Last evening a disparate group of mobile home owners chewing the fat and supping a favoured brew, two couples recently acquainted discovered they had shared a doctor at a North Canterbury medical practice and were bemoaning his sudden departure and early retirement when the mRNA mania descended.
Apparently highly regarded and significantly missed in the community, it quickly became a reasonable notion the Doctor had departed more than likely due to the disquiet many health professionals had over the release of the “safe and effective” Phyzer experiment as a largely mandated treatment response to the escaped “Wuflu”.
Mindful of the growing disquiet over the as yet to be elaborated on “List of 1100 exemptions” now suggested against some harrowing cases where seemingly reasonable applications being declined, to witness, persons who having quite serious reactions to a first medical assault were declined exemption by none other than under puppet Bloomfields signature, the conversation reignited my clear conspiratorial theories, I am ever more certain could well become proven facts.
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My doctor, also from a North Canterbury practice, has also retired post-panic. A coincidence?
He can not be the same Dr because my ex-doctor was terrified of Covid. Just after the panic started I got fairly sick, Urine the colour (and close to the consistency) of brick, various aches, pains and a loss of appetite causing serious weight loss – the only thing I could eat for months was cucumber, plain or pickled.
When I went to the Dr about this (obviously not Covid19 illness) he arranged for another Dr to meet me in the carpark, the Dr wearing a full hazard suit.
After that it was a demand that a facemask was worn during consultations although often consultations were by telephone.
If I didn’t have Covid19 he didn’t want to know.
He retired almost immediately after the panic ceased.
Meanwhile my own disease (I call it Covid13) continued and only in the last month have I stopped passing blood.
I have, as of yesterday, lost 53+ Kg. Still a fat bastard but only 2/3 the man I was.
I wish your friends good luck finding a new doctor, mine still hasn’t been replaced and I’m stuck with a useless, lazy liar.
We live in a block of 4 units and our next door neighbour is a Phillipino Doctor who has not been allowed to practice in New Zealand. I think he starts `shadowing’ a NZ Doctor at HB Hospital for a month as start to his process of practicing in NZ any day now.
Seems a good guy and he and his wife are excellent neighbours.
Interestingly his wife is a Theater Nurse who has been working at the Hospital since the day they moved in.
Makes no sense to me.