What a difference one year makes!

Dr. John Reizer

It’s late, in the middle of the night. My mind never turns off. It especially likes to run wild in the early morning hours.

As some of our visitors know, I almost died in 2021 from what would have gone into the record books as death due to COVID-19. That would have pissed me off, and for that reason alone, I couldn’t leave this world.

In late August of 2021, I was battling an upper respiratory infection for about ten days. I could not shake the cold. My oxygen saturation kept getting lower each day and I had developed some annoying congestion along with a low-grade fever.

I closed my chiropractic office for two weeks and rested at home. It was the first time I had been ill in several years.

On September 6th, my wife called the paramedics so someone could listen to my lungs. The EMTs came to my house and said I was stable and better off staying at home. All of our local hospitals were filled with COVID patients, so the only option was to go to a North Carolina facility that was about ten miles away from my house. I elected to stay put and not go to the hospital.

The next night at about eleven o clock in the evening, my oxygen saturation dropped to 84. My family convinced me to go to the hospital. Again, the South Carolina hospitals near me were not accepting patients, so I decided to go to a hospital in Columbus, North Carolina.

When I got to the emergency room, I was immediately taken to a room where I was given oxygen. I remember the nurse telling me that my oxygen level had come up to 100 percent. I was breathing easier and resting in a bed.

That’s the last thing I remember from that evening. My next conscious memory was waving to my wife, daughter, and some other family members standing outside my hospital room on the lawn. We could see one another through a window. My wife and daughter were holding up a sign that read, ” We love you, you are strong, you will get better!”

I did not understand where I was; what the hell everyone was doing outside my room or anything else that was taking place.

I remembered dreaming about being in a resort and having a picnic with some people. The guy who ran the place asked me if I wanted to go home and see family. I said, yes and suddenly was watching my family from a hospital window.

I had no idea that I had been on a ventilator for three weeks and that every other patient in the hospital wing where I was resting had died on ventilators. I had no idea that the doctors let my wife and daughter gown up in hazmat suits on two occasions to come and see me because they believed I would not survive the nights.

I also had no idea that as I was waving to my family through a window, I was internally bleeding and had been receiving regular blood transfusions. I didn’t know that I was awaiting approval from my insurance company and a hospital in Charlotte, North Carolina to get transferred for emergency surgeries to stop the bleeding.

Life is precious and ever-changing. One second, you are fine, and then in the blink of an eye, you are not.

I don’t believe that the coronavirus that allegedly causes COVID-19 is real. I believe that I was poisoned and nearly killed by hospital protocols that were specially designed for treating patients diagnosed with this fictional malady.

I was lucky to survive last year. Somehow, someway, I recovered from my illness. Unfortunately, the trauma I endured along with the surgical procedures I underwent left me with serious problems. I have been disabled and out of work for almost a year, and the physical and emotional stresses my wife, daughter, and I have experienced were difficult, to say the least.

Terrible things are happening to innocent people worldwide, and I feel that I have a responsibility to write about these happenings.

I honestly believe that one of the reasons why I survived was so that I could continue to warn people about some of the things that are taking place. That’s what NoFakeNews is about.

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lhakes12 July 9, 2022 / 7:55 am

John, you are approaching your anniversary of the nightmare you went through. I can understand how things must be going through your mind.
And I can’t help but to relate to everything you are saying because of my own family’s nightmare with my husband being on the ventilator in April and May of 2020.
When I brought my husband into the ER his oxygen level was 69. And I was only permitted to wave through a window to say good-bye. And I was never permitted to visit for those 37 days. But I received daily phone calls from his doctor. Plus, I was permitted to have a nurse hold a phone up to my husband everyday so he could hear my voice even if he was unconscious. And I was never given much hope of him surviving. He, of course, has no memory of any of this. But he did miraculously survive as you did.
And during that time, I was learning to be a widow. So I can relate as to how your wife and daughter must have felt.
My eldest son (not autistic son) lives down the street and was helping me out. My daughter was at college. My son and I had talks about what I was going to do. He said he would help get me a job at the credit union he works at if I was unable to take care of my autistic son by myself. And my autistic son escaped the house the first night my husband was put on the ventilator. I got a call in the middle of the night from the police. I thought it was was going to be the hospital telling me that my husband had died when the phone rang. But it was about my autistic son. And the police brought him home. But because of covid they refused to come in my house at that time to help me to put the basement window back in. I had to call my other son in the night to come help me. And also one of my cats escaped in the open window and went missing for a week before he decided to come back.
Plus, I also had my other son teaching me how to do things like put radiator fluid in my car. It was leaking badly. He also taught me how to mow the lawn. I had never done it before. But I wanted to learn. And since this ordeal, I have wanted to keep up the job. So I have mowed the lawn the last couple of years. But this summer I had a problem. Because I haven’t been going to my health club to lift weights because of my autistic son’s refusal to leave the house this past year, I apparently have lost muscle in my arms. And although I have kept up with using my eliptical at home and going for walks after my husband gets home from work, my arms have weakened and I now have strained muscles. I have been quite broken these past couple of last weeks. The pain in my arms are the worst in the night. I can barely reach over to get a drink of water on my nightstand.
And that has nothing to do with covid or vaccines but I share your pain at the moment, John.
And when it rains in life it sure does pour, doesn’t it?
However, I am happy to say that although I am still stiff, I was not in as much pain last night. So I hope I am on the mend.
And as you, John, I do not believe any of what my family went through is a covid related. There is something else in our midst making people sick!
Lisa

Dr. John Reizer July 9, 2022 / 11:22 am

Thanks, Sandy! I appreciate your support! 👍🙂

John
sandy edwards July 9, 2022 / 11:07 am

I thought my past couple years were bad with sciatica and various other issues but realize there is always someone that has it worse. I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since your illness. I am thankful that you made it through and are back doing what needs to be done. I know what you mean about the mind racing in the middle of the night. Thanks Dr. Reizer for continuing to fight.

And Lisa I know you have had your share too. You are both so right about something in our midst making people sick. I often wondered if my worsening symptoms were due to the smart meter, water, or something??
Dr. John Reizer July 9, 2022 / 9:23 am

👍
lhakes12 July 9, 2022 / 9:20 am

That is all that any of us can do, John. And don’t forget that there are still some things to look forward to! 🙂
Lisa
Dr. John Reizer July 9, 2022 / 8:54 am

It is an anniversary that I am not looking forward to, Lisa. My life has changed so much in one year, and not for the better. I am taking things a day at a time. 🙂

John
lhakes12 July 9, 2022 / 7:55 am

John, you are approaching your anniversary of the nightmare you went through. I can understand how things must be going through your mind.
And I can’t help but to relate to everything you are saying because of my own family’s nightmare with my husband being on the ventilator in April and May of 2020.
When I brought my husband into the ER his oxygen level was 69. And I was only permitted to wave through a window to say good-bye. And I was never permitted to visit for those 37 days. But I received daily phone calls from his doctor. Plus, I was permitted to have a nurse hold a phone up to my husband everyday so he could hear my voice even if he was unconscious. And I was never given much hope of him surviving. He, of course, has no memory of any of this. But he did miraculously survive as you did.
And during that time, I was learning to be a widow. So I can relate as to how your wife and daughter must have felt.
My eldest son (not autistic son) lives down the street and was helping me out. My daughter was at college. My son and I had talks about what I was going to do. He said he would help get me a job at the credit union he works at if I was unable to take care of my autistic son by myself. And my autistic son escaped the house the first night my husband was put on the ventilator. I got a call in the middle of the night from the police. I thought it was was going to be the hospital telling me that my husband had died when the phone rang. But it was about my autistic son. And the police brought him home. But because of covid they refused to come in my house at that time to help me to put the basement window back in. I had to call my other son in the night to come help me. And also one of my cats escaped in the open window and went missing for a week before he decided to come back.
Plus, I also had my other son teaching me how to do things like put radiator fluid in my car. It was leaking badly. He also taught me how to mow the lawn. I had never done it before. But I wanted to learn. And since this ordeal, I have wanted to keep up the job. So I have mowed the lawn the last couple of years. But this summer I had a problem. Because I haven’t been going to my health club to lift weights because of my autistic son’s refusal to leave the house this past year, I apparently have lost muscle in my arms. And although I have kept up with using my eliptical at home and going for walks after my husband gets home from work, my arms have weakened and I now have strained muscles. I have been quite broken these past couple of last weeks. The pain in my arms are the worst in the night. I can barely reach over to get a drink of water on my nightstand.
And that has nothing to do with covid or vaccines but I share your pain at the moment, John.
And when it rains in life it sure does pour, doesn’t it?
However, I am happy to say that although I am still stiff, I was not in as much pain last night. So I hope I am on the mend.
And as you, John, I do not believe any of what my family went through is a covid related. There is something else in our midst making people sick!
Lisa