer any ill health effects at the time. My husband got his visa and came to the USA in the summer of 2014.

Little health things started coming up almost immediately, but they were hidden by the stress of permanently moving, sight unseen, to a country my husband had never been to before, along with a lot of general madness in my own family. My father died nine days after we moved to America, as just one example of many. There was a lot going on.

Despite this I can now think back and realize that Oh showed some ill health effects after his jabs that were not diagnosed until after we came to the USA. One was what was later diagnosed as IBS-D, which means irritable bowel syndrome-diarrhea. It’s a humiliating type of thing to any person with a bit of pride, as it means, at least in Oh’s case, that when you gotta go, you gotta go. Drop everything you are doing and go now to the toilet. My husband had that for months even before we came to America after his immigration jabs, but because he was embarrassed by the condition, he tried hard to hide it.

Oh’s health conditions snowballed on coming to the USA, which was blamed, of course, on him coming to the USA. He started developing this weird crusty skin condition in the winter of 2014-2015. Little red spots would appear all over his midsection, then they would dissipate leaving white crusty skin in the area. At its worst it looked like my husband had a whole body case of the measles. He had never before that had any type of skin condition in Thailand.

A dermatologist in Las Vegas diagnosed Oh in early 2015 with what he labelled gouty psoriasis. He thought it related to less sun in the winter months in the USA, leading to a vitamin D deficiency. This was perfectly reasonable, especially when combined with the dry desert air in Las Vegas that the dermatologist also mentioned perhaps inflaming Oh’s conditions. Treatments for this were all out of pocket and expensive, with vitamin D injections a little over $100 each time. They didn’t help that much and a corticosteroid cream was prescribed, which cost several hundred dollars (???!!). This was out of pocket of course. After the first round I looked up the active ingredients and found a generic substitute that came from India and cost about $30 for a one month supply. It worked just as well as anything else had, though it was painstaking work to apply the cream by hand each morning to each individual red spot on my husband’s back and forehead or any other areas the spots had appeared. None of this totally controlled the problem. During his worst flare ups Oh was embarrassed to go out in public over this.

My husband worked odd jobs in America first as a short term affair for a family that was renovating a Thai restaurant. He did a few jobs in the USA mostly in construction but nothing ever seemed to stick for more than a few weeks. He had problems and I started recognizing that he was drinking a lot of alcohol to self medicate for it.

This came to a head in Toledo, Ohio in the summer of 2015 when we were visiting my brother and my husband began throwing up and couldn’t seem to stop. We went to the emergency room and after some blood tests they said his triglyceride count was off the charts, around 3000 or something. They were sure that he had acute pancreatitis and needed treatment immediately.

The plasmapherisis caused my husband to crash and he was put in a medically induced coma for 10 days. He was in critical condition and nobody knew if he would live or die.

My husband made a point of telling me before he crashed that “If I die I want to be buried Phuket in Wat Prathong next to be father! Put my bones in the ground!” That was a mess but I did worry about the logistics if it would come to that. I posted a picture on facebook of Oh in the hospital with tubes going in and out everywhere. It was intended to catch the attention of his Thai family. His brother Ka pulled the straw for the best English.

He wanted to know what I would do with Oh’s body if he died. I sighed. “He say Wat Prathong. I bring back Thailand.”

This picture of my first husband on recovery is a huge improvement on where he was.

Oh pulled through, with an admonition from his nephrologist to never drink alcohol again under any circumstances and a laundry list of forbidden foods from beans to nuts to cruciferous vegetables.

On a follow up to that diagnosis in Las Vegas they diagnosed Oh with IBS-D. My husband had a pile of prescription pills in the American style of things. Some he refused to take after he had some bad reaction or other to them.

I began researching vaccine injury and realized that all three of his medical conditions had come about after his jabs to come to the USA. All three of his conditions were known to be adverse conditions from vaccines. I looked into detox products from zeolite to probiotics to prebiotics. Nothing seemed to help too much. He wasn’t willing to do an arduous cleanse for whatever reason. Perhaps he had too much faith in conventional medicine.

Nothing changed about my husband’s health condition on coming back to Thailand in early 2018, which sort of blew the everything happened because of the new air in the USA theory of doctors out of the water. The problem with not drinking for my husband was that alcohol is a painkiller, and he was always in a lot of pain. During his sober times he was popping maybe 2000 milligrams of tylenol (acetaminophin/paracetamol) per day and always needed massages and massage creams for his many aches and pains. Then he had a bad reaction to all the tylenol and I tried to switch him to aspirin. Then he went back to drinking.

Do I think that my first husband aimed for the excavator, as a suicide of sorts? Yes I do. We were having a lot of problems both before and on coming back to Thailand. Oh began drinking to an extreme, got a DUI in Thailand in February of 2018 and then maxed out his credit cards. He started hanging out with some seedy types on his return and I was sure he was getting into a drug called yaba in Thailand, which to my best understanding is a mix between heroin and meth. Thai expats can weigh in there. I never was into drugs. I do know that the stuff seemed to make my husband even more hotheaded and impulsive than usual.

Ka was informed immediately of the accident by the friend of Oh’s who had witnessed it. He came before his brother’s body was taken away. Police had found a small quantity of yaba in Oh’s pocket and his brother begged them to keep this fact off of the accident report. The police did so, which likely preserved the insurance payout.

I had a dream regarding Oh some weeks after he died. He was in a wheelchair in an abandoned alleyway in Bangkok. “The hospital is closed.” He said to me sadly in the dream, pointing to an abandoned ER sign. “Be careful the white man.”

I suspect that my husband’s last conscious thought before crossing to the other side was indeed “the hospital is closed.” The medical system could not help him any more, assuming that they ever did.

A lot of outsiders in both Thailand and America noticed that I hooked up with his brother Ka after my first husband’s death and were fast with their own theories of what had happened. “How do you know that Ka didn’t just bash Oh over the head with a hammer and then push his motorbike into a ditch to make it look like an accident?” My friend Matthew asked me bluntly months later. It would have taken Godzilla like strength to do that type of damage to my husband’s skull, for one thing.

If Oh had been arranging his own death, on the other hand, he had done so in a way that absolutely exonerated either me or Ka from playing any role in it. He died publicly with dozens of witnesses to the accident and we did indeed get an insurance payout as he had told me before. My first husband was in Phuket where he had already told me explicitly his wishes for burial, making funeral arrangements a snap. My mother and older daughter happened to be in Phuket at the time, and even the weather cooperated. Despite it being the August rainy season in Thailand we were greeted with five perfect days of weather for the funeral vigil. Hundreds of people visited.

But it didn’t have to be that way. Me and Oh had been having problems prior to his death, which accelerated on coming back to Thailand. Infidelity, at least on my side, played absolutely zero part in it. I had done rather the opposite of being unfaithful and had invoked a celibacy vow against my own husband when things started spiraling out of control. I wanted to separate. I did feel trapped in things, but for the sake of our daughter I wished nothing more than for him to be alive somewhere, perhaps as a tattoo artist in Nakhom si Thammarat as he had talked about with his friend Kuhn Poth, living his best life.

I remember the early days of our marriage when we were optimistic about building a new life together in America. Oh had issues. His health problems greatly handicapped him further. And though no doctor would ever tie it together, I believe that vaccines played a major role in that.

Sometimes the Ethical Skeptic posts charts related to all cause mortality. Something that bothers me is that he is too careful about excluding “non vaccine” causes of death like suicide, homicide, Covid, and accidents. I think that death is a complicated issue in every individual case. I wouldn’t take out any cause of death as automatically being NOT vaccine related. That’s giving up too much ground to the gaslighters.

Here’s a CDC chart of all cause mortality in the United States. There is a lag on reporting in the last several weeks, so the numbers are slightly lower than they will probably end up being. The red crosses indicate that deaths are above the expected threshold.

There’s been a lot of red crosses since the Ides of March 2020. And here I thought we did all this stuff to save lives. What should be obvious to anyone with a few IQ points is that whatever we’ve done is not helping! So why are we doing more of that?

So would you attribute vaccines as having any role in my husband Oh’s death? And how much? Maybe 10%? 20%? These things get complicated.

What I do know is that iatrogenocide has been thoroughly institutionalized. And regarding my husband Ka’s visa, let’s just say I already gave at the office.

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