The Rumours of my Death are Somewhat Exaggerated

I'm not dead yet! You can't get rid of me THAT easily. ;D

But my health is precarious, and my family and I have just been through a terrible ordeal. Things have been very rough for us this past year, and the last 3 weeks nearly finished us off. Thankfully we made it, and finally got access to internet again. We are still trying to stabilize and hopefully begin to recover. This post was inspired by my good friend Tom, who became understandably worried a week ago, posting that he believed I may have succumbed to my heart condition. I'm sorry to have put him (and others) through that, but I had no way to get in touch, until now.

Here's what happened.

As you may already know, my wife @MediKatie and I have a 3 year old boy, and were blessed to add a little girl early this year. We've been living in a small house, in the Okanagan region (South-central British Columbia).

In August, the Bank of Canada dramatically raised interest rates (to combat out of control inflation), which sent shockwaves through all markets, especially real estate. The owner of the little house we were renting decided in a hurry to sell it. The buyer, a real estate investor fresh from The Philippines, demanded as part of the sale that we be evicted so he would move his own family in. Doing so is legal in Canada, so we had no choice but to try to find somewhere else, with 60 days on the clock. (After 60 days, if you're not out, they can have the police toss you and your stuff out on the street.)

We have a reasonably-large guaranteed monthly income, and some savings, but still could not find anyone to rent to us. It's impossible. The vacancy rate is at an all-time low, essentially 0.0% - we've never seen a shortage of housing like this. EVERYBODY is selling, which crashes the housing market, and puts immense strain on the already-overburdened rental situation. There are millions of Canadians now living on couches, in their cars, and in crowded homeless shelters. We have nothing but space, and trees, and other resources here in this sprawling land, the second-largest country on the planet. But for some reason, we can't construct buildings to house our people - even those with plenty of money to pay the bills.

Justin Trudeau (our globalist prime minister traitor) is importing "refugees" (really just poor unskilled people from the Middle East and Northern Africa) to destabilize Canada's culture and economy. It's working. Each immigrant is guaranteed an apartment, no questions asked, welfare, and everything else they need. We don't treat our own people (including taxpayers like myself) that well, but if you come from outside, you get all your needs met. Last week, he announced he is now DOUBLING the already-rapid pace of this historic invasion. You wouldn't recognize this country anymore - it's becoming a third world shithole.

So after nearly 2 months of daily searching, including having our local friends looking and asking around too, we realized it wasn't going to happen. The few places that seemed to be available were either already taken, completely unsuitable, or more than $3000+ CAD ($2500+ USD) per month. We looked online, we looked offline, we relentlessly called realtors and property managers, we did it all. Nothing. We were going to be kicked out onto the street, with pockets full of cash. After weeks of emailing and calling, we finally reached the local shelter program, which informed us that even as disabled parents of young children, there would be NO shelter of any kind for my family. We were literally told that if we didn't find somewhere, we would be spending the Canadian winter wandering the streets, carrying our belongings and babies.

An opportunity presented itself, in the form of an idea. We knew @MediKatie's family, who live in the North-West region of the province (next to the Alaskan panhandle), own a rental house. Not much was tying us to the Okanagan - we had moved up from Vancouver a few years ago in the hopes that it would help us reconnect with my parents and brothers, but that didn't end up happening. We spent most of our years there stuck in lockdown, sheltering from the nonstop construction out front, birthing and raising 2 babies, and attending local freedom protests. My family wasn't interested in any contact, even though we now lived just minutes away. We had made several friends in the freedom community, but aside from that, it seemed like it was time for a change of scenery.

We called up Katie's family, asking about the status of their rental house. It was currently occupied. But their renters weren't exactly upstanding citizens. I won't go into their personal details, but I'll just say that they weren't properly caring for the place, and leave it there. Her family agreed to give them 60 days notice to find a new place, and move us in, as long as we take good care of the property. For Katie, moving "back home" to a small town wasn't exactly a pleasant idea, but faced with abject homelessness, we decided to make the leap. We had a few weeks left to pack up our lives, ready our children and finances for a big change, and be gone. We made it happen. A moving truck was rented (we got the last one in town) at a cost of nearly $3000, packed with everything we own except our carry-on bags, and sent off to the destination at the end of October.

We had decided to fly (my first time on a plane in MANY years), thankful that the "vaccine passports" and mask mandates had finally been dropped just weeks before. A friend from the local freedom community drove our truck, as neither Katie nor I are able to get a driver's license, and his wife drove us to the airport. We planned and replanned everything, researching every angle until we were ready. The intention was to arrive ahead of the truck, and be there to help unload it into our new place. Our window was narrow, and any mistake could mean disaster - even death - for us.

Things did not go as planned.

The Move

Our move was botched by Air Canada. We arrived early for our flight, and passed 2 identification checks, a baggage search, and other requirements. Our lives were in a moving truck somewhere between there and our destination, with just a change of clothes and a few diapers in our bags. We were tired, stressed, and just hanging on to sanity, but I assured Katie we were almost home-free, and just had to endure 5 hours of flights and connections before we would be in a safer place.

The plane began to board. As disabled people (and parents), we were called up first. This is where it went bad.

The employee at the final boarding gate did not know her own job properly, and incorrectly denied us boarding. We were broadsided and crestfallen. Just steps from the airplane door, we could go no further. A supervisor was called. They claimed my wife @MediKatie did not have proper ID, when in fact she did. We had diligently researched this before the trip, anticipating any potential problem, and knew she had the right papers. Canadian regulations state to travel domestically (within Canada) a person needs either:

• "one identification document issued by a Canadian federal or provincial government that includes your photo, full name, and date of birth"
• "or two pieces of identification issued by a Canadian federal or provincial government that show your name... one must show your full name and date of birth"

Any document used for ID must be "valid", which is defined as either not being expired, or having no expiry date.

Most people just use a driver's license, but Katie is crippled and can't drive, so she went with the second option. Apparently this isn't very common, because the airline staff completely botched their duties, and wrongly claimed they could not let her board. She even had a THIRD piece of valid ID in her bag, and offered to produce it, but the supervisor said "I'm not even going to look at it". The captain called to ask if we were coming, and the ladies told him "they're not getting on this plane". Katie nearly started to cry. Our little ones were holding it together, but in dire need of their nap, bottle, etc. I felt like a complete loser. I told them, this isn't right, and it's going to destroy us. This isn't a vacation for us, this is a permanent move, and we've got to be on that plane. "You can't put this on us," they said.

All our tickets were cancelled, the plane left without us, and the airline did nothing to fix their mistake. Our ride had dropped us off and returned home (1 hour drive away in another city). We do not have cell phones, and there were no pay phones available. (Can you imagine there being NO pay phones at an airport? Does EVERYBODY have a cell phone today except us?) We are unbanked, so no credit cards. I had a pocket of cash, but suddenly I realized how hard it is to spend cash in this day and age!

After trying to hold off panic attacks, and soothe our hungry/tired baby and toddler, I hired us a taxi to "the nearest nice hotel". At least cash can still get you a ride! But it can't get you a hotel room, no matter how much you've got. So once there, we had them call my wife's family up North at our destination, to inform them of the mess. They had been expecting to pick us at the airport soon afterward! Instead, we had them give their credit card info over the phone to the hotel staff. This got us 3 nights, which meant immediate safety for my kids. We rushed them up to the room (which was quite nice), washed up, got a snack, put the baby down for a nap, and then got on the landline phone provided. We called the driver of our moving truck, and let him know we would not be waiting as planned at the destination, to help unload. Then we made calls to arrange helpers to do the unloading - most into an unheated garage, and the sensitive stuff into a heated basement. We then called Katie's parents again, and decided on a plan:

• her father would immediately begin the 2 day drive down to get us
• we would try to find some baby formula (very difficult here because there is a huge shortage and many babies are going hungry)
• we would try to find groceries, medications, diapers, etc

We calmed down once there was a plan. But we knew it was going to cost us, and not be easy. Our carry-on bags had little to sustain us. Airlines don't allow carry-ons to have more than a tiny amount of liquids or powders, so we had almost no formula to feed the baby! Katie searched every store within walking distance but could not find a single tin that was compatible with our needs. We had to ration the small amount we had packed in the carry-ons. (Yes, we know that "breastmilk is best", but Katie isn't able to produce milk because of all the radiation her body received to deal with her childhood spinal cancer.) The national formula shortage was directly impacting us and threatening the health of our baby. Can you imagine a supposedly developed country being unable to provide food for babies? It's ridiculous. On top of that, there is a shortage of children's Tylenol and other lifesaving fever-relieving medications. Thanks to airport germs, both children developed fevers in the hotel room, and we were lucky we had packed medicine, because there was none available in nearby shops!

There's even a shortage of diapers, but we managed to find a nearly-suitable package for the baby. Our toddler is in the middle of potty-training, but regressed back to diapers because of the weeks spent in hotels.

Her dad got there after a couple days, in the evening, quite tired from long days of driving. My toddler was glad to see him, and we spent about an hour in the hotel pool and hot tub. For the first time in weeks, I had a moment of relaxation. It would be the last for quite some time.

My Heart

I have the symptoms of myocarditis and pericarditis, including arrhythmia (fast and irregular heartbeat), chest pain, shortness of breath, swelling in the legs and feet, and more. Ultimately, it appears to be progressing to heart failure, which generally means impending death. But after a couple days at the hotel, despite immense stress, some of the symptoms totally went away - the spells of irregular pulse over 150 bpm. This led to a better overall cardiovascular feeling, and less shortness of breath, and my edema (swelling legs) went away. I can't be sure, but I have a couple ideas why that happened. Obviously, I'm happy about it!

Let me tell you, when your heart is failing to pump your blood around, you realize how much you depend on it. The feeling is AWFUL. You can barely do anything. Which isn't an option for a full-time parent with a crippled wife... so I just had to push through it, sometimes holding my chest in pain/discomfort, sometimes not able to stand any longer. It's not back to normal now, but it's definitely not as bad as it was. My PTSD, chronic pain, and nerve condition are unchanged, but I'm managing them as I have been for 6+ years now. It's the heart, in the past year, which has been the main threat. Having it slightly better right now sure is nice.

Just for clarity, if anyone is thinking about giving me medical pointers, keep in mind that I was a nurse for 10 years and have done a lot of medical research. I'm certainly no cardiologist, but I've got a decent understanding of the body. As for me, I'm 5'10" and 160 lb, low body fat, and eat extremely healthy. I rarely eat processed food, don't use caffeine, alcohol, tobacco, or hard drugs, and I take appropriate supplements regularly.

How did I get a heart problem? That's up for debate, but if you listen to the mainstream media, they'll tell you I got it from Covid. Of course, the "vaccine" is actually the real danger, because it's essentially one hundred Covid infections in a single needle. Spike proteins are toxic, and that's exactly what the "vaccine" fills your bloodstream with - trillions of spike proteins. These spike proteins attack the lining of your blood vessels, causing inflammation and scarring, which leads to irregularities in the heart. No, I did not take the "vaccine". In fact, I've spoken loudly against it since November 2020, before it even came out. My family is unvaccinated, and will always be unvaccinated. We know that it's the injections that are killing people, disabling people, and destroying the immune systems of anyone stupid/desperate/crazy enough to take it.

I had Covid twice. Once was before anyone knew about Covid, at the very start of 2020. I did not get any heart symptoms then, or in the months afterward. I was even fine all through 2021, until November, which is when the boosters first came out and were widely distributed here. That's when my symptoms began - one full year ago now. I didn't have Covid (or any other virus) at the time, as far as I know. I was feeling fine. I had Covid (Omicron) a second time in mid-2022, long after the heart problems started, and there was no change in those symptoms during or after that episode.

So how did my heart get damaged and inflamed, then? My theory is I was exposed to second-hand spike proteins. If you haven't heard that something dangerous is transferring/shedding from "vaccinated" people to those around them, please review this video I produced on the topic, which includes an interview with the esteemed Dr. Charles Hoffe, an expert in Covid "vaccine" research and treatment.

Big pharma, my sworn enemies who I have been doing major damage to for more than 10 years, finally got their fangs into me. But I'm not going without a fight.

The Actual Move

Back at the hotel...

We managed to get one tin of the right kind of baby formula, just as we ran out of the small supply we had brought (only a tiny amount is allowed on airplanes, for terrorism reasons). Even so, both our baby and toddler lost weight during this ordeal, something we are ashamed to admit as parents. That is never a good thing. We did everything we could for their physical and mental health, but the situation was extremally difficult.

We cursed Air Canada for their error. We used the hotel internet to confirm that we had all the right ID, and the airline was responsible for all our costs, delays, and hardships. It was good knowing we'd done nothing wrong, but the sense of injustice was strong. Revenge featured highly in my mind, each time I saw my children suffering because of their stupid mistake. I promised myself I would go after them with everything I've got, just as soon as we could get to safety. A full refund would only be the beginning of my retribution.

The next morning, we left bright and early. It was a rough trip. My kids have never been in a vehicle before, let alone for 10 hours straight. At some points, the baby was crying (loud enough that everybody in the truck was miserable), and my toddler was screaming "stop crying, baby!" over and over and over. Katie's dad is a professional driver, but even so, the situation was extremally uncomfortable.

We made it half way through the journey and stayed that night in a hotel. Everybody's nerves were hanging by a thread at this point, including our driver (granddad). We managed to eat at a smorgasbord, so for the first time in a while I actually filled my tummy, which felt great. The next day, I felt my energy was improved.

We left early again, and had another long and hard drive. Luckily, it's a nice truck, and we did manage to stop for bathroom breaks and to stretch legs. The kids were slightly better on the second day of driving.

It was nice to finally pull into our destination town! We stayed the first night at her parents' place (cramped and not much fun due to everybody in duress). The next day we moved out to a nearby motel, a dirty and noisy dump, and we moved again the next day to a slightly better one. After a few more days there, we finally got the green light to move into our new place!

The New Place

Sadly, the previous tenants basically destroyed this house. It's not what we had hoped, or agreed to pay for. But what could we do, live in crappy motels at $150 per night forever? Luckily, her family is sympathetic, and realize it's not our fault the last people did that. In Canada, it's very hard to evict bad tenants, as long as they keep making the monthly payments, but moving in family is a legitimate way to get people out. So in a way, we helped save this place, which would have eventually been condemned. So we'll have help during the cleaning and renovations. There are rodents, flies, a TON of gross dirt and garbage, and broken appliances. There are even some interesting sawed-off mufflers and catalytic converters stashed under the stairs.

Luckily, the house is basically a duplex (two houses in one), and the bottom half wasn't as bad, so we moved in there. We've scrubbed it up pretty good, still needs a bit more cleaning, paint, and a few small repairs. The upstairs is trashed. It's going to take a couple months to fully clean and fix it. The old tenants are coming tomorrow to remove the last of their belongings.

But at least we don't have to live out of a carry-on bag anymore! It was a nightmare only having 1 change of clothing, and limited ability to do laundry. We had no communication of any kind, and our only money was the cash we had brought with us. It was a lot, but the main problem is that many places no longer accept it! I've spoken against the cashless society for decades now, and that is precisely one of the reasons! What is this world coming to when you can't spend legal tender?

We got here during an "arctic outflow", meaning -15^oC temperatures and a nasty wind. Because I wasn't here to direct things as planned, much of our stuff went into cold storage when it shouldn't have, and froze solid. That included our water purifier, which I paid $950 for last year. It runs, but the water comes out cloudy, so it was ruined because of Air Canada's mistake. A few other things were lost this way as well. We're still sorting it all out, trying to get organized, stabilize our health and situation.

The kids are recovering and doing fine. Staying fed has been hard, as we had to leave most of our food behind, and there are no grocery stores within walking distance of the house. Neither of us are able-bodied enough to drive, and with no phone, we had no access to a taxi either. I knocked at the neighbor's, found someone friendly who called a cab for me, and got us some groceries. $20 for the 2 rides, so a $40 bag of food costs us $60... what are you gonna do? Her parents live across town, and are busy, so we're mostly on our own. Katie and I are hard workers, and resourceful, so we're making progress day by day.

2 days ago, the phone/internet company FINALLY sent someone out to us. This is the first post I've made in weeks! Sadly, the phone line goes through the internet modem, which is down at least 3 hours every day, at random times. No exactly ideal. We rely on our landline, and our PCs with internet connection, so losing both at once means we're stranded and silenced.

But it's good to now have some form of communication. It wasn't nice to be in a distant land, in a rough living situation, with no way to contact anyone... and not even a way to call for help in an emergency! So it was quite alarming when my son slipped on the hardwood floor here and split his chin open. He was bleeding pretty good, and my wife started to panic. We're not at our best right now, as you can imagine, so seeing him like that freaked her out. I was a nurse for 10 years so I've seen blood and distress, and was able to handle the situation, stop the flow of blood, and make a plan to get to hospital. Canada is currently in a healthcare crisis, with nobody to work at hospitals because thousands of professionals were fired for not taking the Covid shots. The country also has no Tylenol, Advil, or other fever/pain medications, and other important drugs are in a shortage too. So we waited 5 hours to see a doctor, very uncomfortable for both me and him. He then needed a few stitches to close the gaping wound, and was a pretty good boy about it. I have pics on my camera, I'll share when I'm able.

I'm (Mostly) Back!

So yeah, now that my PC has internet, and I'm online for the first time in almost 3 weeks.... I see blurtlatam is down? Hmmm. Will it be back? A couple months ago, I reluctantly converted all my links (on hundreds of posts) over to that front end, and now they're all broken. Feeling a bit burned I advocated for and supported it. Anyone have a good post I can read about the issue?

And I see our token price has fallen in half, again. It was half a cent when I was last online, one quarter of a cent now. Oh well, at least I've only got a few hundred bucks worth, doesn't really matter I guess! (But that few hundred bucks of tokens was worth $75000 a year ago... hmmm... let's not dwell on the past.)

To my Blurt friends, I'm sorry you've been worried. There was nothing I could do. I was thinking about you though, no doubt! This was the first chance I've had to get in touch.

The plan for my health is to keep doing what I'm doing (and not doing), because whatever keeps me out of arrhythmia is what I have to do. Your heart suffers, fails, and eventually stops if you don't avoid arrhythmia. When I'm able, I'm going to begin a new attempt to get an official diagnosis for my heart problem, so that I can take care of it better. Should I limit salt intake? Exercise? Stress? Sugar? What supplements are good? What aren't? Are there any pharmaceutical drugs (like beta blockers) I should consider? Lifestyle changes? Increase protein? Etc etc. Until I'm sure it's myocarditis and heart failure (which it sure looks like), I can't go ahead with treatment. I know a couple things that seem to make it worse, so I'm just avoiding them for now.

I see those videos of hundreds of healthy men just dropping dead (many in the middle of sports games), and I do worry for myself. But I've found that worry doesn't help in the long run. All I can really do is just hope I keep going, and not stress myself too much aside from that. Positivity (not exactly my default state) helps. Focusing on my babies and being a good dad helps. Every step I take to ensure their safety and survival makes me feel better. I know that if I fall now, at least I've taken them somewhere safe, that will (eventually) be a really nice home.

If I'm still here in the spring, I look forward to putting in a big garden, and blogging about it of course! In fact, yesterday was above freezing, and I managed to dig some holes and put my garlic bulbs down for the winter. So they'll be up once the snows melt in March, even if I'm not!

A big thanks to anyone that has been wondering/worrying about me. Yes, I'm still unwell, and the move didn't go well, but we survived and will begin to stabilize soon.

And yes, we plan to file an official complaint with Air Canada, now that we're back online. We have spoken with our contact in the media, who is keen to publish our story. If we don't get proper compensation from the company (which was bailed out for billions of taxpayer dollars by the government), then we will sue. We were 100% in the right and they completely went against their own posted policies. We lost thousands of dollars (that we couldn't really afford to lose) and our health was directly impacted. I think we should also get an apology from the company, and those responsible should be disciplined. The gate employee and her supervisor REALLY screwed up.

Anyone who read this far, thank you. I hope you're doing well and have a wonderful day.

In peace, love, and Liberty,
DRutter