Despite the fact I have written daily on how to get HCQ and Ivermectin on social media and my cousin eats it all up and loves it, when she and her mother and brother came down with it TWO WEEKS AGO they did nothing. Now their mother—my aunt—is in the hospital and two of my cousins have bad Covid.
So,,the one cousin is 66 and he’s lived two weeks with it without pneumonia or hospitalization, so he’s doing okay. Still, I’m recommending Ivermectin horse paste for him because after two weeks, he’s still feeling poorly. He can’t get Ivermectin in his town otherwise.
His sister—same thing. Two weeks into it...seems to have survived so far. Maybe some horse paste to get rid of it once and for all.
But my friggin aunt is now in the hospital and they refuse all the the therapeutics for her. Not yet on a intubator but it’s coming. Late 70”s.
I’m not going to let this happen. No effing way.
I need horse paste protocol. I need advice for aunt in hospital. I need prayers.
I am so frigging done with this bull shit. I am so mad at the universe but I am fighting for them.
I wasn't allowed to visit him either. I wasn't supposed to get as far as I got as a "dirty unvaxxed." My goal was just to get downstairs from the gatekeeper to the nurses station on the COVID floor to ensure my dad's smoothie was delivered to him by his nurse who I made sure was expecting me each morning.
To get past the gatekeeper was simple. I shamed her. When she asked for my papers I declined to disclose my vaccination status to her and told her it was legally wrong of her to ask me about my private health information and morally wrong for her to discriminate against me. I expressed sympathy that she was clearly a young woman, early in her career but told her that any time she has an employer who asks that she do something she knows is wrong, she has an obligation to disobey.
Then, in her full view I approached every doctor and nurse walking through the door to log in for their shift and asked if they felt comfortable watching their colleague discriminate against me. I don't remember now how many doctors and nurses I put on the spot...maybe 3-5...and then I reapproached the young lady at the front desk and politely asked her to ensure my father received the smoothie I was leaving for him. And she did.
The next day, I arrived at the same time prepared to do battle again with the gatekeeper but also open to the possibility that she could change her mind. I was pleasant and greeted her by name. She hadn't forgotten me! She waved me right through and I went down to the nurses station and delivered my dad's smoothie which I continued to do every day he was there.
I got lucky or maybe there was some supernatural aid that helped me, I'm not sure. I do know that I was firm and confident and polite but I refused to take no for an answer. As long as we're still dealing with humans and not robots, we will have a chance of success.
My favorite book on the subject of getting your way is called Never Split the Difference. Super empowering. Hopefully none of you use those skills against me in future!!
Your persistence and persuasion skills probably made the most positive difference in your father's recovery.
I'm sure he and the rest of your family are grateful to you for all that you did while he was there.
Thanks for letting us know how you went about doing this and hopefully it will let other people reading this understand that there are ways to approach, navigate and prevail a family member's or friend's hospital admittance during these stressful times we're all living through.
It's still unfathomable to think that we have to sneak in therapeutics to sick loved ones because the hospitals are more concerned with following a deadly protocol of remdesivir and vent dictated by the CDC. It still doesn't seem real that this is actually happening in the US.