No wonder so many people made the wrong decision (or were forced to under threat of losing their job or just BS coercion).

Anyone who has looked at the actual Pfizer trial safety data (more people died in the vaccinated group) and effectiveness data (an NNT of 119 with that one-in-119 only getting a symptom reduction) and the real world results (much worse due to the trial designers cherry-picking very healthy participants) would never get the vaccine (without coersion). This explains it all:

What conclusions can you draw from this interview by Sanjay Gupta?

1. Gupta doesn’t know even 10 months after the vaccine had been released, when the data was crystal clear from Israel and the US, that regarding the contagiousness of the disease, being vaccinated did not make you less likely to spread the disease and probably made you more likely to do so.

2. Gupta doesn’t understand the concept that if you have such a tiny viral load that you have no symptoms, you don’t have enough viral load to spread the disease to someone else in a work setting.

3. Seatbelts cannot kill you in and of themselves. In very rare cases (I had a six year-old patient this actually happened to- details below-), a seatbelt can cause injuries that you might not have gotten if you had not been wearing one. Bottom line- wear your seatbelts! But Gupta makes an incorrect analogy here he is comparing wearing a seatbelt to getting the vaccine, and basically saying, “Why not, it could only help?” His error is in not understanding that the seatbelt can’t kill you or paralyze you without the accident, but the vaccine can do these things without getting covid. It’s a stupid analogy that I’ve heard from other TV doctors…

4. She looks to be about 35 years old. The risk/benefit analysis is not in her vavor for getting that horrible vaccine, if you really want to call it that. I think he went way over the line trying to coax her into getting it- even to the point of making her feel guilty by using false information (protecting the community by not transmitting it to others). This video is very embarrassing.

5. Here’s the video: Don’t forget the story about the little girl below.

   About the little 6 year-old girl, see if you can figure it out. She got in an accident in her family’s station wagon one night, on the way home from eating in a restaurant with her mom.

   That month, I happened to be doing a rotation in pediatric surgery at Akron Children’s Hospital, Akron, Ohio. I was alone, on surgery call, the night they came in, almost 29 years ago. The little girl is no more. She would be 35 years-old today.

   She and her mom were wearing seatbelts and no one seemed to be hurt. Nevertheless, her mother wanted her checked and had the ambulance bring her in to Akron Children’s. Smart mom… Children voice complaints very differently than adults because they are afraid of getting a shot or something worse. If they think their problem might require treatment, they will downplay injuries. Just seeing the doctor walk in to their bay in the E.R. will make them clam up.

   Having just gotten to my call room at 10 pm after a hard day of work, I eyed the one-foot too-short bed they provided for us in what surely had seen finer days as a storage closet. Only one thing left to do. Make sure there isn’t something brewing in the E.R. I sure don’t want to get woken up right after I doze off. Staying up for the duration is far less painful than being jarred awake from a deep sleep by a ringing phone- a little pearl of wisdom you learn as a medical student. After a quick prayer, asking our Creator for an empty emergency room, I made the call downstairs.

   The E.R. doc said there was nothing down there except a little girl who was in a fender bender with her mom. “No complaints of pain anywhere and her exam is negative,” he said. “I’m sending her home.” “So I don’t need to come down to see her?” “No. Don’t bother. She’s going home in a few minutes- just as soon as I wrap up another discharge.”

   “Ahhhh. Bliss, heaven, contentment- pick your favorite word, no thesaurus necessary”, I said to myself as I reclined in my clothes, even my white coat as removing it would shave a few seconds off of my coveted sleep time. Within no more than a minute of shut-eye, what was that? oh no. the little voice in my head, the “Little Sadist”I call him, the voice that’s never welcome but always right.

   “Hold her there for a few f##ing minutes, please. I’ll be right down.” If there is one thing I’d learned from three years of residency, it was to go check everyone, no matter how benign it sounds. And there was a killer program director there at Akron Children’s, a tough as nails, incredible surgeon I was terrified of,- we all were-named Clifford Boeckman who would have ripped me a new one if I had shown any sign of laziness.

   The little girl’s blood pressure was 91/50. Her pulse was 88, her temperature normal. There was an IV in, running at KVO (keep vein open). The physical exam was just as the E.R. doctor had said, she had a non-tender tummy. There was no guarding. Her bowel sounds were normal to slightly muted maybe; I wasn’t sure. No rebound tenderness and she wasn’t hungry but she was thirsty and asked her mom for some water.

   Her mother, seated in a plastic chair, twisted her thorax without getting up, and picked out a cup from the satchel she was carrying.

   “What’s that?”, I asked.

   “It’s a cup I carry around…”.

   I put my hand up, “No, no. no.” ( It is the habit of every surgeon to disallow any food or drink by mouth when examining a patient in the E.R. If surgery is needed, we want the stomach as empty as possible when putting people under general anesthesia because of the possibility of vomiting and aspirating stomach contents into the lungs - a serious problem).

   I didn’t know if the E.R. doc had looked at her chest or not. Her button down shirt was still on or maybe he had examined her and had her mom put it back on after the exam. It just said “Lungs clear” in the chart, which they were. I asked her mom if the other doctor had looked at her chest. She said, “I don’t know- maybe when I was signing her in?” No matter. Always check everything.

   On her left chest, just above her nipple was a strange mark about two inches long and an inch wide, splotchy and red/purple in color.

   It wasn’t tender at all, though, which struck me as very strange.

   I asked her mom if it was new. Her mom hadn’t seen it. It looked fresh.

   “Did somebody hit you there, honey?”

   “No. I want water!”, she commanded.

   I nodded “no” to her mother which made me very unpopular all of a sudden.

   I drew blood- yeah, most definitely persona non grata at this point- and sent it for a complete blood count, electrolytes like Na+, K+, Cl-, etc. I asked the nurse to get a urine sample from her but she couldn’t get one. Her mom took over and came out of the bathroom and shrugged her shoulders. I upped her IV to 50 cc’s.

   I’m missing something here. Can’t pee. car accident … wearing a seatbelt… no pain anywhere… strange bruise on her chest… C’mon, think!

   “Tell me about this accident. How fast were you going?” “Not fast- 35, maybe- somebody turned left, right into the front of us, like he was trying to get away from somebody.” “What kind of car were you driving?” “Country Squire.” “One of those station wagons from the 70s? No airbags, right?” “It’s an old car. My mom left it to us”. “And you’re sure she didn’t hit anything…the dashboard, or something she had in her lap?” “No. I put my right hand over to guard her and she lurched forward but she didn’t hit anything.”

   I can’t tell you what tests I ordered and what treatment I started since this will give away the answer and spoil the fun for those interested in figuring out what happened.

   I am able to tell you this part of the very complicated story, however.

   Within an hour, I would have woken up a local judge and convinced him to issue a court order defying her parent’s wishes, since the little girl’s life depended on it.

   You now have all information you need to figure out what happened.

   Answer tomorrow.