09-21-2021, 01:51 PM
I was chatting to a neighbour yesterday (Monday) who's partner had officially come down with what they call Covid-19.
He has diabetes and went into hospital for reasons she didn't elaborate, but her story regarding her boyfriend aligned
some of the weird events of RN members during their encounters with the Coof.
She's around sixty-years old and I'd guess her partner is about the same age.
The lady's daughter lives in Singapore and so, she and her partner had taken two vaccines each for travel reasons.
But she admitted she'd felt okay after a couple of days (ignoring the paranoia she first felt), but the jab didn't stop
her man coming down with... something.
He was hospitalised and she asked me if I knew what the procedure was when a patient is infected with the virus.
I said I did not and she continued to explain the the ordeal he went through. Please note, he didn't go into hospital
with the Covid, but was told he had it and so began the painful experience of what they laughingly call 'treatment'
At first -she explained, he was given oxygen through a tube that sat just below the nostrils and monitored his breathing.
Then later, the 'Space Helmet' was used, a large transparent sphere that is fastened below the shoulder blades and
at the chest area. She added that her partner still sports the scars from the device on his body.
At the front of the 'helmet' are two portals, round doors that when opened, are used to feed....
At this point, I thought she was going to say "feed him food and drink", but I was wrong. the sealed apertures were
there to 'feed him the medication'.
I found that odd as one would've thought any vaccine or other medicine would be administered via an IV drip that would
surely be there to save on administering individual injections like the jabs everyone outside a hospital receives.
Anyway, she resumed her tale with what she was disappointed in was how her partner endured what she called 'sensory
deprivation', the loneliness of being unable to communicate or even see the people who were supposedly looking after him.
He couldn't see skin -that she said he recalled. Every part of the nurses and doctors was covered and large lettering on the
front of their apparel indicated their names. Never at any time, did he hear anyone speak and he was never able to obtain
any reply to his belaboured requests to what was going on.
He once vomited into his Space Helmet and they didn't clean it up for a long time and he was forced to lay on the bed unable
to see outside of his bubble.
But there was another incident of the man's miserable tribulation he witnessed and this part really intrigued me.
If you had read my own interaction with what I suggested may have been the Coof, there was a moment when I thought that
somebody had entered my bedroom and -with me laying there totally paralysed (which I associated with a dream), injected
something into the side of my neck.
I now believe it was just a dream, but I know I was awake when it happened and didn't go to sleep until later.
If we accept that a certain amount of delirium comes with such an infection, my weird instance and what the woman later
described what her partner witnessed makes sense. It's all in the mind.
She told me her boyfriend saw the fully-wrapped individuals behaving in 'disjointed, robotic' movements, spasm-like arm
movements and other strange body contortions. He added that 'he thought they weren't normal'.
Remember, this is a sixty year-old woman who holds her position in her neighbourhood in high regard, relating that you
have a nutcase-of-a-partner who says he saw jerking nurses wandering around as he lay with a space helmet on his head,
isn't this best way to maintain one's status.
.................................
Today (Tuesday), I spoke to a middle-aged chap who lives nearby who regularly uses a local gym. As far as he's concerned,
this current scam-demic is just so riddled with inconsistencies, he's steering clear of hospitals and needles.
But he told me four of his friends from the fitness club have taken the injection almost a year ago.
One now has blood clots to his liver, one has been diagnosed with a blood clot to his brain and another is dead.
The fourth has related to my close neighbour that he's dealing with horrible nightmares that his doctor told him it was normal
after a vaccine.
So that's my tale -or should I say neighbours of mine, stories.
(And you wonder why I never leave my garden?!!)
He has diabetes and went into hospital for reasons she didn't elaborate, but her story regarding her boyfriend aligned
some of the weird events of RN members during their encounters with the Coof.
She's around sixty-years old and I'd guess her partner is about the same age.
The lady's daughter lives in Singapore and so, she and her partner had taken two vaccines each for travel reasons.
But she admitted she'd felt okay after a couple of days (ignoring the paranoia she first felt), but the jab didn't stop
her man coming down with... something.
He was hospitalised and she asked me if I knew what the procedure was when a patient is infected with the virus.
I said I did not and she continued to explain the the ordeal he went through. Please note, he didn't go into hospital
with the Covid, but was told he had it and so began the painful experience of what they laughingly call 'treatment'
At first -she explained, he was given oxygen through a tube that sat just below the nostrils and monitored his breathing.
Then later, the 'Space Helmet' was used, a large transparent sphere that is fastened below the shoulder blades and
at the chest area. She added that her partner still sports the scars from the device on his body.
At the front of the 'helmet' are two portals, round doors that when opened, are used to feed....
At this point, I thought she was going to say "feed him food and drink", but I was wrong. the sealed apertures were
there to 'feed him the medication'.
I found that odd as one would've thought any vaccine or other medicine would be administered via an IV drip that would
surely be there to save on administering individual injections like the jabs everyone outside a hospital receives.
Anyway, she resumed her tale with what she was disappointed in was how her partner endured what she called 'sensory
deprivation', the loneliness of being unable to communicate or even see the people who were supposedly looking after him.
He couldn't see skin -that she said he recalled. Every part of the nurses and doctors was covered and large lettering on the
front of their apparel indicated their names. Never at any time, did he hear anyone speak and he was never able to obtain
any reply to his belaboured requests to what was going on.
He once vomited into his Space Helmet and they didn't clean it up for a long time and he was forced to lay on the bed unable
to see outside of his bubble.
But there was another incident of the man's miserable tribulation he witnessed and this part really intrigued me.
If you had read my own interaction with what I suggested may have been the Coof, there was a moment when I thought that
somebody had entered my bedroom and -with me laying there totally paralysed (which I associated with a dream), injected
something into the side of my neck.
I now believe it was just a dream, but I know I was awake when it happened and didn't go to sleep until later.
If we accept that a certain amount of delirium comes with such an infection, my weird instance and what the woman later
described what her partner witnessed makes sense. It's all in the mind.
She told me her boyfriend saw the fully-wrapped individuals behaving in 'disjointed, robotic' movements, spasm-like arm
movements and other strange body contortions. He added that 'he thought they weren't normal'.
Remember, this is a sixty year-old woman who holds her position in her neighbourhood in high regard, relating that you
have a nutcase-of-a-partner who says he saw jerking nurses wandering around as he lay with a space helmet on his head,
isn't this best way to maintain one's status.
.................................
Today (Tuesday), I spoke to a middle-aged chap who lives nearby who regularly uses a local gym. As far as he's concerned,
this current scam-demic is just so riddled with inconsistencies, he's steering clear of hospitals and needles.
But he told me four of his friends from the fitness club have taken the injection almost a year ago.
One now has blood clots to his liver, one has been diagnosed with a blood clot to his brain and another is dead.
The fourth has related to my close neighbour that he's dealing with horrible nightmares that his doctor told him it was normal
after a vaccine.
So that's my tale -or should I say neighbours of mine, stories.
(And you wonder why I never leave my garden?!!)
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