This is a long post. But it is my story. I worked in the hospital system for over 35 years and thought I had seen it all. I loved the hospital setting. In the earliest part of the plandemic when all was a gathering cloud of confusion, Fauci said 'wear an N95 mask'. Then a week later he said 'don't wear a mask' then 2 weeks later he said 'wear a surgical mask'. At that point I KNEW this situation was entirely political and that my industry had been taken down by greed and evil. Even so, I tried to stay and help stem the tide but eventually had to step aside because of the intense pressure to compromise my ethics and morals. It was too great. A time after that, I became very sick with the flu. I entered the hospital system as 'a patient'. In the ED, I received the Remdesivir talk. I finally agreed to only accept it "if necessary". They didn't know, but I agreed to this in order to be admitted and receive the tune up needed; IVFs, O2, steroids, LMWH. Accepting Remdesivir was clearly a condition for admission. (The doc knew I was a healthcare practitioner and already past the # of days parameter, but wanted me to take it anyway.) Upon arrival in my room, I was told I would be receiving Remdesivir right away. I politely declined. And declined. And again declined. I was told in a huff, "Well then, I don't know why you were admitted." No one ever asked why I declined. The next morning I assertively requested and obtained a discharge. At that point, my family member tells me that hospital staff asked them for permission to administer Remdesivir to me, overriding my denial. The breaches in standards of care are beyond belief! They are borderline criminal. I know. Those who work in hospitals know too, but chose to go along. For those outside the hospital system who don't know the usual and customary standards of care, I can understand the pain and frustration you are feeling. I have worked inside the hospital system for over 35 years, and I was treated with the same disregard for life, after all my years of service. Fortunately, I knew too much and still had the mental capacity to play the game better than they did. I was able to get what I needed and promptly go home. But I will never stop feeling so so sad and troubled for all those who trusted the system and died, alone. Now I know what Evil looks like. And I'll never trust them again. Ever.