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My last visit to a doctor was for a yearly checkup. They no longer did anything other than ask me had I thought about killing myself, was my sex life ok, do I want an Influenza shot, do I want a pneumonia shot, and you should be taking blood pressure and cholesterol pills because reasons and we don't care if it won't do anything for you because your condition is hereditary. Are you really sure you don't want viagra and antidepressants and pain pills?

They got rather unhappy that i didn't play ball with them on any of those, and I declined to schedule an appointment for next year.

But now, this new shot comes along and data is starting to get strange. I don't want it because I had the disease the natural way and it was a total non event other than some things now smell weird. Do I care? No.

Where is this going? Soon, I'll be at a point in my life where I'm told that I need MMR and Shingles and Tetanus again.

The medical industry has shown their hand, and I don't feel that I can trust any of them at this point. I've been called an anti-vaxxer because I don't want an EUA injection for something that's not even a concern for someone my age. (No, it wasn't approved in the USA, just a name-brand variant that isn't available yet.)

Do I plan on going to a doctor again? No.

I was called an anti-vaxxer. Well, congratulations. Now I am.

Whose fault is this? Well, mine for the decision. But I lay the blame (or praise) on the ones who called me that for making me really think about what all those shots do and what it means - and why I don't need any of them anymore.

Thank you.

My last visit to a doctor was for a yearly checkup. They no longer did anything other than ask me had I thought about killing myself, was my sex life ok, do I want an Influenza shot, do I want a pneumonia shot, and you should be taking blood pressure and cholesterol pills because reasons and we don't care if it won't do anything for you because your condition is hereditary. Are you really sure you don't want viagra and antidepressants and pain pills? They got rather unhappy that i didn't play ball with them on any of those, and I declined to schedule an appointment for next year. But now, this new shot comes along and data is starting to get strange. I don't want it because I had the disease the natural way and it was a total non event other than some things now smell weird. Do I care? No. Where is this going? Soon, I'll be at a point in my life where I'm told that I need MMR and Shingles and Tetanus again. The medical industry has shown their hand, and I don't feel that I can trust any of them at this point. I've been called an anti-vaxxer because I don't want an EUA injection for something that's not even a concern for someone my age. (No, it wasn't approved in the USA, just a name-brand variant that isn't available yet.) Do I plan on going to a doctor again? No. I was called an anti-vaxxer. Well, congratulations. Now I am. Whose fault is this? Well, mine for the decision. But I lay the blame (or praise) on the ones who called me that for making me really think about what all those shots do and what it means - and why I don't need any of them anymore. Thank you.

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I've loved ones that took it and I'm worried about the microscopic blood clotting.

My doctor is actually fine about no vax and he prescribed me Ivermectin upon my request.

He wasn't wearing a mask and neither was I.

Now the female toe doctor, that's another story.

Doctor: We're going to have to take that toenail off.

Me: Wait, where'd you get that weird last name?

Doctor: Well my folks this, and my folks that, and blah blah.

Me: Okay. But do you want to take the toenail off now? Like as in RIGHT NOW?

Doctor: Yes I will shoot the toe with painkiller and yank it off (the nail not the toe) and you won't even need any pain pill scrips or anything.

Me: Forget it then, I did want some pain pills. (Just kidding I didn't say that. I said I wanted some Xanax. Kidding again.)

Doctor: Well? You're wasting my damn time. (Kidding again, but she wasn't as attractive as I had been hoping but that is beside the point.

Me: I don't think so, maybe some other time.

Doctor: Okay here's my card, lemme know. (More importantly, the receptionist was actually pretty fine you feel me but again that is beside the point.)

The End.