The day we buried my father (January 3rd 2022) 20 of us got Covid, including myself and my husband. Some were vaccinated some not. We are not. Although some recovered quicker than other, my husband did not seem to be getting any better, in fact he was struggling to get a good breath. We took him to urgent care January 8th 2022, he was given a prescription for a cough syrup and we would not allow them to test for Covid (we knew that’s what we had). They said that’s all they could do.

He did not improve, but didn’t seem to be getting worse. On January 12th 2022 he went to our GP. They tested him for Covid, he was positive, they gave him a prescription for cough medicine and an antibiotic. The cough medicine was on back order we were finally told by Walmart pharmacy in Dap, AL. I called the GP to let them know on January 15th 2022 that the cough medicine was on back order and could they give him something else. I was informed the Dr. had left for the day (12:oo) but she (the nurse) would try to reach him. We never heard back from them. On January 17th 2022 I took my husband to the ER as he was no better and by this time not eating and drinking very little. Said he was struggling to catch his breath.

They tested him again for Covid and it was still positive. They put him on oxygen. And were transferring him to hospital, his oxygen level was 94. It was all downhill from there. He was admitted to hospital and told he had Covid pneumonia. I was unable to go with him due to hospital protocols. He was isolated from that day on. our only communication was via phone. His confusion level was up and down, he didn’t understand why I wasn’t there, why I didn’t come get him, why I left him there. Said he was done with this place and wanted me to come get him. He was confused about the time, even though he had a window in his room.

He would call me at all hours of the night, day. Asking where I was. Called me at 4.30 am on morning to say they had given him something to help him poop…and they had just left him there, said he had no call button when I tried to get him to press it. I called the hospital and told the nurse he needed to go the the bathroom. He would then tell me how good the nurses were and cold I bring them some treats.

He told me they wouldn’t let him get out of bed, that they had a buzzer on him and they shouted at him if he tried to get up. The made him submissive. Told him he needed to rest. I asked about the treatment he was receiving and was told he was being given Remdesivir and other drugs I don’t recall now. I asked about seeing him and was told it would be 21 days before I could see him, even though I has just had Covid and lived and slept with the man. They said it was hospital protocol.

When he “took a turn for the worse” and they wanted to take him to ICU with the prospect of putting him on a ventilator, I was then allowed to come see him so I could also speak with the Dr. This was the last day I was able to have a conversation with my husband, and  he slept most of that day as they had dosed him with klonopin to keep him calm and help with anxiety right before I got there. He slept most of the time I was allowed to be with him.

The respiratory nurse came in to give him a breathing treatment through his oxygen mask. When he did wake long enough to say anything he said they were keeping him knocked out and he needed to get out of there before they killed him. When the respiratory nurse came back in she was shocked to see his oxygen level had improved and without warning attempted to turn his air flow down.

He got scared and she didn’t tell him she was going to try.  I asked her if we could try again as I was there to explain and keep him calm, but the dr had come in and he was never given that option again. I asked if I could bring him home on oxygen and was told that as he was on the “high flow” that was not possible. They moved him to ICU January 28th 2022. I was again denied access to him as I was told I had been with him all day and they needed to settle him down.

I explained he would be confused because I wasn’t there, he’d think I just left him. I was told they were sorry but I couldn’t see him till Tuesday February 1st. They called me on January 30th to tell me they were putting him on the ventilator. When I got there he was so confused and scared. They killed my husband by putting him on the ventilator and keeping him bed and keeping me from him.

They told us later when we called that they had to give him a higher dose of medication as he was fighting being put under. My husband was still there and still fighting, but they killed him. I called everyday 2-3 times a day for updates the whole 23 days my husband was in hospital. They would tell me he was doing good, or no change or maybe a little worse today. Never once till the day before my husband died did they tell me he’d had a stroke, that his kidney’s were failing, that he was essentially brain dead. They had killed him!.

I had become an orphan and a widow 40 days apart at the age of 49. My husband was slowly murdered on February 9th 2022 due to Covid hospital protocols and I had to watch, helpless.