PART TWO 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
Steve’s first doctor FINALLY called me on December 1. Somewhere in between the 1st and the 4th, the doctor called and said Steve was agitated. I don’t recall what he said Steve was given. We finally had some good conversation, and he thought it would be good for Steve to see me. He talked with the head nurse, and this doctor informed me that I was allowed to see him for 15 minutes on Saturday, December 4.
Sometime in this same period, I called our personal physician, Dr. Anthony J. Christoff of Colorado Springs, in hope that he could talk some sense into the doctors since they “speak the same language.” I think, in part, that is why I was allowed to see my husband. Dr. Christoff has been our physician for over 20 years and he knew Steve VERY well. Anyway, Steve was told that Saturday morning that I would be there to see him. According to his nurse, it brightened him up a good deal. When I arrived, Steve was SITTING UP and going to the bathroom without any assistance; he was feeling better! Additionally, the nurse assisted him with the mask, and he ate applesauce that morning as well, first thing he had eaten since he’d been there. They garbed me all up with the masks and gown and hand sanitizer, even though by now, we know that I’d HAD COVID [and to interject, we still had not been contacted about the Covid protocol].
I chatted with Steve and told him the doctor said he needed to lay on his belly so his lungs could expand better…he did some difficult maneuvering and patted his tummy…I looked at him quizzically, through his BiPap I could hear him say. “I’m on my tummy” – that was a very positive sign! He wanted to live! I got to see my husband, tell him to fight and that I would see him tomorrow (Sunday, December 5). After the 15 minutes I left – yes FIFTEEN MINUTES – the nurses were having a fit that I got to see him. His arms were bruised, and I assumed it was for IV’s as he had veins that liked to move. I told the head nurse I would see her tomorrow and she said, “no, we’ve already broken protocol for you” and when I said, “I told my husband I would see him tomorrow,” she relinquished and they “bent the rules.” I was able to see Steve on December 5. It was about half an hour I was able to spend with him. The nurse on duty told me that she had something to do to keep her occupied, so to spend some time with him as it helped him.
On Sunday, December 5, Steve’s doctor said there would be a new doctor taking over, a lady doctor, Dr. Sarah J. Davis. He informed me that he left strict notes that she contact me at least daily, as “Ms. Traini likes to know how her husband is doing” and he believed she would do so and even told me he believed she would do so, but it might not be until Tuesday as she was very busy coming back into a shift.
I called multiple times every day from December 6 through December 12. Not a damned call did she EVER return!! I had a nurse call me a couple of times who said that Steve was getting worse, but that they could not let me see him unless he was on his death bed. No amount of logic could sway that STUPID statement.
On Sunday, December 12, 2021 at 2:00 AM, I sat bolt upright in my bed and cried out, “NO NO NO!” and cried myself back to sleep after praying to God to watch over my Steve. Just after 10:00 AM, that witch of a so-called doctor called me to tell me Steve kept taking his mask off in the middle of the night and now they had a nurse staying with him so he could not continue to take his mask off. She said he wanted to die. She said it didn’t look good. I asked her “can I see him NOW?” and no response. I asked again louder “CAN I SEE HIM NOW?” still not a peep out of that evil person so I asked again “CAN I SEE HIM NOW?!?!” and this individual who took an oath of “I shall do no harm” still did not answer me. Angrily, I said I will be there in 30 minutes – you better let me in.
I arrived and oddly enough, the receptionist let me in with no questions about being vaccinated. They were expecting me. They EVEN allowed my mom to go in as well, of course, after being fully covered with this paper crap and masks and sanitizing our hands before putting on gloves. Upon entry into his room, we were told we could only be there FIFTEEN minutes! My husband was dying and we could only have fifteen minutes!! For a short time that afternoon, Steve had decided he wanted to live and would keep his BiPap on . . . but then his body started shutting down, and he looked at me and said, “I’m done.” The insensitive and totally uncaring nurse on duty kept coming in and saying our 15 minutes were up – we basically told her to go take a flying leap as we were not leaving. My mom and I were there until he passed at 2:20 PM, but not before the nurse allowed him to suffer one more time of not being able to breathe as she swapped him from the BiPap (a process which took her five minutes!) to the easier to use and breathe mask, the one through the nose that is used for comfort care. When the BiPap was removed, the stench was terrible - the thrush he was enduring had to have been terrible and painful and NOTHING had been done! When he was admitted into the hospital, my husband weighed over 230 pounds. He was skin and bones when I saw him on December 12 and passed while my mom and I were holding his hands.
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