Wow. This reads like you've *never* spent any time witnessing hospital
operation. Surely that's not true. Surely you've spent time at an ICU bed side,
waiting for someone to not die, right? Or, perhaps you've taken a friend to the
emergency dept for some reason (like smacking their head on the pavement)?
Maybe, at least, you've visited someone in a typical room recovering from
surgery or somesuch?
If you've done any of that, surely you'll recognize that a) there are laws
these people (nurses, doctors, administrators, whole hospital systems, etc.)
have to follow or they'll be severely punished for violation of those laws.
Right?
And on top of the laws, there are various statuses that hospitals have (e.g.
Trauma 3 vs 1) for which there are fairly strict policies and procedures,
where, if violated, people will be severely reprimanded and the hospital may
lose its status. Surely you realize that, too. Right?
And on top of that, there are standard safety practices, standard materials used,
"algorithms" by which such systems are, if not optimized, made as efficient and
effective as possible. (Do you know how much disposable plastic and paper would be used
to, say, roll a dying man out into the fvcking parking lot? Never mind that act of
rolling them out there would open them to accusations of murder.)
Then, add to that the fact that these humans are doing their level best to help
people, under extremely stressful situations. Renee' comes home crying many
days simply because a patient she's familiar with by their health record
*alone* (i.e. never having seen the person face to face) has died. Perhaps
you're so immune to empathy that you would maintain a perfect computing
inference machine in your head in spite of the people dying in the hallways.
But normal people aren't that psychopathic. Cheers to you.
But, yeah, it's fine. Nothing to worry about, here. Blame the doctor. Blame the
hospital. Blame Fauci. Blame the victims. It's standard practice, I guess.
Wow ... just wow.
On 12/27/21 07:12, Eric Charles wrote:
It's weird how many ways this can be dystopian all at the same time. Under the
assumption, that it is obvious what Nick replied "Yuck!" at, let me add:
* It is pretty easy to explain to people that ICU's require masks regardless
of Covid, that a cold could kill some other ICU patient who is
immunocompromised in some other way, and that it was a rule pre-Covid. Don't
fight with the family about special Covid rules, talk them through making the
decision to see their loved on. Just tell them it's for the kid doing chemo one
room over.
* Whatever the situation, if they won't wear masks in the hospital, there
should be the option to bring the father to see them outside. If, given the
choice, he would prefer to be removed from all machines and wheeled outside to
see his kids one last time, that should for sure be a choice the patient and
family can make. It is horrific to have him die alone with his family right
there. Mind-bogglingly horrific.
* It really isn't necessary to say things like "we won't let you die" to patients who you are
almost assuredly going to die under your care. It is, if anything, immensely cruel. The aside from the doctor
"although I never said we might not have any choice in the matter" makes that interaction worse,
not better. What's he going to tell the family "Oh, yeah, I said we won't let your husband die, totally.
But, you see, technically speaking, I never said we wouldn't let the virus kill him, so, like, No Lies, am I
right?"
* It is pretty easy to give someone vitamin C and D. You can buy them at any
drug store for a few bucks. Let the family give him mega-doses of vitamins if
they want. Why would you ever stop that?
* Hydroxychloroquine and/or ivermectin are also pretty easy to get, and not too
expensive, and there's also no evidence that they increase risk. At the least the family
should have had the option to pay for them, and have them administered. If there is
someone the doctor has essentially given up on, and the family wants to bring in a shaman
to perform rituals involving goat guts and sacred flowers - and the shaman is willing to
wear a mask - then the idea of denying that is crazy. "I'd rather continue a course
of treatment that will definitely result in death, instead of letting people try random
stuff that's unlikely to work" is NOT a moral position. This is worse than denying a
visit from the family minister.
* If you go out to confront a grieving family --- a mother who you had drive
in, with their children, and who you then turned away at the door --- to tell
them that their loved one just died while you were turning them away, then you
should expect some severely negative reactions, up to, and including, the
possibility of physical violence. I have no idea how to explain how obvious
that is, other than just stating it. I can't imagine what was going through the
physician's head if they went out there and then were surprised to get shoved,
or hit, or even to have the patient chase them around the parking lot with
their car. Especially if it is the exact physician who unreasonably denied all
the requested treatments. Especially if you turned them away for a reason that
you knew would happen when you begged them to drive all the way there.
Completely unnecessary and completely daft.
* To emphasize that last part: You could have not had any of this happen, if
you had just NOT had them drive in only to be turned away, and simply followed
the normal procedures for informing someone over the phone when a death occurs.
The physician went out of his way to arrange the situation that he is
complaining about, every aspect of which happened in an unsurprising fashion.
* To try to hit that nail even harder: When the author says "Fortunately, they had not left", I could only think "Fuck you." That was before I read the next paragraph and learned what the wife's reaction was. This physician's thinking about the whole situation is so unbelievably screwed up in its self-righteous martyrdom. "Fortunately, they had not left." Are you serious? "Fortunately" you have a chance to tell a frantic, legitimately angry, flustered, and frustrated mother, in front of her three children, that her husband died alone, only a hundred yards away, while his whole family was standing in our parking lot? Fuck you dude. Eight ways to Sunday. He has every right to be frustrated by having to deal with patients and families who made choices he disagrees with, but the continuous cruelty and better-than-thou posturing is really, really, really problematic, and if you didn't catch any of that in the story, that's a problem.
<mailto:echar...@american.edu>
On Tue, Dec 21, 2021 at 2:19 PM glen <geprope...@gmail.com
<mailto:geprope...@gmail.com>> wrote:
https://old.reddit.com/r/QAnonCasualties/comments/rakxun/my_career_of_treating_patients_has_ended/
<https://old.reddit.com/r/QAnonCasualties/comments/rakxun/my_career_of_treating_patients_has_ended/>
> After more than three decades as a physician, the Q maniacs have
succeeded in driving me out of providing care to patients. I, like many of my
colleagues, am moving into medically-adjacent work, where we can continue to apply
our training and decades off knowledge without ever having to come in contact with
sick people.
>
> I've been able to deal with the years of patients who attended Google
Medical School, and the hours wasted explaining things such as why cinnamon cannot
be used to treat diabetes, or that garlic and beetroot can't treat HIV. And Lord
save me from essential oils.
>
> COVID and Q finally proved to be the one of amateur "experts" that was
too much for me. The horrific deaths are beyond what you might imagine. They emerge almost
unrecognizable to their families. Since June, I have never seen a horrible case of someone
who was vaccinated. I have seen people struggling to breathe through lungs that have
hardened to near uselessness, begging us in their ignorance to give them the vaccine now. We
can tell, almost without fail, which ones will die when they come through the door of the
ICU, but we do everything in our power to keep them alive - BIPAP, ECMO, ventilator -
knowing we are stretching out the inevitable. We use paralytics with ECMO and ventilators,
then ease them off to see if they can function. And as the drugs wane, the look of terror
emerges, the tears. We try to calm them, to swallow our desire to scream at them: This is
your fault! This didn't have to happen! Often, their spouse or their uncle or neighbor is
nearby, dying
along with them. And we work hard for those rare cases where we can pull
them back from the edge.
>
> I could deal with all of that. What I can no longer handle is the
screaming, not from the patients, but from the families. They are not screaming in
anguish, or in recognition of how their foolishness has led them to this point.
No, they are screaming at me. Because, you see, I am part of the global conspiracy
to commit genocide. If only I would give 10,000 mg of Vitamin C - even though the
body can only absorb a maximum of 100 mg a day, with the rest creating the world's
most expensive urine - they would be saved. Or hydroxychloroquine. Or ivermectin.
Those have never been studied, they assure me, and when I tell them they have
been, they snap that I don't know what I'm talking about. I want, oh god I want,
to tell them that if we are the ones responsible for killing their loved ones,
then why the hell have they brought them to the hospital? Why throw them into our
clutches? I know the answer: They know it is all lies. But their egos are so huge
they cant bring
themselves to admit it.
>
> My breaking point came three weeks ago. I dealt with a particularly horrible case. This was a husband
and father, 38 years old. A wife, two daughters, one son. All of age to get vaccinated, none vaccinated. If you
could have seen his face, and the ravages left by both COVID and the time he spent prone on his stomach. An
enormous clot kept reforming in his leg, and we had been forced to amputate his foot in hopes of keeping him
alive. When he was awake, the look of terror in his eyes, the crying, the pain. It was nothing new. But the
begging, over and over, "Don't let me die." And "Give me the vaccine." All I could tell him
is "We won't let you" - although I never said we might not have any choice in the matter. And I told
him, repeatedly, it was too late for the vaccine.
>
> He begged me to bring in his family. A nurse called them, because they
had never come to the hospital. They refused to wear masks, and so would not be
admitted. The nurse told the wife that her husband was likely dying, and was
begging to see them. All she cared about was masks. She would only come if she and
her daughters didn't have to wear any.
>
> The nurse came to me and told me the wife wanted to speak to me. I got on
the phone and she ordered me to cure him with ivermectin and vitamin C & D. I
explained to her, those do not work, they have been extensively studied and the amount
of ivermectin needed to treat even mild COVID would kill a human being. Once again, I
was told I was ignorant. I asked her to come down to the hospital, to bring her
children, to at least wait outside. Somehow, she agreed.
>
> The nurses were all busy, and I took over the role they usually perform,
comforting the dying. I sat beside the man's bed. Through tears, he rasped out
sounds I could vaguely understand as a question. I guessed at what he was asking,
and assured him that yes, his family was coming. He was so frightened, and I could
tell he knew death was unavoidable. I'm not religious, but I knew he was, and I
talked about the comfort of Jesus as I held his hand. About a minute later, he
coded. We tried to save him, but there was nothing to be done. He died.
>
> Twenty minutes later, I heard from a nurse that the family was here,
that they had made a ruckus down in the lobby demanding to be let upstairs without
masks, and had been thrown out of the hospital. I consulted with a few colleagues
who agreed to cover me so that i could speak to them in the parking lot. I took
the elevator down, and asked security to point out the family that refused to wear
masks. Fortunately, they had not left.
>
> I stepped outside, went to the wife, and identified myself. I told her that I was sorry,
that we had done everything we could, but her husband had passed a few minutes earlier. I did not
manage to get the words of the sentence fully out of my mouth when I felt the fist strike my face and
heard the screamed words "You murderer!" I fell backwards, tripped, and plopped onto the
pavement, the back off my head striking asphalt. I vaguely heard the words being screamed about
ivermectin and hydroxychloroquine and god knows what else. I heard "you could have saved him if
you listened!" I tasted blood from the top of my lip. It took a moment to know it was seeping
from my nose, which she had broken. My mask was getting wet, and thus useless. Security grabbed her.
They were getting ready to call the police, but I knew if they did, I would become the next national
target for the Q maniacs. I told them to just put her in her car. I wasn't going to press charges. I
went back to the
hospital.
>
> I started looking for a new job the next day. I will never treat a
patient again.
>
> Thank God.
--
glen
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