Sorry I haven't written anything in a while. In mid January (2022), I went into a diabetic coma, and became completely unresponsive, as my wife rushed me to the hospital. I was near death, and they apparently hooked me up to all sorts of things, to save my life. Yet they had little hope that I would make it. Being unvaccinated they wouldn't allow my wife to stay with me, but made an exception because they believed I wouldn't make it. My faithful and praying wife came everyday, talking to me and praying for me... including putting her head onto mine, to bring me back to life. And miraculously I came back to life, with a memory of some sort, and able to function slightly even though they stapped me down to the bed.
II was coming in and out of consciousness, saying things on sports, to fishing and of course the false pandemic. This they very much didn't like, and treated me accordingly, even saying they would no longer treat me if I didn't get tested. I refused the long wooden chinese brain nasal swabbing, and yet one doctor stood up for me, and said I didn't need to be tested. Why because I had no covid symptonsand was there because I had diabetes, and high blood pressure, not for covid.
I spent another seven days in a ward, rather than ICU, yet they asked my wife to stay away because she was unvaccinated..... even though it was her love and prayers that brought me out of the diabetic comma. I should have died, and they expected me to die, and actually weren't too happy that an unvaccinated patient had made it back to health and improving.
They told me I couldnt go home because I was immobile and needed physical therapy treatments to get me walking. The next morning before the nurses came, I dressed and walked without a walker or anything to the coffee shop, about a ten minute walk through the corridors to the hospital coffee shop. Quite the trip, as the Lord strengthened me, and it did show them I was capable and mobile, and well enoiugh to be discharged.
One of my daighters came, got the paperwork, and with only hospital socks onmy feet, I went out the front entrance doors to her vechicle and home to my darling.
I now am recovering more completely and getting my strength back. My bed sores have healed, as they didn't allow me to roll over, I had lost 24 pounds, but thankfully my memory is intact. Ha and I can walk and talk at the same time. I came back from the dead, and now we ponder our next step or steps for the Lord.
Good to be back !!! Thank you Jesus, my wife and those that were praying for me.