On being microchipped
I have been following with interest the latest posts from Bill of the Sticker clan.
He has started a day by day report on the after affects of the Needle. Maybe I should do the same? In the interests of science of course?
Anyways, a while back I got a phone call. It was from Leanne, Doc’s receptionist, who is a Real Fine Thing [but that’s beside the point]. She said that Doc would be calling in to see us on his way home. This of course instigated a moment of blind panic on Herself’s part.
I should explain that two or three weeks ago I visited Doc to get some blood tests. My previous test had shown a marked overload of somethingorother that indicated a problem with the kidneys. This latest test was to see how that errant somethingorother was behaving. A week later I had phoned to see if the results were back and Leanne had said that Doc would phone me that evening. And here she was saying he was calling in instead.
Herself naturally assumed that the blood test had indicated something drastic and that Doc was calling to tell me in person that I only had days to live. She immediately started making plans for my funeral and demanding the codes for the bank accounts. She had reached the point where she was planning which old boyfriend she’d ask to move in when Doc arrived.
“Right” says he. “I’m here to do you both.”
“What?” says Herself.
“Your vaccinations” he replied.
Herself hid her disappointment well. She had been looking forward to life without me and now her dreams were being dashed.
“We talked about this before” says I. “I don’t trust the fucking things.”
“Well, I’m here now and the sooner we can get the numbers up, the sooner they’ll get over the madness.”
I thought about this for a moment. Sure, the worst that could happen is that the vaccine would kill us. Any long term effects would probably be masked by the aches of ageing and wouldn’t be that noticeable.
“Ah fuckit” says I. “Go ahead”.
So he made a great fuss, unwrapping syringes and little bottles and mixing up his little potions. He came over and wiped my shoulder with something cold.
He then repeated the process with Herself.
“Right” says he. “That’s it.”
“But I didn’t feel anything” I said. “Are you telling me I’m needled.?”
“Two more for the numbers”, he replied and started packing his stuff.
“What are you supposed to have given us?”
I asked if he was going to hang around as we had to be observed for a while to make sure we didn’t keel over, but he said he trusted us, whatever that meant. As he was leaving I remembered the blood test and asked him. He shrugged. All normal apparently. My somethingorother was absolutely grand.
After he had gone we started wondering about the immediate effects. Nothing. Neither of us had felt a thing. I waited for a feeling of love and adoration for Bill Gates to wash over me, but it didn’t. I checked my phone and it certainly wasn’t detecting 5G. No aches, no fevers, no nothing. There wasn’t even a mark where he was supposed to have injected us. Sweet fuck all. I then realised that the Pfizer yoke was the one they made the fuss about freezing. I thought it had to be stored in liquid Nitrogen or something and not just lugged around in a doctor’s case?
Had we been Needled?
Or was Doc just being his usual crafty self?
I had the Pizer. Slight ache left arm for a day or so, nothing else.
Weird. I didn't have so much as an itch. When he took my blood sample before, my whole elbow turned lovely shades of red and purple. I know it's a different kind of needle [into the vein and not the muscle] but still….
I knew mine was the Pfizor: it made my arm stiff
I don't know which one the wife and I got, but other than a sore arm for a day or so; no issues for either of us. On the other hand, our son and daughter in law were laid low for a couple of days.
I am so disappointed that most of my favourite bloggers have given into the propaganda.
So your Doctor turns up with a few hours notice (lucky you, here in the UK we’ve no chance) and you totally submit.
Hey BTW, better get your mask on next time you go to the coffee shop, as a non-vazzer, I will probably catch it from you.
And next on the agenda, grandchildren, oh and dogs and cats.
Ah! But this is the point. I objected but Doc had to obey orders from above. Did he actually inject or did he go through the motions to satisfy everyone? It's very difficult to tell with Doc. He's a great poker player.
Well done! Do you realise, that for all the comparison talk about 1984, and how our freedoms are being removed and the vaccine is here to kill us, Winston, broken down in the end, SUBMITS! and finds peace and comfort.
I had Pfizer Part 1 on 24th February. School lessons were online at the time, so, having heard tales of woe, I arranged to teach from home the following day. It was embarrassing, there were no after effects whatsoever.
I have the second jab next Wednesday. I shall be in school as normal the next day.
I remember a few posts back how you said how the doc was clued up. Keep up at the back.:-)
I was going to write a book based on my reaction to the vaccine. I started but it went like this:
Jan 25 – no after effects
Apr 27 – no after effects
It needs a bit of padding. Or maybe I'll have to think of another subject for my Great British novel. 🙁