Friday, December 24, 2021

Doctor Quits Treating Patients over Covid Ignorance Attack


Doctor Quits Treating Patients over Covid Ignorance Attack

From the Anti-Vaccers, Daily Kos     12 24 21

DAILY KOS:  https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2021/12/21/1925477/-Anti-vaxx-Chronicles-ER-doctor-quits-because-Q-nuts-push-him-over-the-edge?detail=emaildkbow , taken from the site below:

HERMAN CAINE AWARD Reddit:  https://www.reddit.com/r/HermanCainAward/comments/rnejdh/rhermancainaward_daily_vent_thread_december_24/


NOTE FROM BLOGGER: This story is sad and infuriating. Those who are purposely misleading the public are just as responsible for this attack as the ignorant public created by social media fraud twisters like FOXX news. 

How can we better protect the DECENT doctors who have given so much? Adding injury to insult, the doctor was assaulted for doing his job by a woman not even grounded in reality...    


Read about this for yourself.
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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.

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

When Hate Takes Over the Microphone

 




When Hate Takes Over the Microphone

--njbell


Like silent fumes of noxious thoughts

I touch all lives at some time

Whether or not you see me

On the daily news

On Facebook,

On Twitter or Tic Tok

On the street and off

On the faces passing by. or

On a growing current of sentiment


Whether you see me or not,

I am there, like a virus,

Spreading clandestinely

Through coded nods and smiles

Through greetings and agreements

Through ads and slogans

Through fundraisers and rallies

Through relatives and neighbors

Through friends and team mates


My lies are profound and emotionally convincing

When half the facts are hidden or changed

Time is raided for the picking of old wounds

“Just keep your power, keep your advantages

Just never be thrown into the endless pit

Just keep helping to dig a hole for others.

Just throw them in, keep them under

Just restrict their means to achieve equality

Just follow the crowd, we know the way”


My helpers fear equality, fear others being empowered

And fear losing perceived entitlements of privilege

And fear being underfoot to someone with grievances,

By some people's collective actions

By some people's collective silence

By some people's collective smiling agreement

By some people's collective ignorance

By some people's collective violence and

By your country's collective history, in truth


I have had many names

As Hate, I touch every land

Using your own words against you

I borrow words from the repressive

I borrow words from the perverse

I borrow words from dead heroes

I borrow words from proud traditions

I borrow words from wealthy thieves

I borrow words from the morally bankrupt


I make a stand on platforms

Not being particular to venues

Just so long as it is

Dedicated to the derision of others

Dedicated to the coalescing of hate

Dedicated to the banner of superiority

Dedicated to the torch of vain victory

Dedicated to the way things should be, though they never were

Dedicated to all the seeds that promise a recycle of hate seasons


I lead a poisoned cry to arms

From shadows, increasing in might

Still dodging the opposing forces

That pointed out my irony

That pointed out my hypocritical criticisms

That pointed out my affinity to cause misery

That pointed out my disregard of justice

That pointed out the emperor has no clothes

That pointed out my heart of stone and waving flag


A rose is still a rose, no matter what it is called

Jim Crow is only one name

That mobilizes my hate

Into good ol' boys who stick together

Into friends and neighbors down the road

Into a group to stand within for safety

Into an invisible face with a mean end

Into a nostalgic remembrance of apple pie

Into lies that continue on the breeze, like smoke


I spring out of dormant embers

Hiding in traditions and giving murky ground

To flex my muscles in spite when it is time

When I am made to feel welcome again

When the front line of my opponents is in shambles

When conditions conspire to deceive en mass

When the new generation sees my golden road

When winning by cheating becomes a sign of success

When lie gets a new parade to dazzle admirers


I am come as Hate floating down Main Street

In broad daylight, for all to partake of me

Unconcerned and throwing confetti while

Grabbing a speaker to spread my messages

Grabbing the headlines, to stir the facts

Grabbing minds seeking a life preserver

Grabbing false leaders to form my new home team

Grabbing followers because people love to cheer together

Grabbing power, and celebrating being right when wrong.


Down through the ages, I have claimed many lives

I come out to play through the outrage I cause

I eat from the power of screams, fear and tears

Just like I eat from the power of false hopes and confusion

Just like I eat from the power of exclusion

Just like I eat from the power of apathy

Just like I eat from the power of helplessness

Just like I eat from the power of fear and distrust

Just like I always devour, that's what hate does


I stand in a high place looking over my battlefield

I feel the armies coming as rivers of bodies

I anticipate and relish the grief of a new generation

I can smell the blood that's coming

I can smell old upsets and confusions coming to new fruition

I can smell the fear, as targets fall in battle on both sides

I can smell the stagnant air bringing back old hate from the dead

I can smell sad traditions that glorified my might by your rights

I can smell the acrid eroding of direction and purpose


I know how the cycles of hate works, over time

One day I am on streets and billboards

Babies eating the lollipops of it, praised and adored

Children play and dream of power and privileges stolen

Teens with tunnel vision take up aggression

Adults take up signs and arms and pit life against life

Communities crouch under the threat of violence

Cities burn and courts crowd


And the country will once again, reach a tipping point

When a front line will re-emerge, because it is necessary

Leaders are born from likely and unlikely places

And a new lesson will begin

And a new unity will spread

And a new sense of direction will be born

And a new movement will begin

And a new movement to counter hate

And new faces will become seeds for the next crop