MY COVID STORY ( Pasadena California )

I took the pandemic as a joke. I am a strong, very healthy, fit 69-year-old male with a successful business. I was going to plow right thru the pandemic. Nothing was going to stop me. Yes, I would wear a mask. I needed to keep other people, clients, co-workers, every day Joes feeling safe too. I went everywhere and did what I needed to do. A week before Christmas I developed a dry cough. It occurred mostly at night. It would last for long periods of time. I did not think anything of it. I had been tested negative for Covid 3 times. On Christmas Eve we had a family dinner. I didn’t feel well but did get thru it. On Christmas day it hit me. I didn’t get out of bed. I thought it was fatigue and I just had to rest. For the next few days, it got progressively worse. I was dizzy, disorientated, felt weak and started to have trouble breathing. This continued for two more days with my breathing becoming more difficult. Finally, I called my brother a doctor who told me I may have Covid and that I should get tested. I found it hard to believe. We scheduled a test at a local urgent care facility. Even though we had a time slot and there were at least 100 people in line, they messed up our test time and told us we had to come back later. I wasn’t feeling well and knew I needed a test right away. My wife found a traveling nurse to come to the house. She conducted 2 tests. A short test which would show results in 15 minutes and a long test which would take a day or two. The short test said I was negative. The next day I felt worse, dizzy, disorientated, and significantly shorter of breath. My wife said that if I didn’t get better, I should go to the emergency room. Maybe I was having a heart attack. That afternoon she said I was turning green and she was taking me to the emergency room. I notified my doctor and brother. The local hospital had 150 Covid patients and stated that they weren’t going to take me. We went to the next closest hospital. They did take me in. The next few days were hell. I spent 12 hours in the emergency room. I had tests, IV, EKG, possible blood clots, Covid test, a CAT scan and an MRI. They told me I had possible blood clots, pneumonia and Covid. They could see that I was in bad shape and said they would find a bed for me in the hospital and that I needed to stay. When they took me to the Covid ward, it was a nightmare. An image out of a horror movie. Doctors, nurses, technicians all wearing masks, robes, plastic shields. I was brought to a room where most likely somebody had just died. It reeked of body odor, death and decomposition. I heard moans and screams of agony from the other 4 guys in the room. I couldn’t sleep. One of the attendants said that I would get some Remdesivir but only if my symptoms got worse. I needed to wait because they only gave it to patients that were really sick. I was really sick. Every patient was going down hill quickly. I was dying. I needed medication. The next morning, still no medication I convinced myself that I had to get out. I told my wife, my doctor and my brother that I was either being released or I was going to force my way out. If I stay in this death room I will die too. It took all day but finally I was released in the late afternoon. My doctor got me an oxygen machine for me to use at home. I took steroids and antibodies and other medicine for clotting. My wife was my angel and savior. She took a huge risk with her life. I knew I was dying. She came to my bedside, every 30 minuites to monitor my condition. Many times staying at my side for hours. The second morning after I got home, I told my wife that I was prepared to die and to call a priest (maybe a sad old padre) We prayed with my family. My wife took matters in her hands and pleaded with some friends to find us some Hydroxychloroquine. It was a last resort, a last-ditch effort if you will…We managed to get it. Two days after taking it, I began to improve.
I now see why so many people are dying from Covid. The hospitals/doctors will not distribute any effective medication until the symptoms are so bad. Super severe. Unfortunately at that low point in many cases it’s too late. The human condition is so weakened it can no longer fight for itself. The Covid is too deep. Medication is no longer effective and cannot reverse the maximum Covid takeover.
If it weren’t for my wife’s actions, I would be dead. It’s that simple.
I now know that Covid is no joke.