My Confession and My Apology - A message from an anonymous South Australian GP
Since the age of nine I wanted to be a doctor.
After a short stay in hospital at this age I was inspired by my pediatrician to help people the way he helped me. In my eyes he was an honorable man who cared for all his patients, it was sad day when he told me that I was too old to see him anymore and my care had to be transferred to the adult medical clinic. Looking back, I think he may have been trying to tell me this for eighteen months! On my graduation I received a beautiful letter of congratulations and best wishes from him.
My years at Medical School were full of various characters. We had a naughty Anatomy Professor who taught us cheeky mnemonics to remember branches of the facial nerve for example. We had an ID Consultant who I diagnosed as having Tourette’s Syndrome - my tutorial group agreed with me wholeheartedly. And who could forget our wonderful Professor of Medicine who called us his “children”. I am sad to say he has now passed but he would certainly be turning in his grave to see what the medical profession has become.
Graduating in the late 90s and being full of nervous enthusiasm I began my house jobs. This twelve-month period of torture made you or broke you. I thrived. Over the next decade I toiled, studied, and achieved several postgraduate qualifications. My original plan was to become a General Surgeon. A career that was a lifestyle, a lifestyle I loved. The stress, the challenge- it was nothing short of awesome.
The Boys Club but guess what, as a woman I just dug my heels in, did my job and earned their respect. Yes, there was bullying, yes there was harassment, but it was the culture. I am not excusing it, but it could only be changed when you reach the lofty heights of Consultancy. Change it from the inside! This was the degree of my naivety. The political spectrum was only just beginning.
I left this career after ten years because of an epiphany I had one evening. Human dignity, empathy and the patient’s needs are forefront in any treatment scenario. Ego and self-promotion should not have a place when it comes to patient care.
Walking away from my surgical career was a tough decision. I miss the stress; I miss the adrenaline. I felt a failure as this was where I felt I belonged but looking back it was the right decision. As a doctor you are the patient’s advocate, the enlightened surgeon knows when NOT to operate. And if any surgeons are reading this saying, I am wrong then you need to take a bloody long hard look at yourself.
I retrained as a GP and my god this is a hard job. I have been a GP in several different roles over the years, but I have worked in numerous different GP practices in Australia over the last 10 years. It has been harrowing, rewarding but most importantly enlightening. As a GP you are the most trusted advisor, confidant and supposed wealth of information for your cohort of patients.
As a hospital doctor you have a degree of distance- there is a detachment. You may have a patient in front of you, but you don’t know the background. You don’t know that this left iliac fossa pain is married to an abusive alcoholic. The right upper quadrant pain has just lost his wife to breast cancer. He thinks the pain is due to liver metastasis because his wife had the same. Life is complicated. People are complicated. We all have a story but are you willing to listen?
My life’s work is to listen and to try to make a difference. Until two years ago I would have said yes but life as we know it has changed. And as a profession we have been utilised as puppets to enforce the “agenda”. The “agenda” of whom? The government? The drug companies? The billionaire elites? The WEF? God forbid I mention any of that and I am simply a conspiracy theorist? There are huge forces at play. Money makes the world go round. Money - it is the most influential religion. Most want it, we all need it. Some have billions and want more. When is enough enough?
Drug companies are the least trusted companies, yet we all rolled our sleeves up. We were injected with mRNA vaccines. New technology. We were advised this is the best treatment. At NO point did we utilise this pandemic as a good reason to get our health on track. NO politician, no health director stood up and said, “live a healthier lifestyle - improve your diet, let’s eat organic vegetables, hormone and antibiotic free meat, stop smoking, reduce alcohol consumption, sleep better, get some exercise and reconnect with nature”.
Instead, we were promoted to wear face masks, isolate ourselves, use alcohol hand gels that destroy our healthy microbiome and have a toxic injection at regular intervals. I had two Pfizer COVID immunizations due to my professional requirements. I had managed to “dodge” the Pfizer bullet for several months, but it came to crunch time. I had been skeptical and to be perfectly honest at times I had been fearful of COVID.
The mainstream media on a daily basis bombarding us with statistics. State statistics - COVID infection numbers, hospital admissions, ICU admissions, ventilated patient numbers and finally deaths (may they Rest In Peace). One morning before work as a rural Locum I sat crying in front of the television. Fearful of the day ahead given the COVID situation. My logical brain shook me out of it BUT I then thought - I am an educated woman, I am a doctor. If I feel so vulnerable how do my patients feel? The media barrage has been unstoppable, the guilt “to do the right thing”.
The fallout from the vaccination has been of biblical proportions. I have seen a fit and healthy 40-year-old man develop pericarditis. Another developed severe autoimmune arthritis and the treatment he was prescribed nearly killed him. Another chap developed fulminant heart failure. I have seen young women before they reach 20 develop Coeliac Disease, pericarditis, long COVID. How long I am expected to LIE to these patients? We all know this is wrong. We all know this is killing mankind in the short term. But what about the long term? Only time and accurate reporting will tell. However, will Big Pharma admit this - I think not.
I personally have experienced COVID immunization side effects. Being a type I diabetic my HbA1c decided to jump to 8.0 despite no change to my rigid diet, my vigorous exercise regimen or red wine indulgence. My thermoregulation changed too. As a committed gym bunny, I would attend the gym, beast myself and leave feeling refreshed. Never sticky! After my “doing the right thing” I was sweating profusely within 5 minutes of commencing my warmup. What has happened? After further evaluation and discussion with my cohort of patients I concluded it was my COVID vaccination. My menstrual cycle changed too. Going from 28 days to 24 days then 14, and then 29 days. It could not make up its mind what the hell it was doing. Feeling isolated and irked I trudged on. Until a patient mentioned in passing that her periods changed, and she was unable to explain why! Given my unique position I explored further to find that numerous patients had suffered the same fate - I will let you draw your own conclusions.
First, do no harm. The immortal words of The Hippocratic Oath. What harm are we doing? I feel exploited by SA Health, the Australian Government, the WHO, Big Pharma, the list goes on. I became a doctor to make a difference, help people, not make them sick. I feel nothing short of a legalized drug dealer to push the wares of a greedy kingpin at the top who needs to keep filling their pockets with cash.
Your local GP.