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‘It’s just’ an injustice


Every day we are republishing the personal accounts of those who have been injured by the Covid-19 vaccines in the hope of  forcing the issue to MPs’ attention; to prick their consciences, and make them aware that it is their duty to see that this gross injustice is rectified at the very least through a reformed and responsive compensation scheme, and also, importantly, through the removal of the vaccine manufacturers’ indemnity. Today’s article was first published on May 26, 2023. 

WHO am I?  Does anybody care?

I’m a mother, a wife, a sister, a friend. I’m a living being with hopes, dreams and emotions, so why have I become an ‘it’s just’?

‘It’s just’ because you already had dysautonomia. ‘It’s just’ one of those things that happen but rarely, ‘it’s just’ that nobody knows what’s going on as it’s all so new.  ‘It’s just’ a coincidence it happened at the same time.  ‘It’s just’ anxiety, ‘it’s just’ menopause, ‘it’s just’ temporary . . .

Every one of these ‘it’s justs’ have been said to me over and over since my reaction to the Covid vaccine.

It’s just not true and it’s just not good enough.  I’ve suffered for two years now: mast cell activation syndrome, neuropathy, crippling head pressure, huge fluctuations in blood pressure, fatigue, brain fog and many more symptoms. I have been gaslit, dismissed and even sniggered at when I state that my symptoms all started after my one and only vaccination with one neurologist stating: ‘You have two choices here – small side effects from the vaccine or possible death from Covid.’ I felt utterly abandoned and discarded. 

In between the ‘safe and effective’ and the ‘told you so, serves you right’ narrative I and many others are suffering.  It’s a long and lonely road being vaccine injured. It’s frightening, life altering and anxiety inducing. I am incredibly grateful to have found many people with injuries for their support and empathy, for the sharing of information and for making me feel less alone. Life has become small since my health declined but our injured community hold me up with virtual hugs and positive thoughts every day.

Why is the onus on me to prove I am injured? If I am constantly dismissed by health professionals, how will these reactions ever be recorded?  Surely it’s good science with a new pharmaceutical to assume cause and work backwards.

I am based in Ireland where we have no vaccine injuries compensation scheme. Our government has promised one for over 20 years now but it’s constantly kicked down the road. The injured are forced to take legal cases against the state. Getting medical notes independently reviewed by consultants costs between €2,000 and €6,000. Apart from the expense there’s the stress and time involved, and we have to do this while being chronically ill. 

When Covid started we were told we were all in this together, flatten the curve, support the health system, protect the vulnerable. We did that, we did what was asked of us, we obeyed the rules. Where are the people who were in this with us? The world has moved on from Covid, which is great, but the injured are still locked down in Covid hell.

Is this just?  I’m not an ‘it’s just’ but I am living an injustice . . .

The UK CV Family support group for the vaccine injured and bereaved can be contacted here. 

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