West Bloomfield, MI
He wasn’t that sick. He was murdered by protocols, Remdesivir, and the ventilator to finish him off.
May all the lives taken too soon rest in eternal heaven with the Lord.
“My father said he was fine and like I said he did not want to go.”
I’m going to keep my story on the short side. I have emailed and reached out to anyone I thought could or would help to no avail. My father (double Pfizer vaccinated) was admitted to the hospital in August of 2021. He, my mother, and I all got Covid. His Dr yelled at me over the phone and hung up right in my face after screaming at me that he needs to go to the hospital. He did not want to go, I did not want to send him. He had taken a hot shower and got a little dizzy prior to me calling his doctor. After she yelled at me and hung up on me…I panicked because she panicked. I called 911. My father said he was fine and like I said he did not want to go.
He was in the garden earlier that day and was feeling a bit tired afterward. The ambulance and fire truck came and 5 or maybe 6 of them walked into my house all masked. I was internally panicking and had no idea which one was talking to me because there were so many of them in our fairly small kitchen with their mouths covered in masks. Everything happened so fast. I didn’t even get to kiss my dad goodbye before they wheeled him out and took him in. I was finishing up talking to one of the personnel not realizing my dad was off and gone.
No Visitors Allowed
In Michigan, there are NO visitors allowed in the hospital so he went alone. He called me once he got there (I feel guilty because I didn’t give him his cell phone to take) he said he was doing fine and told me they said that if I don’t go to the hospital I’m going to die. I told him I am not going to die, you aren’t either Dad don’t listen to them. We got disconnected. I tried calling back but they said he was not in a room yet (not sure how he called without a room). A few hours later my mother and I called again, still not able to speak with him. They said he’s not in a room yet. We tried again later. They then screamed at my mom that too many people were calling and so we got afraid and waited for the next day. They shouldn’t have talked to my mother that way.
“ My father told her they tied his hands to the bed.”
The next day he told my mother the male nurse was very rude and that he was sharing a room I think he said with another lady. He said they haven’t fed him. My mother called to speak to somebody about my father's care. She again got yelled at. Then they banned us from calling so we got scared and were afraid they might harm my father by the way they were treating us. My youngest sister said she was going to call. She did, got through and the staff made their own decision to only communicate with her. My father told her they tied his hands to the bed (apparently he was taking off his oxygen mask because it was making him uncomfortable) and that they were not treating him right and he said to get him out of there! When she told us my mother and I both said…dad would never behave that way to medical staff. I was going to look up other hospitals or possibly get an oxygen tank and bring him home the next morning. That never happened because they put him on a ventilator in the middle of that night, that same night he told my sister to get him the f out.
No Time For Goodbyes
“ I had about 5 minutes with him and saw my other siblings waiting to have their time.”
My dad and my mother and I had said no matter what if any of us happen to go to the hospital absolutely no ventilator. He was put on Remdesivir prior. They called my sister on day 6 and said come say your last goodbyes he was probably not going to make it through the night. We all met up there and they let us upstairs in the ICU to say goodbye. I had about 5 minutes with him and saw my other siblings waiting to have their time because they allowed two of us at a time. I said to myself, let them have their time and I’ll go sit down in the family room and come back so I can tell him everything I needed to without anyone rushing me. Well, I never got to go back because some nasty lady came and told me that I needed to leave because I had Covid. I told her I’m 14 days out from having it and the CDC said 10 days. She didn’t care, she told me and my mother we had to leave. We didn’t put up a fight because dad was still alive and we thought they’d kill him if we fought with them.
We left and downstairs were my uncles, cousins, and other family. We sat OUTSIDE the hospital and they had security kick us off the premises completely. My dad died 2 days later alone. He wasn’t that sick. He was murdered by protocols, Remdesivir, and the ventilator to finish him off. My dad and all the rest did not have to die. I’ll never forgive these devils who did this all. May all the lives taken too soon rest in eternal heaven with the Lord. I love you dad.