Went to a party a few weeks back and started hearing about people coming down with coof from the party. 7 days after the party almost everyone in my family comes down with coof. Meaning, some took the test and it came back positive. Is coof just a bad flu? A death virus? A cold? Fake? Real? None of that matters for my story, I'm just going to share my experience.
I was the oldest and most out of shape person at the party, most of people at the party were unvaxxed and younger than me by 8+ years. There was only one person older than me. All the young people (under 40) got sick for about a week and then were fine. Some of the 20 somethings were done being sick in a few days. Me and the other older person got sicker.
Whatever the coof is, I ended up watching hundreds of videos on the subject out of boredom while sick. I learned that it works in stages. Stage one is a fever with flu like symptoms. This part wasn't so bad, I snickered at how little it bothered me and was so happy I didn't get the death jab. This is the only stage all the younger people only experienced this. For me and the other older person we hit stage 2, a really bad cough. The cough plus fever sucked, but it was bearable. This is where the other older person stopped, stage 2. They suffered for about 2 weeks and started feeling better. The other older person was in much better shape than me. So basically the coof was a mild inconvenience for the young people and a shitty two week flu for a older healthy person. Then there was me...
I went into stage 3. This is where you have this little oxygen sensor thing you stick on your finger and figure out something isn't right. Oxygen levels are supposed to be between 95-100%, mine was showing between 91-93%. Didn't know what this meant at first but I started noticing a weird phenomenon, I couldn't sleep. Every time I was about to doze off, it's as though someone or something would kick in me in the head or jerk my body back awake. This lasted for about 3 days until I knew something was really wrong when I become incredibly weak. I couldn't walk up the stairs in my house. I broke down and went to the hospital.
They put me through the usual hoops and I asked the doc why I couldn't sleep, he used a word called hypoxia. I told him that I just wanted to sleep and if there was anything he could do for me. He said there was nothing and I was the billionth person he had seen crying about the same problem. He kept me there for 5 hours and said I was right on the line for needing oxygen but decided I should just go home and suffer, which I did.
At home I watched more and more videos about the coof, as I no longer slept. I learned that if I go on oxygen and that doesn't work, then it's the ventilator and most likely a wretched horrible death. I felt horrible every second, a type of horrible that I have never experienced. Not having a lot of oxygen made me feel light headed and just incredibly weak. The fucking cough wouldn't stop and the 102+ fevers almost never broke. My whole body was against me, not just my lungs, but I could barely eat, my piss looked like foam no matter how much pedialyte or water I would drink. I would just sit there hour after hour suffering miserably. No sleep, no rest, just misery. This went on for an entire week after the initial fever/flu week.
Just today is my first time using a computer again, I only had the energy to sit and stare at the tv before this. I still don't know if I'm going to be alright. I don't know if I'll recover. I don't know what happens next, but I'm terrified.
I am 100% against forced jabs. I don't know if the jab kills slowly or fast or how much suffering is involved in a jab death. I don't know anything, but I do know this, being older and out of shape, if that jab even had a 10% chance of making not feel the way I did for the last 2 weeks, I would take it. I know this website is not the place to talk about this kinda of stuff, as I'll just be labeled a kike glownigger trying to trick all the goyim, but for what it's worth I wanted to share my story. If you are old, fat, out of shape, or have some sort of secondary issue, do whatever you can to protect yourself, even the death jab. I didn't even believe in the coof until I got it. Even after the first week I laughed it off, but when you are staring down that doc and he says, "well, your fucked. Now go home and die a miserable death" until I realized that whatever this thing is, it's definitely real in the sense that some sort of flu that kills unhealthy people is going around and if you don't want to die a miserable death, you may want to get the jab. Sorry if the jab kills you, maybe a jab death is less painful. All I'm saying is that you don't want what I just had, it's an unbelievable pain.
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