Hospitals are not your friends. Their protocols are based on their incentives and not your care.
There are many more details of my 99 days being hospital bound, but this is the essence of my story.
Covid Protocol For Anything
“Hospital records showed that I had bacterial pneumonia. However, the hospital began ‘protocols’ for Covid 19 (viral pneumonia).”
On 8/8/21 I had been sick with flu-like symptoms for 2 weeks, and finally went to the Unity Hospital ER in bad condition. They admitted me, but I left there on my own after only 2 days, angered about repeated harassment about my vaccination status and being locked in rooms over what seemed to be interrogation on the subject. My wife took me straight home and to bed (strangely on my birthday 8/10/21). My oxygen level was only hovering around 75% all day and night.
My wife called my PCP the next morning and they sent an ambulance to take me to Rochester General Hospital ER on 8/11/21. Seriously sick by now and having major difficulty breathing; initial hospital records showed that I had bacterial pneumonia. However, the hospital began ‘protocols’ for Covid 19 (viral pneumonia).
The Fine Line Between Medicine and Poison
I was placed in a coma and in paralysis to send all available oxygen to my brain and heart.
Much of my time was spent in the prone position because my oxygen levels would drop when placed on my back. In time, this caused a huge black, thick and bloody bed sore on my chin about 2” x 3”. The meds I was given included Benzonate, Dexamethasone, Vancomycin for MRSA, and 2 rounds (10 days) of Remdesivir. The first round did not help. In the end, neither did the second round. The doctors offered Tocilizumab, a monoclonal antibody therapy as a last resort. My wife accepted this in hope that it would help. Still, I had no improvement and imminently worsening liver and kidney levels (which is a known side effect of Remdesivir).
During all of this, a feeding tube had been inserted into my stomach and then a trach in my throat. I had been placed on a ventilator long term. Additional Miracle to My Survival: Prior to my getting sick, I had seen, cut out and marked up an article I found in a local paper about a family whose mother had Covid 19 and was in the same hospital I ended up in. They wound up having to sue the hospital to administer Ivermectin. All the details were there. I thought someone might need this information so I saved it on my desk! My wife came across it soon after I went into the second hospital and that is how she decided to stand up for me.
“Amazingly, I began some recovery immediately upon completion of the Ivermectin doses.”
So, early on, my wife obtained a prescription for Ivermectin from my PCP, but the hospital refused to administer it to me because of their ‘protocol’. My wife then sued the hospital to provide me with this drug. This all took time while my noted activities were taking place. My family’s relations with staff became highly strained. My PCP was then pressured by Rochester Regional Health (responsible for the hospital activities) to sign a document that they prepared saying Ivermectin produces a negative effect on the liver and it would be prudent to avoid the medication. My PCP has since admitted that liver damage is not a side effect of Ivermectin. That statement was intended to override our suit against them.
My family was then encouraged to sign a DNR for me and they refused. The reason for the DNR was that the hospital could do no more for me except provide palliative care. I was truly close to dying. During the heated lawsuit activities, I was actually given the Ivermectin my wife had obtained earlier. The Judge ordered it to be given until he made his final decision.
Amazingly, I began some recovery immediately upon completion of the Ivermectin doses. The doctors didn’t even see the significance of my drug change and called it a ‘miracle’, and me a ‘miracle man’! God had to be intervening on my behalf, and he worked through my wife. Yes, I do believe it was a true miracle.
“There were two other people in covid ICU when I was, and they both died. They were fully vaccinated.”
Overall, I lost 35lbs from 180lbs normal weight. I don’t believe I was being fully nourished. I was down to 145lbs and could barely move. My muscles were totally atrophied after three months in bed. In November I was released from the hospital to go to rehab. I was still on oxygen, feeding tube and wheelchair bound. They had me try to use a walker but I could only go a few feet at best. My rehab experience was not ideal but that is a separate story. I left the hospital with a left arm and left hip injury which had never been explained by them, as it was secondary to my plight with covid. I complained and they just gave me an arm brace; no investigation. I had testing done months afterward to find that the ulnar nerve in my arm was impinged. I had numbness from the elbow down my arm and my last two fingers would not function. I have since undergone surgery to correct the nerve placement. The regeneration of the nerve is still in process, I hope. As for my hip, that is on hold as I am also fighting a long-term body rash since my covid event.
I am currently at the anniversary of my horrible experience and the memories frighten me. I have come a long way back recovery-wise, but I never will be equal to what I was. I am a fighter and I continue to work hard to heal my ills. As a side note, the doctors told me there were two other people in covid ICU when I was, and they both died. They were fully vaccinated.
Message of Warning
My lasting message to all is that hospitals are not your friends. Their protocols are based on their incentives and not your care. Fight for your rights and needs. Hospitals were being highly ‘compensated’ for every covid patient that they had, and Big Pharma has them wrapped around their fingers with high priced medications and paybacks. Compare the price of Remdesivir, over $3K for a 5 day dose, and Ivermectin at about $15 for a five day dose, and you can see clearly what is going on.
I thank God, my wife, and my daughter, and the nurses who comforted me. My family came to see me every day that they were allowed by protocols. I was in a coma and on the ‘vent’ for over two months. I had to be terrible company for my family. When I finally came out of my coma, I could not even talk or make a sound because of my trach. My family and I had to endure this, and we ultimately communicated using an alphabet board so I could spell out my thoughts to them. There are many more details of my 99 days being hospital bound, but this is the essence of my story.