Surviving The “Death Pathway”
Shawn from the Midlands in the UK survived a 65-day torment in hospital as they tried to end his life because he was Unvaccinated
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Shawn ( The name has been changed for safety purposes ) has bravely agreed to relive his account of the most horrifying time of his life. Just thinking about it makes him anxious. So I thank him for his bravery by telling me his story.
ME: Shawn, you recently had a near-death experience in a Midlands hospital. But it was not your normal near-death experience. From what I can put together, you had a very prolonged and horrifying stay at the hospital. The very people who are supposed to care for you and save your life were the people trying to, well, “murder” you is the only word that fits. And it all started with a visit that had absolutely nothing to do with Covid.
Can you tell us from the beginning what exactly happened to get to the hospital and how things took a sinister turn?
SHAWN: 18/12/21 was the first time the Ambulance came out to me, I spent a short time at the hospital and I was discharged ( they shouldn’t have because I was not very well at all. I couldn’t get home. I Had to walk 3 miles to my home in the freezing fog.
I was feeling like I had flu symptoms. I did not have a loss of smell or taste or a cough which are the usual covid symptoms. However, I had to do a PCR test for work and it came back positive. So I was off work for a few days.
My girlfriend came round to visit. She noticed right away that I was unwell and I was not talking properly. She checked my oxygen levels with an oximeter and could see my oxygen was low. She called an ambulance and I was taken to hospital again. This was a Saturday - on Sunday I was released with antibiotics.
However, I have since managed to get a copy of my blood lab results and records of this admission. The notes reveal that I was not breathing properly. And my mid and lower lungs showed prominence broncho vascular - this means my lungs were filled with fluid/mucous.
Me: So they didn't tell you this at the time?
Shawn: No they did not. On Monday my girlfriend again called an ambulance. The crew came out and gave me some oxygen but said I was okay to stay at home. By this time I did not feel good at all. On Tuesday I was worse and my girlfriend called an ambulance again but this time I was admitted into the respiratory ward.
Another x-ray revealed that my condition had worsened. I now had pneumonia affecting my upper right and lower left lungs.
I needed a CPAP mask. Unfortunately for me, I had the 'Angel' Nurse Ratched's less pleasant sister looking after me. She was perfectly pleasant until learning that I was “unvaccinated” when her demeanour instantly changed. Her facial expression changed to one of disgust, contempt and anger. The effort required to breathe was now extremely tiring. She angrily shoved the CPAP mask forcibly into my face and roughly manhandled me into bed.
My girlfriend and I wanted to complain but this left me feeling extremely vulnerable. I was now in an extremely precarious position and at their mercy.
Me: being patient in this scenario must have been terrifying, if you fall asleep you have no idea what they could stick in you.
Shawn. That's right Dave. I was very stressed which resulted in a panic attack and I was then transferred to the Intermediate Unit (which is part of Intensive Care). The mask dug into my face and partially covered my eyes so I couldn't see properly, adding to my already mounting stress. I felt like the man in the Iron Mask. I felt as if I was being buried alive.
Just recalling what happened to me makes me feel stressed and starts me feeling anxious which I have never felt before. And it brings back all those feelings of fear and panic that I felt back then.
CPAP mask, I had to wear all the time only taking it off and switching to a nasal mask to eat.
ME: That doesn't sound very pleasant Shawn. Did they say what they thought was wrong with you or put it down to Covid?
Shawn: yes, they told me that I had Covid. Then I developed pneumonia. That's when I was put onto the “Death Pathway” I knew then that I was in trouble.
ME: If I'm correct, the “Death Pathway” is a mixture of drugs that damage the kidneys so that you essentially drown in your body's fluid. They know that these drugs are deadly and still they give them to patients mixed with the ventilator so there's next to no chance of survival. Can you remember them sedating you and telling you anything? For instance, you would die if they don't treat you?
Shawn: I was so ill that the crash team had to bring me back, this was in the early hours but I was still not taken to ITU until the early hours of the next day when I required 100 per cent oxygen. When the crash team brought me back when I was still in the High Dependency Unit, when my sister rang that morning I was on 70 per cent oxygen. One consultant told my brother inlaw after I’d been in intensive care for several weeks “ you do understand don’t you that 45 per cent oxygen requirement is a lot.
I remember and it’s a very hazy memory as I am now very unwell, I remember a consultant a lady, I was lying in the prone position looking to my right, and she got down to eye level and asked me if I’d consent to be intubated, I knew what this meant. I knew I could very likely die now, I still didn’t think I would do but I knew that I could die. I just thought to myself “ well we’re in the shit now chap “ they must have already had me piped up ready to go. Then boom the lights went out.”
I think I may well have been on “Matts's Mixture” at this point but not sure. I was on it later of course.
Me: What's Matts's Mixture?
Shawn: Midazolam and Morphine “Matt Hancock's mixture” I made that up myself. Both suppress the respiratory system. Why would you give that to someone who is already respiratory compromised?
If you look into both of the drugs and when you combine them, they are deadly.
ME: I like that name, “Matts Mixture”. So you are now intubated and on the “Death Pathway” you are drugged sedated and receiving medication that will cause Your respiratory system to fail and you will die and be counted as a Covid Death. But you didn't die, you managed to get out of this mess. Shawn, please explain to my readers, how you escaped imminent death.
Shawn: My sister sat up all night, and couldn’t sleep. She had been told by the charge nurse that they would call her and that they would ring as soon as I left HDU’s care and that ITU would call when I was settled into ITU. No call came from either.
My brother-in-law rang the hospital at 7 am to see what was happening. He was told that I’d gone to Intensive care at around 2 am - 4 Jan and that I was fully lucid before being intubated. Though very gravely ill.
My sister subsequently found out from a doctor in one of her many calls that they had back-dated/altered my medical notes when I was moved to intensive care.
They criminally changed the date from the 4 Jan to the 1 Jan. This was a blatant lie. My sister had been FULLY documenting everything and in any case, the rest of my family were witness to the times and dates including my girlfriend. This can be verified by text messages and FB messenger between my sister, relatives and friends of mine, including a great friend who is a nurse who was able to access my medical records, but was only able to do so before I went into ITU where they operate a different computer system.
My nursing friend informed my sister that the first thing anyone who accessed my records would see in CAPITAL letters were the words 'UNVACCINATED'. She told my sister that she had NEVER seen a patient's vaccine status on any patient records she had nursed herself.
Mid-afternoon on the 4 January the lead consultant for ITU rang my sister - the call was put on speaker. My sister, bro-in-law and niece were parties to this call. The consultant said that he didn’t know how to treat me. He said that he had telephoned another midlands hospital for advice and asked if their ECMO (EXTRACORPOREAL MEMBRANE OXYGENATION ) machine would work for me. He said that this hospital had said that this machine wouldn’t work for him. This is a machine that worked for others. The consultant never said whom he claimed he had consulted with at this hospital which my sister found very odd.
He also said the hospital had advised EXTREMELY HIGH doses of a steroid called METHYLPREDNISOLONE, this was an intensive treatment for several days and then I was to be put on another drug recommended by this hospital. The consultant said in this phone call that I had to get down to 70% oxygen within 48 hrs - which I managed to achieve.
My sister believes 100 per cent that this consultant MUST have known of this treatment. It took her two seconds to input Methylprednisolone into the internet to find this treatment for 'Covid 19 pneumonia' and that it had been available from EARLY 2021.
She believes the consultant was now forced to deny he knew of these drugs which would have prevented me from going into ITU. Plus the fact that under his watch I was not taken to ITU after the crash team had attended to me even though intensive care was half empty all the time I was in the hospital (63 days).
Yet the media were still pushing the agenda that the hospitals were full and were overrun. My sister, brother-in-law and niece had a password now to contact ITU, unfortunately merely asking for my BP and OXYGEN STATS
She wanted to know how much oxygen was reaching my blood from my lungs, my family struggled even to get this information from the staff.
My family were being kept in the dark and not informed about my condition, they were being obstructed by staff. They refused point blank to tell my family anything. My sister stayed on one call for 16 mins and one call for an hour and still they wouldn't say. At one point I was having hallucinations (this was the hour long call). My sister asked what they were giving me to treat it and they refused to give her an answer - was it Midazolam?No doctor ever rang to update them on how I was doing, aside from one particular female doctor who rang every day for five days following my sister and her husband demanding a meeting with the CEO and the lead ITU consultant.
My sister was gravely concerned and knew they were trying to kill me. All cleverly done she said by appearing to be doing everything but nefariously and slyly doing the opposite.
My sister and husband would call every day, morning, mid-afternoon and late evening. Sometimes the very same nurse who had given my BP and SATS that day would then in the next call say 'I cannot tell you that'. This blocking of information went on all the time. Staff would constantly blow hot and cold and the shutters would come down. It was because of this my sister demanded a meeting with a particular ITU a consultant who had been looking after me. She went to the hospital with her husband on 12 Jan. This particular consultant had been looking after me in HDU, my family had now discovered that they were going to remove my muscle relaxants and pain medications to wean me off the ventilator. My sister had noted that my BP was SKY HIGH and I was NOT doing so well.
She requested that they delay weaning for a couple of days for me to get stronger/improve. The consultant refused and said, “We decide NOT YOU!" "We are NOT going to give you a running commentary". We will just tell you if he is stable or not". This consultant along with his female sidekick a 'lead nurse' was vehemently obstructive and hostile, with no compassion, no kindness, and seemed almost robotic, they had their plan and agenda and they were sticking to it. Yet he fully intended to withdraw my medications and start the weaning procedure. My sister and husband had deliberately been kept waiting for over an hour and it was gone 4 pm when they left the hospital.
When my sister called the next day and spoke to a nurse they were already in the procedure of weaning me off the ventilator. Not one of my family had been informed this was about to take place. My sister just happened to find out when she rang that it was proceeding ahead as she was making her call.
As it happens within a short space of time they had to put me back under sedation as my body couldn’t cope with weaning. This would have been the “Matts Mixture” causing the problem.
On Sunday the 16 Jan, my brother-in-law rang and they slammed the shutters down again and refused point blank to tell him what my BP and SATS were. My sister had had enough and said " That’s it I am going up there”. My bro in law and sister walked into the ITU department to be confronted by the consultant's sidekick saying “Do you have an appointment?” my sister said “ I don’t need an appointment I DEMAND to see someone now.” They ushered my sister and brother-in-law into the waiting room. Then this sidekick of the consultant and another nurse came into the waiting room. My sister complained about the treatment of my family, the total lack of communication and the utterly disgraceful, unfeeling, uncaring and downright hostile attitude in which they were being treated, she already felt that the consultant had primed her that I would most likely die.
Unbeknownst to the sidekick my sister had already had a chat in the corridor with this other nurse on the day the consultant had kept them waiting over an hour.
This meeting followed the same unpleasant pattern as the earlier meeting with the consultant. At one point the sidekick threatened that she would get security to forcibly escort my sister out of the hospital. My Sister ignored this threat and simply continued to make her complaints known. My sister sat holding the hand of the other nurse appealing to her better nature hoping that she was a true 'Angel'. After my sister returned home she received a call from this nurse who rang on her private mobile phone - she said "They are NOT telling you the truth". "Shawn is not stable". He is 'static'. We should not use the term 'stable'. "This misleads families”. It was at this point that this nurse confirmed exactly everything my sister knew was happening. This call prompted my brother-in-law to demand a meeting with the CEO and the lead nurse of ITU.
This caused an immediate change of events and attitude, a female consultant rang and said that I would now be given a tracheostomy. She phoned my brother-in-law and said that a tracheostomy was 'Better for Shawn". More comfortable for Shawn. And easy to remove secretions". My sister already knew this is what I needed as she had been researching about it on the internet. It is shown that weaning when you had a tracheostomy is far easier and more successful than weaning when you are intubated with an endotracheal tube.
This lady doctor kept my family fully informed of how I was doing and rang every day. However, on day 5 after my tracheostomy my sister called and got to speak with a Matron in ITU. She subsequently found out in this call that I had got a raised temperature. The matron revealed that her instructions were that swabs from the lines in my neck and my tracheostomy tube had been sent to the lab to check for a bacterial infection and that they would get the results in around 2/3 days for the results and only then might they prescribe me antibiotics.
My sister was shocked by this and told the matron all that had gone on including the crash team etc. My sister figured that most staff didn't read the notes and were totally in the dark as to my crashing into ITU. The matron my sister said was very nice and listened intently. My sister said going to bed that night not knowing if I would survive this bacterial infection was heartbreaking. However, in a call the following morning my sister was told that antibiotics had now been started. A few days later my niece telephoned and just happened to ring when they were operating on me again - they were changing my tracheostomy tube - I think this may have been because of the bacterial infection. Once again this was not information relayed to my family but just something they happened to discover when calling for an update on my BP and Sats. I began to slowly recover, but I was far, far from out of the woods and I was still in a very precarious position. My blood pressure was very high and they kept administering meds to try and stabilise it and the pressure going into my lungs was still extremely high.
At one point I pulled out my feeding tube in the early hours of the morning but my sister couldn't get them to put my feeding tube back in until 11.45 pm. Even though they were starting my weaning the very next day! During my stay somehow I had lost four and a quarter stone of muscle mass.
Finally, I turned a corner and was discharged from ITU back into HDU where I stayed for several more days. I was looked after by a very nice dietitian/mental health nurse who said I still needed to stay longer in HDU - as one consultant wanted me shifted to the normal respiratory ward. Both she and I knew I was far too sick to be moved to a normal ward at this point. They eventually moved me at 1.20am. I had been left in HDU from 8 pm. I was left alongside the doors where I suffered from the cold draft. I only had one sheet over me. They had piled all my belongings on top of my bed waiting to be moved!! I was utterly exhausted. They had left me a total of 5 hours and 20 minutes before moving me.
My sister stayed up chatting with me to keep my spirits up. Eventually, I was sent home.
Me: So it sounds like your sister saved your lif, Shawn?
Shawn: If it wasn't for my sister Dave, I don't think I would have come out alive. My sister being switched on and aware of what happens in these hospitals all over the world is the reason that I am talking to you now. I was so unwell that it is very hazy what other medication they gave me. They suggested I was going to die and in their own words I was 'the sickest patient in the hospital'.
Me: Shawn, I would like to thank you very much for sharing your storey with my readers. I know it's been hard to relive it. Take care, Shawn.
Amazing family.