Our boys came home with what we thought were allergy symptoms, but soon I was sick and then my husband.  We were very weak and sick and I was throwing up.  My husband seemed to be fairing better than me, but then I noticed he was having trouble breathing.  He called our family doctor in Edgefield to see if he could be seen and was told they were not seeing Covid patients.  However, they said they would meet him in the parking lot the next day to listen to his breathing.  He never made it.

As he sounded awful, I called my sister to bring over her oxygen monitor and it read at 40%.  I got my husband in the car and drove him to the Edgefield Hospital ER.  They got him stabilized on oxygen and sent him from Edgefield to Greenwood, SC, to Self Regional.  This was September 1, 2021.  I was not allowed to visit him, and he was very anxious.  He complained of being hungry and denied water.  He asked for Ivermectin and was told he could not have it.  Then I got a call that they were putting him in ICU because they couldn’t get his oxygen stabilized.

On the night of September 5, the doctor called and said they were going to have to intubate him.  He called shortly after and told me he loved me in a strained, muffled voice.  That was the last we spoke.  I learned that they had trouble ventilating him and that he was basically injured.  His records state this and that his chances were not good.  I was continually told he was making progress.

On September 13, I was allowed to visit him in the hospital.  All I could do was watch while his body declined over the next few days.  I asked for him to be given Ivermectin and was told by a nurse that no doctor in that hospital would use it.  One day, I came in the hospital to see him lying flat with his gown off and was told he had a heart episode and an EKG hours before.  They said he possibly woke up paralyzed on the ventilator.  There were pools of tears in his eyes.  I was beside myself.  A nurse commented to me later that his sedatives probably ran out.

The nurses were never able to get into his room in a timely manner when the alarms went off during the times I was there.  After the episode, he was left lying flat in disarray.  I asked a passing nurse to help me get him up in the bed.  He continued to decline until his death on Sept. 24.  He was given 5 days of Remdesivir previously and his kidneys failed.  I had to go home and tell our two boys at home that their Daddy was gone.

I have heard that the hospitals made a quarter of a million dollars on patients they gave Remdesivir to and ventilated.  My husband’s hospital bill was $260,000 which his insurance paid all but $600.  The bill was for drugs mostly.  Pharma.  Somebody getting rich off the deaths of our loved ones.

I was unable to add a doctor on this form for some reason.  There were so many.  My husband never had the same nurse for over a few days.  Nurses and doctors changed often over the course of his hospital stay.