I got a text from my dad on September 10, 2021 stating that he could not meet me that day that he had Covid. I still have that text. I had checked up on him throughout the next few days. His wife had also had Covid. On September 15, 2021 I had called him that evening and he sounded incoherent. He didn’t make any sense and against my better judgment I told him I would call him the next morning. I had to be at work at six and decided I was leaving at eight to see what was up with him.

Now mind you his wife was there the entire time at the house with him. It’s a small brick style ranch house so you can easily hear one another in it. Around 8 AM on September 16, 2021 I tried to get a hold of him he did not answer his phone. I called his wife, she answered. I had asked her to open the door because I was calling 911 for the ambulance to come.  There are records through the Shelby county, Ohio 911 Call Center. The ambulance went to their house they checked the wife out she was not bad enough to transport but he was. He had lacked oxygen and was combative.

I met him at the ER  at Wilson hospital in Sidney Ohio. After they got some oxygen in him, he was more coherent and he thanked me many times for calling the ambulance. They decided to admit him because he tested positive for COVID-19. They admitted him to a room and I was able to be with him as well. Later that evening his primary care doctor came in and advised me that I needed to take 10 days off of work being that I was exposed.

They did not administer the remdesivir right away. He was able to eat a little bit that night. My dad‘s not a huge eater anyway he eats like a little bird. The next day, Saturday when I came in they had put a different oxygen on him. I don’t remember the one it was but it blew more oxygen in him it was not the BiPAP yet. He kept fiddling with it and he did not want it on.

He seem to be doing OK that day. Sunday morning around 4:30 in the morning he had left me a voicemail to come get him that it was inhumane there. I did not see their voicemail for several days. His wife had called me a little after four am to go to the hospital because they needed my help. This was Sunday morning. He would not settle down and they had to put the BiPAP on him. He was very angry he was cussing me out. I was literally exhausted. I was helping him constantly get up and go to the bathroom and just helping him with every little thing.

The doctor came in around noonish and told me to take a couple hour break. I got a phone call around fourish saying that I need to go back to the hospital that he was being combative. I truly feel he was just extremely confused very upset they wasn’t listening to him. He has never spent the night in 75 years in a hospital so that was a major thing too. I stayed till midnight and they had tried to give him several sedatives but nothing was working. They even had his wrist tied down and they put gloves on him that look like boxing gloves so that way he wouldn’t pull his wrist out of the restraints.

Monday morning when I got there they had to have two workers hold him down all night long. He was FURIOUS!! I tried helping him the best that I could around 9 AM. I panicked and just lost it! I start crying and just couldn’t take it anymore. The nurse called whoever she needed to call and they got him set up to be ventilated. I was with him the entire time when he was pleading with his eyes at me he even told me he wanted to see Billy(my brother from California) before he died. He was actually on an airplane at that time and I told him that he needed to settle down but he would not. They placed him on a ventilator and I just looked at him through the glass and I couldn’t take it I went home.

The guilt that I have I try not to think about because it eats at me!! I was there from the beginning until he took his very last breath. I am angry because his wife did not show up. I do have a voicemail from the doctor saying that he called his wife in to be there. That was the night before he was ventilated. She was only there possibly two hours. Yes, she did have Covid but she wasn’t bad enough to transport. I literally could not do anything medical because I had no power. I saw everything that they did to him I could not do anything my hands were tied.

I had went to my dad’s lawyer to see if I could do something but I couldn’t. After he was ventilated he basically just laid there. There was no nutritional tube that they put in until the very last couple days. By that time it was just too late. On September 27 we got a phone call from the doctor saying that if there’s no improvement then we was taking him off the ventilator the next day. When he was put on a ventilator there was only one person per day and they could stay as long as they wanted. My brother was in from California so he took most of those days which I was OK with. My dad‘s wife didn’t show up until that Saturday then she took Sunday and Monday.

She called me Monday night before they took the ventilator off and asked me if I wanted to stay with him that night and I said yes. So I stayed with him the night of the 27th/28. We took him off the vent around five and he fought and fought and finally passed away at 5:30. We were able to have family come in to say their goodbyes. Like I’ve said a few times I have such guilt I think he was so angry with me that when he died he carried that anger with him. A friend of mine had sent me this link this morning and That’s why I am filling it out now. I had no clue there was a group or anything. I have been reading the stories of others and it’s so frightening how many people there are.

Three weeks after my dad died we had a very good friend of ours only 48 years old that this happened too. Unfortunately the hospital that he was at he was in isolation. He died alone. These people need to be held accountable!!! I will be honest there was one nurse that was so compassionate to me she was there when he was first admitted and when he went to be ventilated she came up and give me a hug and she even cried with me. I will never forget her.