Purgatory is right! Whoa Naomi, what a traumatic ordeal you survived! Although not to the degree you experienced I have had humiliating experiences in hospitals. My fear and limited perception here say from nurses) is that hospitals in general have become more authoritarian since the pandemic. Therefore, I'm very grateful for you putting yourself out there and speaking up so eloquently about these humiliating circumstances. And yes, it's bad for everyone involved. Thank you and God bless.
WHY is "adult" abuse More important than Child abuse? If Amerikans defended and raised their children to self actualize instead of Follow, The Psychos that Be wouldn't have been able to gain such traction.
Children are the Social immune system that's been dismantled over decades.
I've been criminalized since 1970 for exposing abuse at "home". It was normal, you had NO RIGHTS. So how can "adult" people complain now? Makes NO SENSE. Its ALL about and has ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT, some people count more than others. In a healthy system, ALL people count!
Every day I run into more friends and acquaintances who’ve had major medical problems and have been badly served. I advised one disabled older man today to do as rigorous a research as he can for pinched spinal nerves, possibly hydrotherapy. The doctors are highy intimidating with lines such as “…what medical school did you go to??”
My mother had warnings back in the 70s, one mother had breast cancer and freaked out when a Christian Scientist counselled mind over matter. Another, Helen O’Neill had a hysterectomy and is still alive. My mother developed a uterine cancer which was badly handled and she died soon thereafter.
I've been going through Robert Mendelsohn's "Confessions of a Medical Heretic" again. He was a strong "La Leche League" supporter. If anyone is interested:
I was too busy to read your story; but, I couldn't stop reading it. It left me sad and fearful of ever being in a hospital. I am 75, have no children and a husband with Alzheimer's: in other words, I have no advocate for a hospital stay. I pray that God takes me out of this world quickly and I never have to be a patient in a hospital
It truly felt like you were in two seperate dimensions..one location seemed a brighter, higher dimension and the 2nd hospital location seemed odd or in the past.
Dear Naomi, this was painful to read. It seems you experienced a concentrated experience of what has happened to most of allopathic healthcare. I am so sorry you had to go through that, and we are all grateful that you got through it, and also grateful for Brian!
Just the other day I realized that I was dreading calling my internist's office for an appointment since so often the exchange is unpleasant. It used to be that we felt that doctors and medical personnel were on our side, there to help us. Now, it often feels adversarial. I think everyone is worn down by this corrupted system.
Your posts caught my eye. They captured my attention immediately because they reminded me of the time I helped my dad after he suffered a major stroke in 2007. Hard to believe it is that long ago. He passed away seven long years later, bedridden but at least peacefully at home after a long and debilitating illness.
I was very fortunate growing up in a household where my dad was a highly educated and respected thoracic surgeon. I never really saw the inside of a hospital. He was our family doctor. I was lucky enough that I never needed surgery.
As a young adult leaving home around the age of 18, first for college and then traveling abroad and eventually immigrating, the simple need to see a doctor for myself or for the kids’ earaches and chest infections became the bane of my existence. I absolutely hated it.
The last time I was properly inside a hospital was when my dad the doctor became the patient. I took care of him through the first two months as a patient in hospital and another four months helping at home after discharge.
Even as a physician himself, once he crossed that threshold he lived daily as a doctor it became a purgatory in his own words and as you described so accurately
He described the noise as constant and merciless. In his confused state after the stroke he actually believed he was at a train station and that the kitchen was on the platform. Loud voices were everywhere. He spent weeks lying in bed with nothing to do but listen very disoriented to every conversation at the nurses’ station. Never quite sure whether he was at a station or in the kitchen or at the hospital he was at He felt the helplessness of trying to get anyone’s attention when he could barely speak or move. As a stroke victim who could not express himself properly, he was reduced to a number on a clipboard in the stroke ward and later the rehabilitation centre. For the staff, life went on with rounds, shifts, chatter and paperwork while he lay there as one more body in the system.
Privacy disappeared. He was sometimes left too long on a bedpan. He soiled himself sometimes in a diaper and, because of his condition, was not always cleaned as promptly or thoroughly as he should have been. The indignity of it stayed with him. Eventually he lost control so badly that they had to sedate him and restrain him in the bed at times. He fought with every ounce of strength left in his body to get up and run out of that place. He wanted out more than he wanted almost anything else.
Your description of being dehumanized brings those conversations back with painful clarity. I was partly oblivious to most of his complaints as a patient. I behaved more like the doctor he once was. I focused on his recovery and hoped for better health. I did not pay enough attention to his daily gripes. He very much believed he was living in purgatory. On a few occasions I told him to toughen up and to calm down because we were all doing the best we could under the circumstances. I did not understand the fear, the disorientation, the discomfort, or the mental disability and total disorder of a brilliant mind confused after a severe stroke.
Your words capture those real anxieties, feelings of paranoia and confusion very succinctly and accurately. I can still smell, see, hear and taste it distinctly even though I was just the son who went to check on dad twice a day and guiltily sometimes only once a day. I also remember the relief he felt when he got home to familiarity and how he became a very different patient once he was out of that system.
That was my dad. He was the same man who had once walked those halls as a respected surgeon. The machinery does not care who you were before. Once you are on the other side of the bed you are a patient number. Everyone else’s life continues. Yours, for a while, stops.
Your writing these pieces hits hard. Some of us already know the smell of that particular purgatory. It reminded me again how fortunate one is if one can avoid it. At the same time it reminded me how fortunate we are that these uncomfortable places exist where we can be healed and survive, hopefully long enough to live and tell our story.
As a former orthopedic nurse, I am ashamed for my profession as to how you were treated in the neuro unit. That is the biggest bunch of B.S> I have ever heard as to the excuses they made! Masking? No pain meds???? No equipment? Not allowed to be seen by your orthopedic doctor???? This was insanity!!! You should sue them for abuse!!!!!!
Back in 1991, I was the babysitter for a family of 2 doctors. Mom found out she was pregnant and due to complications was on bed rest (imagine a doctor having to be on bed rest). She began having labor pains and rushed to the hospital because she was only about 4 months pregnant. I would go visit in between classes. One day the chief ob/gyn resident told her "you better prepare yourself for losing the baby" and walked out (he comes around in a second.) Another doctor on call came in and saw my friend crying and asked her what was wrong. She told him. Was WONDERFUL response was "oh, no. We aren't giving this up just yet. The battle isn't over and we are doing everything for you to see him to birth."
Her mother (another doctor) had arrived and asked me what I thought. From the core of my being I told her that her new grandson was going to be fine, but her daughter would have to do what the second doctor said (he became her ob). Fast forward to December 1991. Said baby was a month old and I happened to get hired at the office of this now practicing ob/gyn resident. I so wanted to bring that sweet, cheerful little boy into Dr. Buck's (yes, I'll name him) and place his carrier on his desk and say "this is the baby you told his mother 5 months ago she was going to lose. Maybe next time you will think before saying something like that again." He was a prick. The practice had several doctors so I had limited interaction with him and left for a better practice after a few months.
Words mean a lot. That little boy will turn 35 in a few months. I remember going to the hospital the morning he was born and holding that sweet baby and thinking "I knew you were going to be okay! I knew it!" (That gut feeling happened a few years ago when I arrived at work at my co-worker began to have some complications and was scared to death she was having another miscarried. I looked her right in the eye and said the same thing Dr. Barrsanti did in 1991 - "Don't give up yet. This isn't over. Go to the doctor, but don't give up." That little girl is now 4)
The little boy born in 1991 was the sweetest and most cheerful little boy. I told his mother "well, he went through so much inside of you that he was so happy to be out!"
So what did happen that necessitated the transfer and the sub-quality care?
I had a similar situation in reverse in March with a gallbladder removal. The first hospital was simply bad. Sure, they did the minimal, but the nurses were overwhelmed, the doctors were never around, and nobody was listening to me, the patient, at all. So I checked myself out and went to a second hospital, where they were staffed, they listened, and I got fixed up. Night and day. The bills are mostly paid now, with one big one left, but that was the least of the issues.
Hope your recovery is going as well as it possibly can.
Dear Naomi you faced the beast....once again. And once again our warrior princess came out with flying colors and is on the mend. By your question "did they save my life and reason?" I am wondering if you are suffering from Stockholm syndrome?(https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/22387-stockholm-syndrome).You were mistreated and it's not acceptable. I also wonder if the personnel had a personal knowledge of your work and was in retaliation mode? At any rate this neuro- icu ( why icu? , you weren't unconscious, or required constant telemetry monitoring, and you weren't on a ventilator) but be it as it may. The hospitals are employing people who are not qualified and don't have the humanity, I lived this with my mother who was in and out of hospitals and it was a battle every time with the doctors (now the hospitalists- very impersonal) and the nurses, and at the rehab centers and the nursing homes, (which should be closed down forever ). I've come to the conclusion the staff the hospital hires and personnel are mercenaries psychopaths who are there to collect a paycheck and have no avocation, human qualities or bedside manners. Also the personnel being hired are from all different parts of the world who don't have the same hygiene standards as Americans, but then again it is a hospital and it should be a pristine place with hygiene as well as quality personnel. The patient's comfort and care has been the least of the concerns and we've seen over the years there are plenty of mistakes: wrong limb amputated: https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/us-news/man-sues-hospital-after-having-34653533, removal of the wrong organs with fatal consequences: https://m10news.com/florida-surgeon-charged-with-manslaughter-after-removing-navy-veterans-liver-instead-of-spleen-then-asking-staff-to-cover-it-up/. And wrong medications given due to ignorance, I had to watch my mom's hospital orders and keep checking and rechecking for the wrong medication and doses written. I am estimating the substandard hospital medical care has been happening for the last ~25 to 30 years, accelerated after the groupthink C*v*d psychosis happening now. It is alarming to see how you lose your rights as an individual once you step into a hospital. I would not have had the patience and endurance you had. It was as if by asking for water, soap and pain meds which should be a given it was summarily denied! And the manhandling you endured it is appalling. This happening to an educated and articulated person such as yourself, and I believe this is happening to someone else right now as I am writing this post.
Hospitals are supposed to be places of refuge : hospitable, caring for the infirm and sick to look after a person in a hospitable way. In the Aramaic and Hebrew : Ashpez : to host , to invite a guest into your home: https://hekint.org/2023/03/23/the-origins-of-the-word-hospital/ .
The times are dangerous, complicated by AI, algorithms, mRNA, ultra-processed foods, glyphosate (roundup) transhumanism and the soviet style care that I call "pretend care" slow walking treatments or plain denying. Did nurse Mildred Ratchett ( "One flew over the cuckoo's nest") get cloned and is roaming freely in all the hospitals and nursing homes?
Because I have no assurance the hospital will follow any requests ( no blood transfusions, no biologics) the best is to sign out AMA ( Against Medical Advice) and wait for the reports of the tests, MRI or other in the comfort of your home.
You are a modern day Esther and we are rooting for you. In your book Facing the Beast Chapter 16 title : "Have the ancient gods returned?" I think yes they are here.
I need you to keep writing and start a movement to end the mistreatment at the hospitals and nursing homes. Sending you healing thoughts and wishing you a speedy recovery.
I am so sorry Dr. Wolf for what you have been put through🥹🥺😢😳😭. I am in tears right now as I cannot believe this is happening in the United States. I am simply beside myself😳😢.
Can you please kiss Brian's ring on my behalf for the love and care he gives you?!?! Aall the crucial details you covered in part 2 cost no money whatsoever. So why were they neglected or outright pushed to the side as these people are anything but stupid?!?!What is going on here is very parallel to the Hospital Protocols what took place at hospitals across country during the demic. And we know what their purpose was.
I am so happy and ever Grateful that you are outta that medical dungeon.
As far as forced nakedness, the Nazis did that to your ancestors. etc. And I noticed one thing is that these "things" were not implemented out of stupidity but it seems to dehumanize. Though I am nobody I still see surgical precision at play here.
I am so sorry to be so raw and blunt but these people are NOT medical Staff but criminals. During Covid the so called medical staff were financially incentivized to do what they did. And it would not shock me a bit if these individuals were too. They all should be fired & replaced.
Humans do not need to be trained to show humanity or common sense. It's an innate characteristic.
Thank you Ever so much for sharing your horrendous experience though it must have been hard for you to relive it in the process of sharing it. We owe you.
I can only ask God Al Mighty to Bust Heaven's Gates Wide Open on Your Precious Life with Eternal Definitive, And Spectacular Recovery and Restoration which is Eternal in Nature. May He give you the Bold, Athletic Vibrancy that you never thought could be possible. May He strengthen & Armor your Life on aall Fronts of it, inside and outside and on Multi dimensional Proportions and scale.
thank you Naomi for detailing your hospital experiences so accurately and eloquently and in many cases horrifyingly. at 72 I have been lucky enough to only have spent overnight in hospitals for the birth of my three children over 40 years ago. but every single thing you discuss I experienced even in those long ago brief hospital visits. everything was so dehumanizing and I had completely normal very quick births with no problems. but even way back then it convinced me that I never wanted to be in a hospital unless it was a life-threatening situation. I have spent much time in hospitals over many years however with aging loved ones and everything you talked about is true. Why on Earth can't hospitals be more like your Orthopedic Hospital and bring Humanity back into the room. I can't believe you didn't have a stroke! I certainly would have thought that was your problem also. what a blessing and an answer to prayer. I hope your hip is healing and I wonder if the ICU Hospital even knew or cared that you had just had major hip surgery with very tender spots. thank you for this and I look forward to your next installment. I have been out of the country and I had heard your first part and really wanted to hear the second part and just finished it. take care and I hope you are fully healing. Someone else in the comments mentioned wondering if this horror was supposed to happen to you so you could write about it and detail it so clearly for others to learn from and perhaps make changes.
Ahhhh, the joys of hospital convalescence! I've experienced what you speak of more than once. Hospitals are filled with caring people AND SOCIOPATHS. Sorry not sorry . It is a fact. We lie to ourselves about care giving, just like teaching and policing. These professions cater to those whose hearts are disconnected from their human brothers and sisters. I suppose because normally wired compasionate people have a hard time seeing other people suffer. You either get really connected empaths, or robotic disconnected automatons. God help you if you get a psychopath. They are there too.
Purgatory is right! Whoa Naomi, what a traumatic ordeal you survived! Although not to the degree you experienced I have had humiliating experiences in hospitals. My fear and limited perception here say from nurses) is that hospitals in general have become more authoritarian since the pandemic. Therefore, I'm very grateful for you putting yourself out there and speaking up so eloquently about these humiliating circumstances. And yes, it's bad for everyone involved. Thank you and God bless.
very important. wonderful descriptions, insights. esp. the dehumanizing of the nurses. I'm reminded of Abu Graibh. these infernal systems!
it seems we all know, can't believe, hope to evade, ignore the perils of hospitalization, imprisonment.
WHY is "adult" abuse More important than Child abuse? If Amerikans defended and raised their children to self actualize instead of Follow, The Psychos that Be wouldn't have been able to gain such traction.
Children are the Social immune system that's been dismantled over decades.
I've been criminalized since 1970 for exposing abuse at "home". It was normal, you had NO RIGHTS. So how can "adult" people complain now? Makes NO SENSE. Its ALL about and has ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT, some people count more than others. In a healthy system, ALL people count!
Every day I run into more friends and acquaintances who’ve had major medical problems and have been badly served. I advised one disabled older man today to do as rigorous a research as he can for pinched spinal nerves, possibly hydrotherapy. The doctors are highy intimidating with lines such as “…what medical school did you go to??”
My mother had warnings back in the 70s, one mother had breast cancer and freaked out when a Christian Scientist counselled mind over matter. Another, Helen O’Neill had a hysterectomy and is still alive. My mother developed a uterine cancer which was badly handled and she died soon thereafter.
I've been going through Robert Mendelsohn's "Confessions of a Medical Heretic" again. He was a strong "La Leche League" supporter. If anyone is interested:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCpf5wNR2Ho
I was too busy to read your story; but, I couldn't stop reading it. It left me sad and fearful of ever being in a hospital. I am 75, have no children and a husband with Alzheimer's: in other words, I have no advocate for a hospital stay. I pray that God takes me out of this world quickly and I never have to be a patient in a hospital
It truly felt like you were in two seperate dimensions..one location seemed a brighter, higher dimension and the 2nd hospital location seemed odd or in the past.
So glad you made it out of there!
Dear Naomi, this was painful to read. It seems you experienced a concentrated experience of what has happened to most of allopathic healthcare. I am so sorry you had to go through that, and we are all grateful that you got through it, and also grateful for Brian!
Just the other day I realized that I was dreading calling my internist's office for an appointment since so often the exchange is unpleasant. It used to be that we felt that doctors and medical personnel were on our side, there to help us. Now, it often feels adversarial. I think everyone is worn down by this corrupted system.
Looking forward to reading the next installment.
Dear Naomi,
Your posts caught my eye. They captured my attention immediately because they reminded me of the time I helped my dad after he suffered a major stroke in 2007. Hard to believe it is that long ago. He passed away seven long years later, bedridden but at least peacefully at home after a long and debilitating illness.
I was very fortunate growing up in a household where my dad was a highly educated and respected thoracic surgeon. I never really saw the inside of a hospital. He was our family doctor. I was lucky enough that I never needed surgery.
As a young adult leaving home around the age of 18, first for college and then traveling abroad and eventually immigrating, the simple need to see a doctor for myself or for the kids’ earaches and chest infections became the bane of my existence. I absolutely hated it.
The last time I was properly inside a hospital was when my dad the doctor became the patient. I took care of him through the first two months as a patient in hospital and another four months helping at home after discharge.
Even as a physician himself, once he crossed that threshold he lived daily as a doctor it became a purgatory in his own words and as you described so accurately
He described the noise as constant and merciless. In his confused state after the stroke he actually believed he was at a train station and that the kitchen was on the platform. Loud voices were everywhere. He spent weeks lying in bed with nothing to do but listen very disoriented to every conversation at the nurses’ station. Never quite sure whether he was at a station or in the kitchen or at the hospital he was at He felt the helplessness of trying to get anyone’s attention when he could barely speak or move. As a stroke victim who could not express himself properly, he was reduced to a number on a clipboard in the stroke ward and later the rehabilitation centre. For the staff, life went on with rounds, shifts, chatter and paperwork while he lay there as one more body in the system.
Privacy disappeared. He was sometimes left too long on a bedpan. He soiled himself sometimes in a diaper and, because of his condition, was not always cleaned as promptly or thoroughly as he should have been. The indignity of it stayed with him. Eventually he lost control so badly that they had to sedate him and restrain him in the bed at times. He fought with every ounce of strength left in his body to get up and run out of that place. He wanted out more than he wanted almost anything else.
Your description of being dehumanized brings those conversations back with painful clarity. I was partly oblivious to most of his complaints as a patient. I behaved more like the doctor he once was. I focused on his recovery and hoped for better health. I did not pay enough attention to his daily gripes. He very much believed he was living in purgatory. On a few occasions I told him to toughen up and to calm down because we were all doing the best we could under the circumstances. I did not understand the fear, the disorientation, the discomfort, or the mental disability and total disorder of a brilliant mind confused after a severe stroke.
Your words capture those real anxieties, feelings of paranoia and confusion very succinctly and accurately. I can still smell, see, hear and taste it distinctly even though I was just the son who went to check on dad twice a day and guiltily sometimes only once a day. I also remember the relief he felt when he got home to familiarity and how he became a very different patient once he was out of that system.
That was my dad. He was the same man who had once walked those halls as a respected surgeon. The machinery does not care who you were before. Once you are on the other side of the bed you are a patient number. Everyone else’s life continues. Yours, for a while, stops.
Your writing these pieces hits hard. Some of us already know the smell of that particular purgatory. It reminded me again how fortunate one is if one can avoid it. At the same time it reminded me how fortunate we are that these uncomfortable places exist where we can be healed and survive, hopefully long enough to live and tell our story.
With respect,
Johann Janson
As a former orthopedic nurse, I am ashamed for my profession as to how you were treated in the neuro unit. That is the biggest bunch of B.S> I have ever heard as to the excuses they made! Masking? No pain meds???? No equipment? Not allowed to be seen by your orthopedic doctor???? This was insanity!!! You should sue them for abuse!!!!!!
Back in 1991, I was the babysitter for a family of 2 doctors. Mom found out she was pregnant and due to complications was on bed rest (imagine a doctor having to be on bed rest). She began having labor pains and rushed to the hospital because she was only about 4 months pregnant. I would go visit in between classes. One day the chief ob/gyn resident told her "you better prepare yourself for losing the baby" and walked out (he comes around in a second.) Another doctor on call came in and saw my friend crying and asked her what was wrong. She told him. Was WONDERFUL response was "oh, no. We aren't giving this up just yet. The battle isn't over and we are doing everything for you to see him to birth."
Her mother (another doctor) had arrived and asked me what I thought. From the core of my being I told her that her new grandson was going to be fine, but her daughter would have to do what the second doctor said (he became her ob). Fast forward to December 1991. Said baby was a month old and I happened to get hired at the office of this now practicing ob/gyn resident. I so wanted to bring that sweet, cheerful little boy into Dr. Buck's (yes, I'll name him) and place his carrier on his desk and say "this is the baby you told his mother 5 months ago she was going to lose. Maybe next time you will think before saying something like that again." He was a prick. The practice had several doctors so I had limited interaction with him and left for a better practice after a few months.
Words mean a lot. That little boy will turn 35 in a few months. I remember going to the hospital the morning he was born and holding that sweet baby and thinking "I knew you were going to be okay! I knew it!" (That gut feeling happened a few years ago when I arrived at work at my co-worker began to have some complications and was scared to death she was having another miscarried. I looked her right in the eye and said the same thing Dr. Barrsanti did in 1991 - "Don't give up yet. This isn't over. Go to the doctor, but don't give up." That little girl is now 4)
The little boy born in 1991 was the sweetest and most cheerful little boy. I told his mother "well, he went through so much inside of you that he was so happy to be out!"
So what did happen that necessitated the transfer and the sub-quality care?
I had a similar situation in reverse in March with a gallbladder removal. The first hospital was simply bad. Sure, they did the minimal, but the nurses were overwhelmed, the doctors were never around, and nobody was listening to me, the patient, at all. So I checked myself out and went to a second hospital, where they were staffed, they listened, and I got fixed up. Night and day. The bills are mostly paid now, with one big one left, but that was the least of the issues.
Hope your recovery is going as well as it possibly can.
Dear Naomi you faced the beast....once again. And once again our warrior princess came out with flying colors and is on the mend. By your question "did they save my life and reason?" I am wondering if you are suffering from Stockholm syndrome?(https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/22387-stockholm-syndrome).You were mistreated and it's not acceptable. I also wonder if the personnel had a personal knowledge of your work and was in retaliation mode? At any rate this neuro- icu ( why icu? , you weren't unconscious, or required constant telemetry monitoring, and you weren't on a ventilator) but be it as it may. The hospitals are employing people who are not qualified and don't have the humanity, I lived this with my mother who was in and out of hospitals and it was a battle every time with the doctors (now the hospitalists- very impersonal) and the nurses, and at the rehab centers and the nursing homes, (which should be closed down forever ). I've come to the conclusion the staff the hospital hires and personnel are mercenaries psychopaths who are there to collect a paycheck and have no avocation, human qualities or bedside manners. Also the personnel being hired are from all different parts of the world who don't have the same hygiene standards as Americans, but then again it is a hospital and it should be a pristine place with hygiene as well as quality personnel. The patient's comfort and care has been the least of the concerns and we've seen over the years there are plenty of mistakes: wrong limb amputated: https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/us-news/man-sues-hospital-after-having-34653533, removal of the wrong organs with fatal consequences: https://m10news.com/florida-surgeon-charged-with-manslaughter-after-removing-navy-veterans-liver-instead-of-spleen-then-asking-staff-to-cover-it-up/. And wrong medications given due to ignorance, I had to watch my mom's hospital orders and keep checking and rechecking for the wrong medication and doses written. I am estimating the substandard hospital medical care has been happening for the last ~25 to 30 years, accelerated after the groupthink C*v*d psychosis happening now. It is alarming to see how you lose your rights as an individual once you step into a hospital. I would not have had the patience and endurance you had. It was as if by asking for water, soap and pain meds which should be a given it was summarily denied! And the manhandling you endured it is appalling. This happening to an educated and articulated person such as yourself, and I believe this is happening to someone else right now as I am writing this post.
Hospitals are supposed to be places of refuge : hospitable, caring for the infirm and sick to look after a person in a hospitable way. In the Aramaic and Hebrew : Ashpez : to host , to invite a guest into your home: https://hekint.org/2023/03/23/the-origins-of-the-word-hospital/ .
The times are dangerous, complicated by AI, algorithms, mRNA, ultra-processed foods, glyphosate (roundup) transhumanism and the soviet style care that I call "pretend care" slow walking treatments or plain denying. Did nurse Mildred Ratchett ( "One flew over the cuckoo's nest") get cloned and is roaming freely in all the hospitals and nursing homes?
Because I have no assurance the hospital will follow any requests ( no blood transfusions, no biologics) the best is to sign out AMA ( Against Medical Advice) and wait for the reports of the tests, MRI or other in the comfort of your home.
You are a modern day Esther and we are rooting for you. In your book Facing the Beast Chapter 16 title : "Have the ancient gods returned?" I think yes they are here.
I need you to keep writing and start a movement to end the mistreatment at the hospitals and nursing homes. Sending you healing thoughts and wishing you a speedy recovery.
Naomi , you have the platform. Cheers!
I am so sorry Dr. Wolf for what you have been put through🥹🥺😢😳😭. I am in tears right now as I cannot believe this is happening in the United States. I am simply beside myself😳😢.
Can you please kiss Brian's ring on my behalf for the love and care he gives you?!?! Aall the crucial details you covered in part 2 cost no money whatsoever. So why were they neglected or outright pushed to the side as these people are anything but stupid?!?!What is going on here is very parallel to the Hospital Protocols what took place at hospitals across country during the demic. And we know what their purpose was.
I am so happy and ever Grateful that you are outta that medical dungeon.
As far as forced nakedness, the Nazis did that to your ancestors. etc. And I noticed one thing is that these "things" were not implemented out of stupidity but it seems to dehumanize. Though I am nobody I still see surgical precision at play here.
I am so sorry to be so raw and blunt but these people are NOT medical Staff but criminals. During Covid the so called medical staff were financially incentivized to do what they did. And it would not shock me a bit if these individuals were too. They all should be fired & replaced.
Humans do not need to be trained to show humanity or common sense. It's an innate characteristic.
Thank you Ever so much for sharing your horrendous experience though it must have been hard for you to relive it in the process of sharing it. We owe you.
I can only ask God Al Mighty to Bust Heaven's Gates Wide Open on Your Precious Life with Eternal Definitive, And Spectacular Recovery and Restoration which is Eternal in Nature. May He give you the Bold, Athletic Vibrancy that you never thought could be possible. May He strengthen & Armor your Life on aall Fronts of it, inside and outside and on Multi dimensional Proportions and scale.
In Christ Jesus Name. Amen X 7
We Love you very much Angel💐🌟🔥🎯🏆🎖️❤️🔥🎶🎵🎼🌠💞🇺🇸‼️
thank you Naomi for detailing your hospital experiences so accurately and eloquently and in many cases horrifyingly. at 72 I have been lucky enough to only have spent overnight in hospitals for the birth of my three children over 40 years ago. but every single thing you discuss I experienced even in those long ago brief hospital visits. everything was so dehumanizing and I had completely normal very quick births with no problems. but even way back then it convinced me that I never wanted to be in a hospital unless it was a life-threatening situation. I have spent much time in hospitals over many years however with aging loved ones and everything you talked about is true. Why on Earth can't hospitals be more like your Orthopedic Hospital and bring Humanity back into the room. I can't believe you didn't have a stroke! I certainly would have thought that was your problem also. what a blessing and an answer to prayer. I hope your hip is healing and I wonder if the ICU Hospital even knew or cared that you had just had major hip surgery with very tender spots. thank you for this and I look forward to your next installment. I have been out of the country and I had heard your first part and really wanted to hear the second part and just finished it. take care and I hope you are fully healing. Someone else in the comments mentioned wondering if this horror was supposed to happen to you so you could write about it and detail it so clearly for others to learn from and perhaps make changes.
Ahhhh, the joys of hospital convalescence! I've experienced what you speak of more than once. Hospitals are filled with caring people AND SOCIOPATHS. Sorry not sorry . It is a fact. We lie to ourselves about care giving, just like teaching and policing. These professions cater to those whose hearts are disconnected from their human brothers and sisters. I suppose because normally wired compasionate people have a hard time seeing other people suffer. You either get really connected empaths, or robotic disconnected automatons. God help you if you get a psychopath. They are there too.