ARROGANT HOSPITAL DOCTORS SPEAK ONLY WORDS OF DEATH AND HOPELESSNESS TO PATIENT

Patient Still in His Clothing in Hospital After Four Days and Not Given Any Food or Water

My husband and I both got Covid-19. We were doing well under our daughter’s care, taking vitamins, antibiotics and Ivermectin. My husband was recovering from colon cancer, chemotherapy and taking Cyclosporine. It’s a drug that lowers one’s immunity to keep his Myasthenia Gravis in remission.  He was also compromised by a heart issue, but he was doing well. We had just spent a lovely evening with friends before we became ill. We were also using a nebulizer.  My daughter had obtained a hospital-grade Oxygen machine from some friends. But we were unable to keep my husband’s Oxygen levels up and were forced to call the paramedics.  They almost begged us not to send him to the hospital, because his vitals were okay, and we were giving him the same treatment they would give him there.

Once there, we received little information from the doctors and nurses, other than that we were foolish to not be vaccinated.  The pulmonologist refused to give him the antibiotics or any vitamins, and we refused Remdesivir for days.

After my husband received no food or water, my daughter spoke with the head nurse convincing her that I needed to be there with him or he would die.  After getting permission for a one-hour visit, we called the next morning. But no one had ever heard of this nurse, so my daughter started all over to make this happen.  She convinced them that my husband would die unless I was there, so I was the only visitor on the floor for limited hours for four days. When I finally got to the floor, my husband was still in his clothes after four days.

He was terribly frightened and confused.  This was the result of Covid dementia according to his pulmonologist.  I was able to stay with him and help out for about two hours, followed by longer visits the next three days.  I basically cared for my husband and was greatly appreciated and supported by the nursing staff, who was very frazzled. The doctors were arrogant and spoke words of death and hopelessness over my husband with each visit, telling him that he wouldn't have been so sick if he had been vaccinated.

He was on the lowest level of Oxygen and doing well until night time when he tried to remove the nose piece. So, they put the Continuous Positive Air Pressure (CPAP) on him with no warning or anti-anxiety drugs.  As a result, he was afraid to go to sleep. The CPAP mask did not fit him, so his lip would fall out of it and an alarm would ring.  I offered to shave his beard, but they said no.

We finally consented to Remdesivir and they began the first two infusions. The night I left him, his Oxygen level was at 96% on the lowest level of help. I had been patting his back, which had been ordered but not done by the nurses. In their defense, they were understaffed. He was very lucid. We discussed the fact that the doctors had told him he would be there for three more weeks.  He spoke to his grandchildren on the phone, ate something with my help, and then I left.

At 3:00 in the morning, the hospital called to say that he was in the Critical Care Unit, refusing to go on a ventilator, and they wanted me to hear him say that.  They would make him comfortable, and we could come in to say goodbye the next morning.  It was the first time he had been in a hospital gown.  We were able to be with him for two hours before he passed away.