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I feel like I’m living in The Invasion of the Body Snatchers or They Live. 😱
What happened to this woman is a form of premeditated murder. My unvaxxed blood is boiling for her and othersI don’t recognize my own country anymore. I don’t recognize my “neighbor” anymore....don’t recognize medicine, academia, human rights, bodily autonomy...institutions are crumbling. The Gate is narrow People.
I was 49 when my family forced me to go to the ER last December for covid. My O2 saturation was dropping into the 70s according to my husband. I’d taken IVM at home for the week prior, but apparently not a high enough dose. The first day In the hospital, the doctor convinced me to try Remdesivir against my better judgment, assuring me they would check my liver and kidney function daily and I could stop any time. After the second day of Remdesivir,I felt sick to my stomach and refused any more. On my sixth day in the hospital, they decided my oxygen saturation was not high enough at 89% and put me on a bipap. Within 15 minutes, they decided the bipap was a failure and I had to go on a ventilator, which I also did not want. After two weeks of being sedated and ventilated (and treated with midazolam, propofol, fentanyl, and antipsychotics) they decided I needed to have a tracheostomy to prevent infection. They told my husband they would not do the tracheostomy unless he signed a DNR order for me. Ultimately, he signed the DNR. By the grace of God thanks to the prayers of many, I survived the covid hospital protocols. I spent 55 days in the hospital, 35 of which were on a ventilator. Thank God all the long-term care facilities were full, so I was allowed to go home instead. On the day I left the hospital, the discharging doctor actually said to me, “I hope you’ll get vaccinated in the next couple months.” I’ve been home for almost 8 months. I can do most things I did before, but am still on supplemental oxygen. I have plenty of scar tissue in my lungs, with only about 60% lung capacity. I require less oxygen than when I first came home, but it is more due to movement requiring less effort for me now than to any healing in my lungs. While I can sit without supplemental oxygen and saturate fine now, I cannot walk a normal pace and talk at the same time and keep my oxygen up. I have to slow down, and not talk. I don’t make a good walking buddy these days. But I praise God I am still alive, and still get to be mom to my 14 and 11 yo kids.
I feel like I’m living in The Invasion of the Body Snatchers or They Live. 😱
What happened to this woman is a form of premeditated murder. My unvaxxed blood is boiling for her and othersI don’t recognize my own country anymore. I don’t recognize my “neighbor” anymore....don’t recognize medicine, academia, human rights, bodily autonomy...institutions are crumbling. The Gate is narrow People.
I was 49 when my family forced me to go to the ER last December for covid. My O2 saturation was dropping into the 70s according to my husband. I’d taken IVM at home for the week prior, but apparently not a high enough dose. The first day In the hospital, the doctor convinced me to try Remdesivir against my better judgment, assuring me they would check my liver and kidney function daily and I could stop any time. After the second day of Remdesivir,I felt sick to my stomach and refused any more. On my sixth day in the hospital, they decided my oxygen saturation was not high enough at 89% and put me on a bipap. Within 15 minutes, they decided the bipap was a failure and I had to go on a ventilator, which I also did not want. After two weeks of being sedated and ventilated (and treated with midazolam, propofol, fentanyl, and antipsychotics) they decided I needed to have a tracheostomy to prevent infection. They told my husband they would not do the tracheostomy unless he signed a DNR order for me. Ultimately, he signed the DNR. By the grace of God thanks to the prayers of many, I survived the covid hospital protocols. I spent 55 days in the hospital, 35 of which were on a ventilator. Thank God all the long-term care facilities were full, so I was allowed to go home instead. On the day I left the hospital, the discharging doctor actually said to me, “I hope you’ll get vaccinated in the next couple months.” I’ve been home for almost 8 months. I can do most things I did before, but am still on supplemental oxygen. I have plenty of scar tissue in my lungs, with only about 60% lung capacity. I require less oxygen than when I first came home, but it is more due to movement requiring less effort for me now than to any healing in my lungs. While I can sit without supplemental oxygen and saturate fine now, I cannot walk a normal pace and talk at the same time and keep my oxygen up. I have to slow down, and not talk. I don’t make a good walking buddy these days. But I praise God I am still alive, and still get to be mom to my 14 and 11 yo kids.