After suffering with a fever that I could not get below 102 degrees and often was at 103 degrees for two weeks and losing twenty-seven pounds from diarrhea or vomiting, I went to the hospital, (treated like those who had leprosy in films after I told the staff I had not been vaccinated).  After chest x-rays and blood work was given a positive diagnosis of pneumonia (my 2nd time first time was in 1990’s), after one bag of IV fluids, I was sent home.  I was told since I refused a nasal swab covid test, they would not admit me.  I asked,  “If it were not during covid, and my test results were the same, would I be admitted?”  I was told an emphatic, “Yes!”

I asked if I could stay in ER until I had enough IV bags to urinate and see my veins.  I have huge veins, but mine were so collapsed due to dehydration, and I was bruised from them being unable to find a vein!!!  Anyway, I had asked to stay in the ER until I urinated to indicate I was hydrated enough.  I was told, “No,” and sent home.

After a few days when I could only take a few steps without falling due to exhaustion and my fever was a steady 103 degrees and I had lost about another 3 pounds, I went back to the hospital, begged to be admitted and administered fluids.  I was pressured again to have a nasal swab covid test, and told if I didn’t, I’d be sent home again and could probably die!

The nurse told me that they had strict orders not to admit anyone unless they had a nasal swab covid test administered and tested positive.  So, under duress I was tricked and lied to.  I asked the nurse if I could swab my nose myself, and she said no.  I asked the nurse if they had ever tested the swabs to see if they were already positive or had any graphene oxide on them as I was afraid to get that up in my nasal passage.  The nurse told me I was crazy and those were wives tales.   I asked the nurse if I could hold her wrist as I had heard stories of the swabs being inserted so far it broke a brain barrier.  Again, I was told that was a wives tale, and I shouldn’t believe what is posted on the internet.  I asked the nurse to promise me she would gently swab the interior of my nose and not forcefully shove it up into my nasal passage, and the nurse promised me she would spin the nasal swab ten times.  When the nurse counted to “9,” she shoved the nasal swab shoved up into my nasal passage so hard that that nostril still hurts.

I was admitted to the ICU and EVERY time someone came into my room I was pressured to also get the vaccine, and reminded constantly that it was such a burden for EVERYONE who came into my room to have to suit up in a HAZMAT suit, and how I was harming the environment as the HAZMAT suit had to be thrown away EVERY time, and how putting on the HAZMAT suit was keeping the staff from assisting other patients who weren’t difficult and just got the vaccine; it was awful!

As weak as I was, I pleaded with them to not administer Remdesivir as I had read that it is very detrimental to the kidneys and liver.  The nurse told me I didn’t know what I was talking about and that Remdesivir was the safest medication on the market, AND THE ONLY medicine that would reduce my fever and cure the covid pneumonia infection, and that they would give me the Remdesivir in my IV.   (They were having trouble finding an UNBRUISED spot on my arms, and whether I wanted them to or not they were administering the REMDESIVIR as I was not an MD, and they were and they knew REMDESIVIR was the ONLY way to cure me enough to go home (she wouldn’t explain that comment).  I asked for an injection of penicillin or a Z-Pac as I thought that is what I was given the last time I had pneumonia and vitamins, and I was told no that it was covid pneumonia and the only cure was Remdesivir.

I was denied being able to see my son.  I was denied my son being allowed to bring me my homeopathic medicines and tea until I showed a nurse a clip of a late night TV host, Jon Stewart, questioning the Wuhan virus and covid.  That nurse allowed for my son to bring me a change of clothes and personal items (my homeopathics).

After a few days of administering myself vitamins, essential oils and teas, I was able to get my blood oxygen level up and keep their stupid ball in the tube high enough to an acceptable discharge level and then allowed to go home.  It was awful but thank God I lived, I was strong enough to demand and allowed only oxygen tubes in my nostrils and wasn’t intubated!

It is my hope you get justice for all who lost loved ones as my sons (16 and 20 at the time) could have lost me.