So after months of avoiding it, Dave reluctantly, grudgingly, frustratingly agreed to get the shot. That’s when the nightmare plunged into medical hell.
As his wife described, “his skin boiled off of his body.” Dave had to be mummied in gauze like a burn victim. Aside from now being disfigured for life, his pain was unbearably excruciating – like the feeling of being lit on fire and burning alive.
Admitting that the shot caused the reaction, doctors asked Dave’s wife to consent to the second shot – to be “fully vaccinated” – so they could get to the procedure that could save his life. Understandably, that moment struck her with lightning bolts of life-altering emotional torture. To save his life, she picked what she felt was the best of horrible choices and consented.
But over time, it really wouldn’t matter. The ECMO machine didn’t work. Dave now needed a lung transplant. After being transferred an hour or so to the Los Angeles county health system – the belly of the beast of medieval-like COVID protocols – Dave, mostly alone, quickly lost the will to live.
His wife got the dreaded call around 2 a.m. on May 28 – five months nearly to the day after he entered the first of three hospitals. Dave was dying.
After the call, she made the surreal trip to Los Angeles, fought for nearly an hour to get through a labyrinth of prison-like COVID procedures, and finally made it to her husband’s bedside, where he was screaming in pain.
“Can’t you do something for him?!” she asked.
“No,” said a robotic nurse. “We’re not allowed to medically assist patients at this point.”
That’s how Dave left the world in 2022 – screaming in pain inside a bleak LA County hospital, completely muted to the world, with his traumatized wife watching, consoling, and struggling with the turmoil of a tortuous goodbye.
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As his wife described, “his skin boiled off of his body.” Dave had to be mummied in gauze like a burn victim. Aside from now being disfigured for life, his pain was unbearably excruciating – like the feeling of being lit on fire and burning alive.
Admitting that the shot caused the reaction, doctors asked Dave’s wife to consent to the second shot – to be “fully vaccinated” – so they could get to the procedure that could save his life. Understandably, that moment struck her with lightning bolts of life-altering emotional torture. To save his life, she picked what she felt was the best of horrible choices and consented.
But over time, it really wouldn’t matter. The ECMO machine didn’t work. Dave now needed a lung transplant. After being transferred an hour or so to the Los Angeles county health system – the belly of the beast of medieval-like COVID protocols – Dave, mostly alone, quickly lost the will to live.
His wife got the dreaded call around 2 a.m. on May 28 – five months nearly to the day after he entered the first of three hospitals. Dave was dying.
After the call, she made the surreal trip to Los Angeles, fought for nearly an hour to get through a labyrinth of prison-like COVID procedures, and finally made it to her husband’s bedside, where he was screaming in pain.
“Can’t you do something for him?!” she asked.
“No,” said a robotic nurse. “We’re not allowed to medically assist patients at this point.”
That’s how Dave left the world in 2022 – screaming in pain inside a bleak LA County hospital, completely muted to the world, with his traumatized wife watching, consoling, and struggling with the turmoil of a tortuous goodbye.