Pflugerville, TX
I lost my soul mate and the love of my life, my two children lost their father, and his two grandsons lost their Papa.
I sat every day with the love of my life, only leaving when told to by the hospital.
My Nightmare Begins!
“I'll die if I go.”
It all started on August 17, 2021, when my husband of 32 years and I contracted Covid. We had the same symptoms, loss of taste and smell, body aches, fatigue, and shortness of breath. My husband was more concerned about me as I have underlying health conditions. I am 53, and he had just turned 54. My husband began to experience worsening shortness of breath. I checked his O2, and it was 87, which we preceded to the emergency room. That day we left the emergency room, he was sent home with a steroid prescription of dexamethasone, cough medicine, and oxygen. He was told he had covid pneumonia, and a nurse would do a daily three times a day check to check his oxygen levels and, if low, attempt to bring them up to at least 92. Well, three days later, at 3:00 am, his oxygen plummeted to 47. My husband did not want to go to the hospital. He said, "I'll die if I go.” We talked and told each other how much we loved each other and made that horrible decision. We called EMS, and they took him to a different ER from the first, where he had been sent home, which was, little did I know, the beginning of the nightmare to ensue.
Protocol And Rules
I headed to the emergency room behind the ambulance only to be told I could not be with my husband due to Covid, which we had together. I waited until I finally got a call from my husband, who by now had already been started on Remdesivir, antibiotics, steroids, and had pneumonia that covered both lungs. He was taken upstairs and put on bi-pap. There he fought for three days, unable to sleep or see anyone.
The next call I received was to set up a family call; he was more than likely going to need ventilation; they said his blood oxygen was almost at 60 and "that's as low as he can go before emergency ventilation.” First time I had heard from a nurse since his arrival. That evening on Aug 27, 2021, he was put on a ventilator. I was not allowed to see my husband for 11 days due to the Covid protocol and rules. After 11 days, I finally received a call that I could see my husband wearing the whole get-up of masks, gloves, and clothing. I entered the room to the strongest man I knew hooked up to many sedatives Precedex, Propofol, Fentanyl, Nimbex, Versed, Pressors, and a ventilator. I sat every day with the love of my life, only leaving when told to by the hospital.
Shamed
“ I remember one Dr. telling me my husband wouldn't be in this position had he been vaccinated.”
In the beginning, we were often shamed by the Dr.'s for being unvaccinated. I remember one Dr. telling me my husband wouldn't be in this position had he been vaccinated; However, there were numerous vaccinated patients on ventilators. He said they weren't as sick. One of his Dr.'s in ICU wrote in Dr.'s notes on multiple occasions that "unfortunately patient remains a full code.” He made good progress, and there was even talk of removing the ventilator and putting in a trache. They started to decrease some of the paralytics and removed propofol, and he was trying to wake up. The next thing I know, I am being told he has taken a turn for the worse, and his kidneys have failed; that was the start of dialysis, and Propofol was added back again.
Fought For Treatment
“I was suctioning my husband’s mouth and cleaning his face because no nurse was doing it.”
Our children and I fought so hard for alternative treatments to their protocol from the beginning, to only be shut down every time, always being told it’s against hospital protocol.
All we were asking for was high dose IV Vitamin C, but they said no, it could damage his kidneys. Well, obviously, that had already happened. We even took the requests for different treatment to the head of the hospital and the head nurse of the ICU to be again shut down and stick to their protocol. As my husband got worse, we also got worse care from the FEMA nurses that were brought on. I was suctioning my husband’s mouth and cleaning his face because no nurse was doing it. Remember, I was there all day, every day, until they made me leave. The care from those nurses was not good at all. They never spoke to my husband or me when they walked in the room, unlike the hospital nurses we had initially. The machines would constantly beep with me getting a nurse to check them. From that point on, my husband progressively declined in health; the ventilator settings increased to 100% oxygen 16 peeps which it was never at before. My strong, loving, caring husband suffered cardiac arrest and a collapsed lung. On September 23, 2021, at 3:23 am, I lost my soul mate and the love of my life, my two children lost their father, and his two grandsons lost their Papa. I feel the protocols killed my husband, and I will spend my days seeking justice for him and trying to be a voice for him and everyone else who lost their loved one to this.
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