Post by plutronus on Feb 12, 2021 22:05:16 GMT
My wife and I both contracted a flu in early January. We don't know precisely how we contracted it. Initially, we both just lost our voices and my wife throat became hoarse, but beyond that she exhibited no other obvious symptoms.
I was very sick.
My symptoms were, chills, low grade fever, absolutely could not eat anything, drank water constantly, sweating, pain in my chest but no coughing, shortness of breath, and my all time favorite, diarrhea, and completely bed ridden for around two weeks.
I could barely get out of bed, walk a few feet and then sit and rest for 10 minutes and then get back up to accomplish what ever task, taking sitting breaks as needed, to accomplish tasks I needed done.
My wife of 40 years, 15 years older than myself did not seem very ill. All she exhibited was a hoarse throat and she lost her voice to a small squeeky one. She has had multiple scelerosis since I met her in 1982 and for the past four years could not stand up by herself or walk. I bought her a ShopRider Jimmy, a little electric scooter, which after bathroom operations I would place her into. She used her scooter in the house to do things, like go down the ramp to watch TV or get snacks out of the fridge, she was fully functionally lucid.
After about week and a half, a friend of mine convinced me by phone to contact American Front Line Doctors on the InterNet for a CoVid medicine package. It cost a whopping $750 which I put on a credit card. The medicines are not available in California, they are banned here and the package was mailed from, I think, maybe Chicago?
When I received the package, I found several vitamins, C and Zinc, plus doxycycline, ivect(something or another) and hydrochloroquine, the medicine that Pr Trump was beatup for via the anti-Trump propaganda media. I immediately began to feel better when I began taking the medicine. I did not give my wife any because I did not think she was as sick as me. And then I hired an urgent care clinic to send a nurse to my home to administer a "rapid CoVid virus test", which consisted of a long swab pushed way up inside each nostril, coated with something that burned the nose. The swabs were placed upon a small plastic applicater, and three drops of something onto the plastic applicator, both mine and wife's turned 'red'. The nurse declared that we were "CoVid negative", eg., the nurse declared we did not have CoVid, but she said it would need to go through the lab for verification, which it did, and also returned negative. Two days later, my wife was in the intensive care unit of a major hospital diagnosed with "stage 4" CoVid. Hospital saved her life, sent her home via "hospice-care" into our home, only I did all the work, and a nurse would visit once or twice a week. CoVid paralyzed my wife, all her organs were failing and she could not swallow anything.
I was informed that my wife was dying and there was nothing could be done for her. The 'hospice' was comprised of a motorized bed, and a bunch of medical supplies and a package of medicines called a "comfort pack", consisting primarily of Atavan anti-anxiety pills and a bottle of morphine and a needless syringe for squirting 0.125ml into her mouth.
My wife was transported from the hospital in an ambulance and transferred into my middle bedroom, converted into the 'hospice' room. She had not eaten or had any water in 7 days, although she had been on an IV drip which helped hydrate her a little bit.
Upon arrival she was reasonably lucid and could speak a little, although she still had a small squeeky hoarse voice as she had had before she went into the hospital in a coma.
As soon as I received the comfort pack, I gave her 0.125 ml squirt via the syringe. I used a mini-sponge on a stick, moistened with water, to help keep her tongue moist, as I could not help her drink any water, she aspirated anything taken by mouth. Her tongue was dry as sandpaper and felt like sandpaper when I touched it with my finger. She was miserable. She kept saying, "I love you" and asking for "water". I moistened her mouth and tongue with a sponge to wet the inside of her dry mouth so that she could easily absorb the large doses of morphine, which, with each dosage, put her deeper into ding-dong-ville and slowed her heart beat.
I finally got so pissed off about not having an IV water drip that I called the hospice care company and chewed their asses to hook up an IV water drip. If my beloved wife was gonna die, she wouldn't do it thirsty. They said they'd have a doctor call me; I told'm "I don't want to talk to the doctor, I want an IV drip in her arm, today!!" And they sent a nurse out and did so. While hooking it up, I saw my beloved wife's right hand, it was swollen, looked like a glove inflated like a child's toy balloon with fingers. Her kidneys were shutting down; her heart was shutting down; her liver was shutting down, but no cough. All because the authorities were pointing fingers at each other instead of getting vaccines to the people in a reasonable time. So the IV drip was set to 50, a very slow drip rate, as it was a balance between extremely high-blood pressure, swollen appendages and thirst. Shortly after the IV drip began, my wife began to become more comfortable and was able to sleep.
On Monday Feb 9, I began giving my girl, morphine doses every 6 hours, and then was instructed to do so every 3 hours. With each dose, it put her deeper into ding-dong ville, and slowed her breathing. She was no longer verbally communicative after the third dose.
At 1:17am, Feb 10, 2021, I went in to see how she was doing and to moisten her mouth, and I talked to her, I asked her to "please let go, do not resist, go into the light, please do it for me, I love you very much." I got up to get the prepared morphine in the kitchen and came back and found that she had passed away.
My last act of kindness and love was to put my girl and best freind to sleep.
What a nightmare. My baby is gone. The Chinese virus takes another one. I am so sad.
CoVid is nasty. It attacks what ever is unhealthy in Humans. I only survived because of the hydrochloroquine which the doctors all tell me is non-sense. But I'm here and I've had two open-heart surgeries and I'm 70 years old. I'm still not fully recovered, I have a hoarse voice, and I am still fairly weak, although I force myself to eat. I lost 30 lbs durring the 3 weeks I was sick.
Please, do not take any chances. Wash your hands, keep your hands away from your face when out in public; wear that stupid mask (which is likely only so-so effective), keep your social distance; UV mail and grocery products; and most importantly, kiss your loved ones, be kind and gentle, you never know when they'll be taken.
Sadly, plutronus