I am left not knowing how to go about my day with the man who had been a constant for 24 years.
Jim was not only my husband but he was my best friend.
He got tested for Covid which in hindsight was the first of many mistakes.
My story starts about around the 12th of June. My husband went to go spend time with his siblings as one was sick so they all wanted to get together. He came home on the following Monday and all was fine. By the end of the week, he had a cough with body aches. I just brushed it off as being him always going and going. Little did we know that he was exposed to Covid the weekend before and was informed on the 17th of June. So on Friday he still was not feeling good enough to go to work so I knew that he did not feel good because he never did not go to work. So, the following Monday we went to the health department and got tested for Covid which in hindsight was the first of many mistakes.
We came back home and I was worried about him because I had never in our 24 years together seen him feeling that bad. On Tuesday morning on June 23rd his oxygen saturation dropped to 80% RA so I informed him that we needed to get him to the ER (second mistake). Upon getting him to the emergency room I could not go in with him due to me being Covid positive ( which is dumb). They put him on oxygen and his saturations came up so they admitted him. (Third mistake). I kept in touch with him through his cell phone as I was not able to be with him and he has no medical knowledge and relied on me to let him know what was good to do and not good to. This is where the horrific part starts.
“From looking at his medical records this is where I learned that they had him on Remdesivir daily.”
He was put on an IV of Remdesivir which I did not know because he was alert and oriented and could make his own decisions but did not get a call about how they were treating him. From looking at his medical records this is where I learned that they had him on Remdesivir daily along with 60 mg of IV dexamethasone daily. By Friday, June 25th he had gained 8 pounds in fluid, as a nurse I knew that was when his kidneys were failing. So to counteract the excess fluid they put him on Lasix all of those medications are known kidney killers. On the 26th of June, my husband was then transferred to a higher acuity hospital because our rural hospital did not have the capacity to have patients on ventilators. At this time I did not know that they were even thinking of this because no one at the hospital contacted me until they already had him intubated and he was ready to be shipped before they told me (I was his emergency contact). Instead they told his son who was not allowed to get any information because he had only me listed to get information. They told him in the hallway and all family knew about the transfer before I was informed. I could not even tell him I loved him before they did all this.
They Killed Him
“He died from Cardiac Arrest because of the cocktails of meds that killed his kidneys.”
He was then transferred to Colorado and was there a week before he died from Cardiac Arrest because of the cocktails of meds that killed his kidneys and his potassium was so high it caused the cardiac arrest. This type of treatment needs to stop because there is no way the doctors and nurses do not know what happens when given that drug, instead the family is left picking up the pieces from the loss of their loved ones. Jim was not only my husband but he was my best friend and now I am left not knowing how to go about my day with the man who had been a constant for 24 years.