Glory Towns’ Story as told to Diane Martin on 3/22/2023

In January, 2021, I had covid, had a test done which was positive.  I was having problems with my lungs, so by 2/10/2021, I was admitted to the hospital.

It felt like I had the flu, but they vented me.  I was on the vent for 2 ½ weeks.   After the vent, they gave the Bipap to me.  I could breathe, so that went well.  My oxygen saturation was at 99%.  They found out the Bipap was working for me, so they took me off of it.

They never examined me, and they tried another apparatus to help me breathe.  Prior to that, I told the doctor I wanted to have Ivermectin and Hydroxychloroquine, but he said, “No.”

I asked, “Why am I in ICU?”  They were drugging me with paralytic drugs, and I was unable to move.  At one point when the doctor came in, I asked him to help me get the blanket off because I couldn’t move my arms.  The doctor said, “Is that the best you can do?”

They gave me Thorzine.  The doctor said, “Give her some Thorzine.”  From my days as a nurse, I knew that drug was used when people are combative.  The doctor laughed.

The new oxygen apparatus was a helmet like mask which was put on me, and made a horrible roaring sound like a motorcycle.

There was a night nurse who would come in about 3 or 4 in the morning.  He would roll me over, wash me, then turn out the light.  Other than that, they didn’t turn me.  I developed bed sores.  There was a white board, and on it was written, “Turn every two hours, ice chips, water.”  I was never turned, and never got any ice chips or water.  I said to myself, “After I get out of here, I am never going to get sick and be thirsty again.

After the vent, I couldn’t talk.  Family was not allowed to visit.  At one point, I was able to talk to my family, and I said in my whisper, “Get me out of here!  Get me out!”  The hospital said to my family, she can’t move, she’ll die.  The nurse that spoke with my husband said to him, “She’s out of it, so just hang up on her.”  My husband did as he was told.

They gave me so many drugs to stop me from talking and moving.  The plain old blankets felt so heavy on me.  The nurses would make fun of me.  No one would help me.  I was hot in the daytime, but I was freezing during the night.

The third ventilator kept falling off.  The doctor came in and said, “If you take that off one more time, I am going to … Then the doctor tied my arms and my legs t the bed rails.  They were giving me paralytic drugs so I couldn’t move anyway.

When the respiratory therapist came in, I asked her to call 911!  The therapist said, “We can’t do that.  It’s perfectly legal what we are doing here.”  I said, “Help me!  These people won’t listen, and my family won’t hear me.”

During this time, Jesus told me I was not going to die.  He said I was going to be a mouth for the Lord.

When someone is restrained, they are required by law to have someone there watching the patient.  What they were doing was illegal, and the night nurse cut the leg restraints off.

The next day, a nurse was hired to watch me.  My wrists were sore from being tight so tightly.  She loosened the restraints.  She was there for several hours.  After that another nurse was there who whispered in my ear, “Why don’t you just die.  You’ll be better off.”  The next morning, the doctor looked at the nurse and said, “She’s not dead yet?”  I told the doctor, “You can’t kill me ‘because He who is in you [me] is greater than he who is in the world.’  I John 4:4b, and you can’t kill me.”

Shortly after that, the doctor told me I needed to be vented again.  Additionally, we have a last resort, we are going to put in a Trach.  They gave me more Remdesivir.  I had nothing to eat or to drink.  One nurse did have some compassion.  She wiped some sponge on my lips and then put them on my table.  I was unable to reach them because I couldn’t move.

I was six weeks in ICU.  The vent was still on and my husband said around the 11^th of March, they were going to put the trach in.  I was in surgery asleep, and I had a dream that I saw God.  In my dream, He cracked each of my lungs like ice cube trays.  As He did this, I could breathe!

They took me back to my room, and all kinds of doctors were standing around my bed.  “You are a miracle.  You don’t know how close I came to putting that Trach in your throat.”  Said the surgeon.

The next day, I was put in step down.  I was progressing, and I really wanted to go home.  I started talking, and then they called the psych doctor.  The doctor prescribed psychotic drugs.  Now, I was sleeping all the time.  Again, I couldn’t move.  There was no strength and I was only able to tap on the table and not call a nurse.

They tried to kill me, and I know they were trying to kill me

Finally, they sent me to a nursing home.  I had been l lying down for a couple of months.  They would get mad because I wasn’t moving.  One nurse came and said, “Maybe we should hold the medicine that is making you sleepy.

I wanted to go home, and I spoke to the hospital head.  Finally in June, I got to go home, and I had to have home health care for a month because I couldn’t feed myself.

I am going to tell the truth, and I am going to tell what happened to me.  The protocol is for money.  I had to go to counseling for almost a year because of PTSD.

In Serasota, I met and ER doctor who told me his story.  It was the same thing that happened to him.  Finally, my husband believed me, and he said he was sorry.  That made a healing in my heart.

It was cruel treatment.  I could not ever have pastoral care or even a Bible.  I was by myself for a couple of months without help.  I am here to tell my story. This is what is happening in America, and we need to have the truth told.

If this happens to someone you love, list to your loved one.  Everyone should have one advocate at their bedside.  I was mistreated because there was no one there for me.  The protocol has got to stop.  Covid is still going on, and people are still be treated with the protocol.

My son is down syndrome.  He has heard what went on, and he said, “They tried killing mama.”

I have three sisters, and only one of my sisters listens to me.  She said, “Glory, this is unbelievable  that this is happening in America.  Just keep telling the truth.”