Westlake, OH
The world is becoming a scary place so please, stay united, stand together and love one another.
Unlike many, I lived to tell my story....
The Agenda
“She lectured me on the importance of protecting myself and especially others, particularly the staff who were (in her words) "risking their lives to care for people like you".”
Before I begin, I want to send my sincerest condolences to the families who lost loved ones. I pray you find peace in knowing they are with our Heavenly father in his Kingdom. I, unlike many, I lived to tell my story....
My story is a long one, I left out many interesting and important details to keep it short.
I got covid days before Thanksgiving (confirmed through a home test kit). A week later, shivering in bed, I decided to take a hot bath. When I stood up to get out, I fainted. I bought a fingertip O2 test meter and discovered my O2 was in the 70's.
I checked myself into Cleveland Clinic on December 3rd, 2021, and was diagnosed with covid pneumonia and placed on 50 liters of O2 (full blast). I was told I'm "pre-diabetic" (I'll get to that later), I didn't eat for 9 days as every meal was cold and went into the garbage. On the bright side, I lost 30 pounds. I had rotating nurses and 4 doctors...cardiologist, pulmonary, anesthesiology and general. Approximately a week to 10 days of misery later at 6:30 in the morning, a woman who did not introduce herself, nor come in, stood in the doorway to my room asking if I was vaccinated. I told her no and that I didn't plan on it. She lectured me on the importance of protecting myself and especially others, particularly the staff who were (in her words) "risking their lives to care for people like you" and then vanished. This was the first red flag and more started popping up.
Remdesivir
The next day, a younger doc who I'd not seen before (he looked more like a govt official than a doctor) came to my room and basically told me I wasn't doing well and that my best option was Remdesivir, he then left and I never saw him again. Having not improved over the past 10 days and against my gut feeling I agreed to the treatment which was scheduled for 10 doses. I assumed they were pills but they were I V bags with about a liter of fluid that took an hour to administer. After the second dose, I began coughing up large quantities of CLOTTED blood. I stopped ALL treatment aside from the O2, anti-clotting med and steroids. At this point, I knew damn well what they were doing. I told them I'd rather die in the street like a dog than live like a lab rat. Knowing they couldn't hold me against my will and the fact my O2 was down at 5 liters now, I forcefully checked myself out.... which took a cpl days. I told my wife that this was the right thing to do and she, knowing I'm a stubborn sob, didn't fight me on it. We also knew it was a gamble (so we quietly said our goodbyes, just in case) but kept it from our kids. It was now in God's hands.... not Corporate hospitals following Government protocols.
Back To The Hospital
“My stay at home was short lived as 2 days later my left arm and leg went numb.”
Portable O2 bottles have a max output of 6 liters, which made walking from my car into my home to my bedroom very difficult. VERY. Once in my room, which took me almost 30 minutes to get to, my body went into uncontrollable shivering which was quelled in 30 mins by 6 blankets. This was traumatic for our 2 children and difficult to watch. However, it was good to be home. My stay at home was short lived as 2 days later (my left arm and leg went numb) and so I was taken by ambulance to University Hospital this time.
Upon arrival to the hospital, I began to get my feeling back. We later discovered thru an MRI that I had a stroke that was caused by BLOOD CLOT but was most likely "jarred" and let go from the bumpy ambulance ride. I spent 5 more days in this hospital before I forcefully checked myself out once again and went home on December 23rd.
In the following weeks I started researching the medications they had me on. They ALL had "side effects" but one particular one in common that caught my eye.... DIABETES. I stopped taking them entirely. I was now happy at home, still on oxygen monitoring my O2 levels which took until April to get back to 95-100%.
Be Prepared Not Scared
“I also believe it was this lack of fear that saved my life.”
As of today, they still refuse to pick up the O2 equipment from my home. I went in for a follow up appointment in May and was not received with "open arms".... more like a villain. I want to avoid the "healthcare" industry at all costs now, so I eat healthier and exercise.
I truly believe that had I remained in Cleveland Clinic (aka the Butcher Shop), I wouldn't be here today. I have nothing but good things to say about University Hospital. I learned something about myself throughout my experience and that is, I am not afraid to die. I also believe it was this lack of fear that saved my life. The world is becoming a scary place so please, stay united, stand together and love one another. God Bless you all.
