MEDICAL BULLYING #1

Story Type: Hospital Patient

Submitted by a WA resident:

Hello, my husband and I feel we’ve been through a war, with my husband becoming a POW within the hospital system. A war that very nearly killed him.

We both made the decision early on during the Pandemic not to accept the “vaccine”. We faced resistance from all sides for our decision. When my husband was taken by EMTs to our local hospital ER at night for a non-COVID emergency in December 2021, he came home three days later infected with COVID, which he passed on to me within a few days. I helped him recuperate over the next several days, following the FLCCC protocol, as much as we could. But it became apparent before long that he had pneumonia, and was again taken to a different local hospital (at our request). He was diagnosed with a pneumothorax. The doctor in charge was hostile on the phone with me for using natural methods, making me feel I had caused my husband’s decline.

Over the course of a week, he was told he would no doubt be home soon, was doing well (I was barred from seeing him) and he told me some of the staff treated him like he wasn’t worthy of being there. At that time we were able to brush off the occasional verbal attack, either from the doctor in charge, or the random nurse. Then without warning, my husband was put on a ventilator. The head doctor in ICU called and explained, after the fact. I was told he was to be given a course of Remdesivir. I protested strongly, pleading with her to allow us to decide what treatment we preferred. She was angry and adamant I had no choice in the matter. She spoke to me as though I was a child, over-simplifying and reprimanding!

He was transferred to a larger hospital, after I was allowed to hold his hand for a few hours, finally, before they took him away. There, I was not allowed to visit him, again. He was ventilated for two more weeks. Finally, two young doctors, who were the only medical professionals to keep me in the loop as to what was happening (mostly my frantic calls to the department would ring a number of times and hang up), told me they didn’t agree with the protocol being used, and were going to carefully take him off ventilation, and bring him back from the incredible ICU and drug injury. We owe those two doctors a debt of gratitude for saving his life.

I was finally allowed to visit him. When he was carried out by EMTs to yet another hospital after a month, the head nurse told me, soberly, that he was ONE of only three ICU patients in the last year and a half that had left their department alive. I still can’t believe I heard her correctly. It is a fair sized hospital. In my heart of hearts, I believe the majority of those ICU deaths were preventable. Her words will haunt me for the rest of my life.

Another nurse had remarked to me that the Medical system was in “meltdown”. Most of the nurses and therapists were “traveling nurses”, as somehow there were almost no original hospital employed nurses left. Some were from other countries, like Ethiopia. Those seemed incredibly compassionate and skilled, compared to the nurses and therapists on staff.

It’s been a long climb for my husband back to reasonable health during the intervening year since he’s been home, but there are scars in his lungs that will never heal, and his cognizance isn’t what it was three years ago, from small strokes that happened as he was taken off of ventilation, and his blood pressure spiked. Physical Therapy has helped him walk again, and learn to care for himself once more. But we have both been changed, and have lost any trust in the traditional medical establishment. There were, however, the occasional staff member, nurses and therapists, who quietly hinted at things that helped us along the way, knowing they were jeopardizing their jobs by doing so. I am so grateful to them.

All told, my husband was in hospitals and a rehab facility for six months. Five of which were no doubt recovery from medically-induced harm.

Thank you for letting us tell our story.