Oops, Did We Just Kill Granny?
August 27, 2022
Last Christmas, 3 days before, I was told get the vax or no Christmas with anyone including the babies. The worst Christmas of my life. There was nothing. I had stood fast for about 6 or 7 weeks then crumbled. Presents simply sat unwrapped on the table. The loneliness was killing me so I weighed it out ~ my grandkids' need for me... and mine for them... and placed them at the top of the list. There is a very deep resentment inside of course. When I mentioned a clot I had sneezed out just like the ones we read about, I was shut down and told if I had a concern to call 811. Two weeks ago they vaxxed my grandbabies and foolishly believe if there is no problem after, everything is fine. Sigh. Not very bright for otherwise intelligent folk but they really believe the party line completely. Had I even made a noise of disapproval, all war would break out. I have pretty well given up on them.
So, yes, Grandma took the vax. They do not get it and never will. Sis-in-Law is a retired surgeon and she ran a vax centre; no speaking to her about it. My doctor of 27 years just told me how happy his mom was with taking them. Like I wanted to scream, not one thing I said was listened to, rather my sources questioned and after a quick Google search they would be trashed.
What fascinates us is that now our children accept that we may have known something (we tried to warn them), but they aren't willing to say they made a mistake. We refuse to say, "I told you so." Their choice is too painful for that.