Firsthand knowledge, this is not always true.
I was in for a week. I had double pnemonia, complication from flu (covid is a type of flu, call it what it is). The biggest issue I had was lack of 02 and couldn't eat. Was sick for a week so I was fairly weak. ER doc came in double gowned, mask and face shield, double gloves. Started outlining treatment: o2, vitamins, remdemsivir, scans, anti viral, antibiotics, anti coagulation meds. His goal was to keep me off a vent.
I said I appreciate it but I decline the remdemsivir. He looked shocked and went into a tirade on how he didn't want to be pulled into a political debate, and if I cared for my life the best odds I had of staying off a vent was to take the remdemsivir, because 70% on vent die, yadda yadda. I told him between coughs and gasps trying to catch my breath, I know the numbers, I know what it is, and I'm not taking it.
Throughout the conversation, he had been backing away from me, and at this point he was against the wall, literally. It was then he said "well you can do what you want and I'm about to go off shift. I've never had covid I'm not about to get it so I'll let the next doctor on shift talk to you."
Then he left.
Long story short, talking to nurses and my final doctor (who was awesome), that first doctor had resorted to playing a numbers game. Remdemsivir was known to staff and doctors there to be not good, but if you survived it helped. While it has 23% mortality (they believed at the time), vents were seen as 70% mortality, and most everyone who took it was not put on vents. In other, words, the poison that didn't kill you made you stronger.
I knew remdemsivir was more like 53% fatal because of GAW, and had no real benefits. I knew all I needed was o2 and some food (and prayer) to overcome, and that is what they did. I questioned every shot, each day, I questioned every medication, I questioned every pill. They were more than happy to help and told me repeatedly how refreshing to have a patient actively take part in their recovery. Most people sit like a lump, apparently.
Long story short I was better in less than a week, and they said I recovered faster than anyone they had treated to date.
Other than that first doc, everyone was an active participant in trying to help me recover.
Firsthand knowledge, this is not always true.
I was in for a week. I had double pnemonia, complication from flu (covid is a type of flu, call it what it is). The biggest issue I had was lack of 02 and couldn't eat. Was sick for a week so I was fairly weak. ER doc came in double gowned, mask and face shield, double gloves. Started outlining treatment: o2, vitamins, remdemsivir, scans, anti viral, antibiotics, anti coagulation meds. His goal was to keep me off a vent.
I said I appreciate it but I decline the remdemsivir. He looked shocked and went into a tirade on how he didn't want to be pulled into a political debate, and if I cared for my life the best odds I had of staying off a vent was to take the remdemsivir, because 70% on vent die, yadda yadda. I told him between coughs and gasps trying to catch my breath, I know the numbers, I know what it is, and I'm not taking it.
Throughout the conversation, he had been backing away from me, and at this point he was against the wall, literally. It was then he said "well you can do what you want and I'm about to go off shift. I've never had covid I'm not about to get it so I'll let the next doctor on shift talk to you."
Then he left.
Long story short, talking to nurses and my final doctor (who was awesome), that first doctor had resorted to playing a numbers game. Remdemsivir was known to staff and doctors there to be not good, but if you survived it helped. While it has 23% mortality (they believed at the time), vents were seen as 70% mortality, and most everyone who took it was not put on vents. In other, words, the poison that didn't kill you made you stronger.
I knew remdemsivir was more like 53% fatal because of GAW, and had no real benefits. I knew all I needed was o2 and some food (and prayer) to overcome, and that is what they did. I questioned every shot, each day, I questioned every medication, I questioned every pill. They were more than happy to help and told me repeatedly how refreshing to have a patient actively take part in their recovery. Most people sit like a lump, apparently.
Long story short I was better in less than a week, and they said I recovered faster than anyone they had treated to date.