PART ONE NURSE INFORMS PATIENT’S WIFE THAT SHE WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SEE HER HUSBAND IN THE HOSPITAL UNLESS HE IS ON HIS DEATH BED

Wife Leaves Messages for Her Husband’s Doctor to Call Her with an Update Six Consecutive Days with No Return Call

My husband was a Patriot and served our country in the United States Air Force.  He survived three stents, a new knee, a new ankle, a new shoulder, a torn bicep, second-degree burns, a fused neck, Celiac Disease, a deviated septum and a chain saw accident.  My husband was a fighter who believed in God.

2021 – I had not visited my mother in a few years, so we were planning a trip to northern California to visit her and to celebrate my birthday and the Thanksgiving holiday.

November 18 - Steve received negative Covid test

November 19 - we left Colorado for California

November 20 - we continued to travel, and we both were not feeling too well. We stopped along the way and purchased a few standard over-the-counter flu remedies.

November 21 - still not feeling well, we arrived at my mom’s.

November 22 - we were feeling ok and were sociable.

November 23 - Steve started to feel bad again.  We stayed in the downstairs suite of my mom’s house.  I brought him breakfast and coffee.

November 24 - we were all feeling bad:  fever, typical flu symptoms, general aches but Steve stayed in bed and had Cheerios and coffee.

November 25 - though we still didn’t feel well, the turkey was thawed and had to be cooked, so we did that, but none of us ate much of anything as we were not hungry.  Eventually, the turkey was thrown out as we couldn’t taste anything, not turkey, not sweet, not salty.

Steve stayed downstairs the 26th and 27th and hardly got out of bed. He had a slight fever of 99, didn’t want to go to the hospital though and was having intestinal issues.  My mom and I had fevers of 101 +/- (it fluctuated).

November 28 - Steve requested we test his pulse ox as he was having trouble breathing. We took his temperature, and it was 102, and his pulse ox was 74%. And so started our nightmare.

We checked to see if there was an open Urgent Care, but it had closed.  We had to drive to Enloe Hospital in Chico, California – about a 30-minute drive from DeSabla (where my mom lived).  I drove our truck with my mom in the passenger seat giving me directions, and Steve in the back seat.  We reached Enloe Hospital somewhere around 7:00 PM.

We arrived at the ER and the attendant brought out a wheelchair. Steve was wheeled into the center and they sequestered him in a room off of the main area and gave him oxygen. I filled out all the insurance paperwork and the usual things one does at an Emergency Room (ER), as Steve was unable to do this, but he was feeling better having been put on oxygen. 

The hospital said they wanted to keep him for observation and none of us thought anything bad about that. We wanted him to breathe and to feel better. I hugged him, kissed him, and said we would see him tomorrow.

November 28 - called the ER in the morning and they said he had been transferred to the Covid unit as he tested positive.  I was not allowed to see him – which meant my mom and I were pretty certain to have it as well – and CA policy stated that the hospital would be contacting us about quarantine protocol.  At 7:48 PM, Steve texted me saying he was trying to call me. Cell service was sporadic at best at my mom’s place. At 8:02 PM, he said “please call me” and we could only talk for a brief moment due to his mask, though he did say they said he was also diabetic. My husband was not a diabetic. At 10:38 PM, he texted that he was in Room 2214B. At 10:38, I called him and it went to his voicemail. At 11:04 PM, he texted that he was in the bathroom when I called and they “had more medication” for him. At 11:32 PM, I responded “Good. Just do not let them give you Remdesivir…” and that we were going to go to bed and hope he would get some rest as well.

November 29 - they put him on a BiPap so he was no longer able to communicate. I left messages for the nurses to contact me and tell me what was going on and for the doctor to contact me and tell me what was happening.  I wanted to make certain that he was not given Remdesivir.

November 30 - still have not heard from nurses or doctor or anybody from the hospital though again I have left messages with the nurse as I wanted to know what Steve was being given and about this Covid protocol.

By the time his doctor contacted me on November 30, Steve had been given TWO doses of Remdesivir. They gave him that poison without my consent.  My mom and I drove down to the hospital, and I asked to speak with his doctor.  This doctor would not even come out to SEE me, so I proceeded to have a very interesting phone call in the lobby.  I told the doctor to stop the Remdesivir.  That the World Health Organization (WHO) had on their site that Remdesivir was not to be given to anybody with Covid while in the hospital and that it came out on November 20. He all but called me a liar - said he couldn’t find it. My voice raised continually for a good half an hour when finally, the receptionist asked if I would like a private room – which I declined.  I wanted God and everybody to hear what I had to say. Finally, the doctor said he would stop the doses.  After that call, he personally called me every day with an update.

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