It has been a year since we experienced SARS-COV2. It has been a journey laced with lies.
They lied about the origin of the virus.
They lied about wearing facemasks.
They lied about lockdowns.
They lied about medications to treat it.
They lied about ¨vaccines¨.
It has been a year and I have had my blood tested three times for antigens – guess what? – the levels have remained at a steady high level and I have not gotten ill again. No, I did not get even close to getting ¨vaccinated¨.
However, every person living around me has been shot up and boosted and they are all ill all the time.
Fevers, coughs, muscle aches. It is sad to watch. And in the news are reports of young adults dropping dead for no apparent reason. There is even a name for it: SADS: Sudden Adult Death Syndrome.
This is like a badly written science fiction movie.
Except it is real.
Read here a real science fiction: a new episode every week to be posted on Sundays.
The Hospital: Episode One
Sunday, June 27th, 8:30 pm:
I felt drained and tired but had no fever. Maria called an ambulance and insisted I go to the hospital. I wanted to wait till Monday, but everyone seemed concerned that I go right away. I was in no pain and was not short of breath; I just kept having fits of coughing. There was a question about where I would go – Cima or the state hospital. My experience said to go to a private hospital. Maria said it was less crowded – I told her the less crowded one. Daniel heard me say that. Instead, Maria told the ambulance to take me to the state hospital.
Hospital
Emergency Room
The ambulance ride was long. They had me hooked up to oxygen as we traveled to the hospital. No one talked to me. The attendant in the ambulance had this thick pad of forms he was filling out. But I noticed he would write then stop, look out the window, and never finish the paper. We arrived at the emergency, and I saw we were in central San Jose, but I was unsure where I was. I clutched my travel pouch with my important papers and credit cards, phone, and charging cable. I first saw that the emergency room was painted a dark green, and the light was dim. An obese woman was lying on her stomach on a hospital bed. The nurses were cracking jokes. All of the female nurses were very young and acted very silly, posing for each other and teasing each other. So, before I was given any medicine or shot, I found the place odd. Why were all of these people joking around when there were sick people there? I have been in emergency rooms before, so I found this strange.
After moving me to a hospital bed from the ambulance gurney, the very first medical procedure was the nurse asked to give me the PCR test. I asked about it; I wondered if there was another way to test if I had COVID – she said no – this was the only way they did it at this hospital. She said if I did not take the test, they would not treat me. So, I decided to have it done, remembering that my son had been tested this way and ok.
When the nurse stuck the swab far up my right nostril, it was very uncomfortable. I cringed a bit. Then she stuck a swab far up my left nostril, and I saw a flash and a small sepia-colored microchip shape with this label [#13].
I cringed hard and uttered, ¨What the hell! ¨ Next, a nurse came with various shaped vials and syringes and drew blood from my left arm. That arm has the best veins. Another nurse walked up with two large needles and said they needed to take arterial blood samples. First, she took a sample from my left wrist. Another nurse held my arm still – it felt like something was being injected into my arm rather than drawn out. I was shocked at how badly this procedure hurt. The nurse came around the hospital bed to take a sample from my right arm. She tried it by herself. Again, the pain was intense. As if that was not enough, she had to do it again for some reason, and again, it felt like something was being injected into my arm rather than drawn out.
They wheeled my bed into a side room, and I dozed off for a short time, and then a male nurse walked over without looking directly at me, a female nurse stood solemnly next to him, and he stated in a very flat voice that I tested positive for Covid. They then turned and walked out. A few minutes later, the same male nurse said he needed to take all of my clothing, and someone would have to pick it up. A female nurse came in and helped me undress and put on a hospital gown. The nurse put my clothing into a black plastic bag. A few minutes later, the male nurse returned and said he needed to take my papers and phone – everything – due to some new magisterial order! I reacted strongly against this because I would be left in this hospital with no identification; I did not trust giving anyone my credit cards and papers. But the male nurse proceeded to tug the things out of my hand and put everything in the bag with my clothes. Then a female nurse came in with a form that had my name and I.D. printed on it and asked who they should contact to pick up my belongings – she emphasized that these things had to be picked up immediately. I knew Maria and Carlos had their car – so I told her to call them. Their number was already listed as a contact because Maria was the one who called the ambulance. I asked what time it was, and they said it was around 10:30. I also asked where I was, and they said The Hospital. I was then wheeled into a larger room where there were other patients – I could not see anyone well because my bed was flat down, and I dozed off, worried about what I had gotten myself into.
To be continued…
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