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PART 2 - WOMAN FEELS THAT CALLING PARAMEDICS FOR HER DAD WAS THE WORST MISTAKE OF HER LIFE
When She Visited Her Dad in the Hospital, She Described His Room as Filthy and Disgusting
A Drastic Change in the ER
After many hours (around 10) we were able to speak to a nurse regarding my dad. They said he had Covid pneumonia and was in the Intensive Care Unit. They said he was requiring 80 percent oxygen. We were not allowed to see him. Their policy is 21 days from the original positive test. I received messages from my dad telling me or demanding me to get him the hell out of there. He said he was put in a room alone and no one helped him. He was sitting in his own feces for hours. He was upset at me for not getting him out. That part broke my heart. He was isolated and alone. We called and called and were told we were bothering the nurses. We got one update a day. Every call was worse than the other.
We asked them to charge my dad’s phone. He never picked up. They put him on a high-flow Oxygen BiPap. After about 5 days of getting the same update and nurses telling me that my father did not want to speak to anyone, I finally spoke to a male nurse. He told me that he cleaned up my dad. He said he hadn’t been cleaned and he had something stuck inside his mouth hand he did not know what it was. It took him 50 minutes to clean it out. I begged him to have him talk to me. I asked him to play music he likes for him. He said the first thing my dad asked him was, “Am I going to die?” The nurse told him it’s not looking good. I was very upset anyone would tell him this. All of his vitals were good. The oxygen baffled me how he was staying in the 90s at home with a portable box that barely worked to 100 percent BiPap. I demanded to speak to a head doctor this time. There was no head doctor; he had a different one every day.
The nurse said my dad wanted to FaceTime us the next day. I was at work and I saw on my phone a FaceTime call from daddy. I hurried and answered. I see the face of a doctor in personal protective equipment that looked like the movie ET. She said we need to ventilate him. Those words sent me into a horrible panic attack. I asked to see him, his face was swollen with a BiPap on and he looked horrible. She said if we don’t ventilate him, he’s going to die. I yelled at her and said, “Get out of his room!!! You don’t need to say this in front of him.” She said, “He’s my patient and he is coherent.” I told her I had medical power of attorney and to speak to his family first. I asked her if anyone at that hospital understood that being isolated with no hope kills the will to live? That is exactly what they did to him. They had him Dead on Arrival. I told her to put the phone to him. I said, “Daddy, I can see you in one day! Hang on until I get there and I will help you!” He shook his head. My family decided we were not venting him. I asked the doctor what the chances of him coming off were and she said zero. I counted every second until we could see him.
Visiting Unacceptable Conditions
I went there and they treated me like I had the plague. They asked about my vaccination status. I went into a room of filth and disgust. My dad lost so much weight and was miserable. He said he can’t stand the BiPap. I asked the nurse if they ever even tried to wean him off. They said they did and his numbers dropped. I asked for a nose cannula and rebreather. I washed my dad from head to toe. I asked his room to be sanitized. He had blood in his sink, urine in his toilet, mucus back up in a suction device, and his BiPap was so dirty. When they came in to do a breathing treatment, the cap was filthy. I asked the nurse if she ever changed it and she said, “my bad.” His poor mouth was so infected from what I guessed was the BiPap.
They said he couldn’t have an IV in case fluid would go to his lungs. They basically gave him no nutrition. We demanded it and they finally gave it through IV. He was suffering and they said he could have one ice chip an hour. That was torture. He was begging me. I asked why they are not having him walk or do physical therapy or anything. Every one of them made him feel like there was no hope. I told him there was hope. I guess I gave him false hope but boy, did that work.
I got him down to 70 percent oxygen. I left to get a drink and when I came back, he was on 100 percent, every single time. We told them we felt they were killing him. We would work so hard to get him to care, and he would, then leave and come back with him right back on 100 percent. Every day was worse news. Now he had double pneumonia and no longer Covid but the damage to his lungs that Covid did.
We Tried Everything
Every doctor said we should get comfort care. They said he was in kidney failure. What a surprise. We met with the hospital to give our formal complaint. They admitted they had made a lot of mistakes. Now he needed a feeding tube. They stuck it down him and it hurt him so bad. The next day they said there was an issue with the tube and took it out. My sister asked when it was being put back in. My dad refused it. The nurse looked at my dad and said, “Remember our talk, you do not have to get the feeding tube.” My sister went off on her. She asked her if he would die without it. The nurse said yes. My sister and brother-in-law got it back in for him.
The next couple of days my dad started disconnecting from us. Sleeping the entire time. They kept giving him Morphine. He asked me to tell them no Morphine but they said he was starved for oxygen and that helped. We all spent every moment we could with him to monitor the lack of care. Finally, when I saw he gave up, I cried to him and said, “Daddy, I need you.” He had no response. For me, I knew he was disconnecting and it was too much for him. We had to go to comfort care. The sad part was they did an echocardiogram and his heart was great.
He had no nutrition or hydration which in itself would kill anyone. In between all this, we fought to get other treatments. Ivermectin, monoclonal antibodies. A transfer out of that hospital all to no avail. I asked why there was nothing done for his mouth. They said we can order Magic Mouthwash. Why the hell wasn’t that ordered 10 days ago?!!!!!
Comfort care was basically euthanasia. On September 12, I had to watch them give my father high lethal doses of Morphine and whatever else. They took off his oxygen and my mom had to leave when he started gasping for air. My sister and I stayed until the end. I squeezed his hand tight, pushed my head up to his, and sang in his ear. We are completely heartbroken and traumatized. I have a letter from the hospital saying they sent him home too early and will use this mistake as a learning experience.
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