Scocca is a lefty middle-aged journalist who publicly loved the mRNA Covid shots. (Yes, like Grant Wahl.) Now Scocca is badly sick with an autoimmune disease. Did the jabs cause it? He's not asking.
You know Tom Scocca, even if you don’t.
Scocca is a progressive. An aggressive progressive. He thinks all the right (left) thinks, and he thinks them on social media with an edge. He hates Donald Trump, but he also hates his liberal cousins who don’t hate Donald Trump enough.
Naturally, Scocca was a Covid hysteric from the get-go. He used the phrase “superspreader event” unironically. He wanted schools closed - in 2022. He called anyone who disagreed with him a “ghoul.”
And naturally Scocca loved the mRNA Covid vaccines. He got his first jab on March 29, 2021, pretty much the first day he could. Then he announced his joy.
Scocca got his second shot on schedule, too. (Though, as he wrote in April 2021, he planned to “keep my mask on outdoors” even after two jabs. Profiles in courage!)
Through 2021 and 2022, Scocca also mocked people who refused the jabs and supported vaccine mandates - even after the Supreme Court had struck them down.
How many mRNA jabs did Scocca get himself?
Likely at least four ...
Like other mRNA fanatics, Scocca built his life around avoiding Covid long after everyone else had stopped worrying. He succeeded well into 2023. No Covid for him.
Yet something strange happened to Scocca in 2023. As he explained in detail in a New York magazine essay earlier this week, his health began to fail. He suffered from swelling, muscle weakness, and other oddities:
The folder of referrals and results I carried to appointments got thicker. My blood tested positive for signs of general inflammation…
As Scocca acknowledges, as his physical ailments mounted, he wondered if he might be having a physical reaction to stress. He had lost his job and not found another:
Paid subscriptions at a newsletter I’d been writing… flattened out at about 20 percent of my share of our living expenses. The household finances began to drain.
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But in August, Scocca’s tale took a turn.
For the first time, he got Covid. Despite (despite?) his jabs, his case was nasty:
The back of my throat was so raw I would wake up snorting for air. Rolling around in my bed, I felt, for the first time, that this body of mine truly was going to die someday.
Of course, one must grade this tale on a curve.
For the true Covid hysteric, Covid can never be mild (at least the first time). Scocca may have foreseen his own death, but he didn’t go to the hospital, and he found the strength to post a couple of pictures of positive tests to his aforementioned newsletter.
Scocca’s real nightmare began a few weeks after his Covid infection.
His muscle weakness grew more severe. A test revealed his blood had very high levels of creatine kinase. As he writes, “the reason my muscles felt so weak was that they were actively dissolving into my bloodstream.”
Scocca was hospitalized, and remained hospitalized for two weeks, while physicians ran every test they could imagine, including a biopsy that was no fun at all.
The doctors said he appeared to have myositis. In other words, his immune system was attacking his muscles.
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