I told them that I heard that it's not a good medication and the nurse said in a stern voice "That's all we use here and they haven't had any bad side effects from it."
The ER doctor came out and lectured my son and I about how not being vaccinated is terrible and takes up room for other patients that need care.
“After several hours they came out and said he had to be hospitalized but no hospital that they called had a bed for him.”
I would like to tell the story of my beloved husband. He was the father of our 2 adult children, both of whom were very close to their Dad. Gerald, or "Jerry" as he was affectionately called by everyone who knew him. He was a loving husband, father, and friend. He was easy going, patient, funny, good natured, understanding and kind. The story begins in November of 2021. Just a couple of days after Thanksgiving my husband and daughter and I began to feel under the weather. Now, my Daughter in Law, who was fully vaccinated, had Covid and we caught it from her, we had decided to remain unvaccinated. My daughter said it felt like she had a cold but it wasn't behaving like how a cold usually affects her.
On December 1st we went to the drug store to get tested, and, surprise, surprise, we were all positive. So we went home and quarantined for 10 days, which was a pain but not that big of a deal. We were all on the mend, but, on December 13th, my husband began having some trouble with his breathing. It wasn't too bad, just kind of there. By December 15th, even though his NP had given him some meds to help his breathing, he was still struggling. So, we made the decision, or should I say mistake, to take him into the ER. He just wanted some different medicine to help him sleep better. My son and I took him in. Once there, they took him in but wouldn't let me in with him. After several hours they came out and said he had to be hospitalized but no hospital that they called had a bed for him. We were not allowed to see him, while they poked and prodded him, and ran a series of tests. After not being able to get him into a CT machine, due to his severe claustrophobia, they diagnosed him with Covid Pneumonia.
I asked them if it wouldn't be possible to take him home with oxygen. His oxygen was lower once he got there after walking out in the cold but wasn't that bad at home. We had an oximeter at home and were monitoring it. He walked into that ER under his own power and was not gasping for breath, his chest just felt a little tight. We were told "He needs more oxygen than they could send home". The ER doctor came out and lectured my son and I about how not being vaccinated is terrible and takes up room for other patients that need care. They said they had called all over Wisconsin, Michigan, and Minnesota looking for a bed for him. They finally "found" him a bed in Portage, WI. We were allowed to see him one last time before they whisked him off, by Ambulance, to Portage.
Of course there were no antivirals in that hospital or anywhere close. We were told we couldn't visit him. It was December 15th and little did we know that they were sending him to hell on Earth. When he got there he called me right away on his cell phone and told me how lonely he was, and how he wished I could be there with him. I would have worn a suit of armor and stayed right there with him if only they would let me by him. Little did we know what they had planned for him. My nephew told me when he heard that they were taking him to another hospital to make sure they don't put him on Remdesivir, that it could damage his heart and kidneys. I called right away and asked what medicine he would be given and they said Remdesivir. I told them that I heard that it's not a good medication and the nurse said in a stern voice "That's all we use here and they haven't had any bad side effects from it." They put my sweet husband on it. I trusted them!
He Knew Something Was Wrong
“ He asked me to call the nurse and find out. He said to find out what they are going to do to me.”
He and I would talk often and they had him on an 02 machine that didn't require a face mask, it was a nasal cannula that he could tolerate because of his claustrophobia but yet they kept pumping him full of that awful medicine. Then, on December 19th, we brought some personal items down to him. We lived 2 hours from the hospital. We had to leave the bags in the hospital lobby. We were told we could "see" him from the parking lot. However, due to his room being on the 2nd floor and the tinted windows in his room, all we could see was his hand waving at us. He could see us but we couldn't see him. Little did we know that the next day our nightmare would begin. On December 20th 2021, he called me to say that they were taking him to a different department, but he didn't know where. He asked me to call the nurse and find out. He said find out what they are going to do to me. So, I called and my worst fear was confirmed, they were taking him to the ICU. However, they assured me that he would eventually be released from the ICU and be able to come home. I couldn't understand this, he wasn't gasping for breath when I talked to him. We had everything ready in preparation for his homecoming, but it was not to be. It was just after 11:00 AM, on December 20th, I hadn't heard any updates on his condition, so I called the ICU, they transferred me to a doctor, he said "I have some bad news...".
Fighting For His Life
“He said he wouldn't cooperate with them and after fighting it his heart stopped.”
He then proceeded to explain how they had tried to force him to wear a Bipap mask, (they must not have relayed the message to the ICU staff about how bad his claustrophobia was) or they just didn't care, and how they had struggled with him, and tried to convince him to wear it, and how he had struggled and fought to get it off his face. He said he wouldn't cooperate with them and after fighting it his heart stopped, they said they resuscitated him and intubated him, but it only lasted a few moments and his heart stopped again. He was gone, and I had just talked to him a short time before. They pronounced him dead at around 11:00. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I didn't want it to be true. My daughter, who was sitting next to me, listening to the conversation, as the phone was on speaker, was heartbroken and sobbing. One moment, we were planning for him to come home, the next minute we were faced with the painful and heart wrenching knowledge that he was dead.
I know I'll never come to terms with this tragedy. They murdered him!!! The heartache is unbearable. It's been 8 months and we are crushed! I wish this were all just a bad dream. We tried to file a malpractice suit with forcing him to keep that O2 bipap on his face but the lawyers wouldn't take the case because he had Covid. I guess they can do anything they want to a Covid patient and get away with it. They made big bucks off of him on that poisonous Remdesivir and the ICU death. Wrong and evil!!! We pray to God to see justice done for him and all the other innocent victims who they murdered and had to die alone!!!