MILITARY TROOPS: HAVE A PLAN B.
I’m a MilSpouse, and I will be giving you an insider’s view to military life in regards to a specific incident.
For those of you who think our military have the very best medical care at their disposal — I am here to tell you of a personal account that will contradict that illusion.
In early September of 2021, my active-duty husband came down with the Fauci Flu (aka, The Wuhan Virus; aka, Covid-19) and within just a couple of days he was bedridden.
Now, everybody and their mother knows that receiving early treatment is the KEY to fight this man-made virus for an easier and faster recovery.
So, we were not that worried as he was already scheduled to have a PHA phone appointment (Physical Health Assessment) with a military doctor the next day. The PHA is generally done in person as the troops get physicals once a year; however, since the Fauci Flu came to town, they stopped holding it in person — at least at this command and with other troops I had contacted that were in CONUS.
When the military doctor called him at his appointed time, my husband gave him the run-down of his symptoms in which the Fauci Flu matched them all. Check, check, and check!
The military doctor’s reply to my husband’s assessment went like this, “Go and get tested for Covid. If the Covid test is negative, come to base and we will help you.”
That told him that, if he tested positive, the base doctors would not help him.
My husband replied to the doctor, “I am unable to get tested because I cannot get out of bed.” (During this time, the tests were hard to come by—I could not just go to the local CVS or Walgreens and buy one. I searched high and higher!)
The doctor replied, “Well, then just rest and isolate at home.” The doctor did NOT prescribe him any sort of medication nor any type of recommended vitamins to help combat the Fauci Flu. He might as well have been asking a gnat on the wall for help, yet all my husband received from the military doctor was to just hunker down and stay home. Best wishes, kind regards, buena suerte…
Two days later he became worse, so we called the Nurse Advice Hotline (NAH) through TriCare (the military’s health care). We were hung up on three separate occasions through a transfer of calls. On the fourth try, we were finally able to get through to a live human being. “Finally! He is going to get some help and medications!” I thought. Little did I know that Charlie Murphy would pop up later and say, “WRONG!”
We spoke with a nurse and twice during that call, as my husband was lying in bed struggling to focus and answer questions, she asked, “What would you do if you didn’t have TriCare?” This nurse was giving him a survey?? What in the H-E-double-L?!? His normal sarcastic self would have asked, “Can I phone a friend, and do I get a $5.00 gift card at the end of the call?” The man was in pain and agony, so he replied, “I guess I would just suffer.”
The nurse could care less. She did not say, “Let’s get you help right away, sir, or let me find a doctor who can prescribe you some medication.” She finally gave him a referral and a number to Doctor’s Care Facility in town which I called immediately after we hung up with NAH.
When I called, at the end of the other line was an uninvolved voice mail. I left a lengthy message stating my husband’s active-duty status, rattled off his symptoms, and asked for someone to please call us back ASAP. No one ever did. He and I were stunned. My husband took all of the necessary steps to get medical help, and they all failed. It was then that we knew we were on our own.
I then called America’s Frontline Doctors (civilian doctors) and that was a nail-biter because we got put on a waitlist, and we had to wait for call back. I paid the $90 consultation fee and well, waited…
A friend was aware of our situation and advised me to call a telemedicine doctor from Sesame Care — that would be another civilian doctor outside of military insurance. I took her direction and called the same night after I left a message on that useless answering machine to Doctor’s Care Facility. I was able to make an appointment, but no doctor was available until Sunday, and it was Friday night. That would be a total of seven days with no proper medication.
America’s Frontline Doctors called us back a couple of days later and put in a prescription for Ivermectin but nothing else.
When the telemedicine doctor called on Sunday afternoon, we had a video phone call so she could actually see my husband’s condition. He was topless, slumped on the bed with multiple pillows stacked behind him, and hadn’t shaved in days. (So suffice it to say he was not “Looking good, Billy Ray!” “Feeling good, Louis!”) She asked him some questions about his symptoms and prescribed multiple medications immediately and within a matter of hours the medications were ready.
During this call, I told her what had happened or to be more EXACT what did NOT happen with the military doctor. As a medical doctor, she was appalled and deemed it medical negligence. She also had some choice words to say about the lack of care and treatment.
The doctor wrote a note for my husband to stay home for a full two weeks—that satisfied his command. She also gave me her personal cell phone number so I could communicate with her directly.
The telemedicine doctor was a Floridian and thankfully was licensed to practice in other states. She turned out to be a God-Send who happened to be a Patriotic American, and who I imagined sat on a puffy white cloud with a prescription pad. God knew what He was doing; He sent in the calvary!
After that call and after I started administering the medications which included high levels of Vitamin C, Vitamin D, and Zinc, among several prescription drugs, several days later my husband’s symptoms became worse. Remember, he had gone a full seven days without any medication.
We had a pulse oximeter in which I was monitoring every day all day. His oxygen level was declining. I texted the doctor, and she immediately wrote a script for an 02 concentrator with tanks.
I drove 40 minutes to pick up the tanks, hoses, and machine from a company whose entire business is having portable life-saving oxygen available to people to take home. When I arrived home with my 02 Swag, I called the woman from the company, and she talked me through the step-by-step instructions on how to set up the 02 concentrator and the hoses. I am someone with NO medical experience at all. I can’t even use a thermometer correctly. This extraordinary lady was calm, cool, and collected. She was another angel that had my back.
So now my husband was on 02, 24/7 —- a healthy military man having to have 02 pumped into his nose so that it could get air into his lungs. It was a like a bad dream seeing him helpless relying on this machine to help him breathe. The din of the 02 machine was foreign to me as I do not visit hospitals much — the pumping, wheezing, and mechanical pitches were unnerving, but I was very grateful for it at the same time.
My husband’s worst night was 13 days after his first sign of illness. His pulse oximeter dipped to 87. I felt that I would have to call an ambulance to take him to the ER, yet it was that night that I became resolute that this man-made virus was not from God. I had been praying for him every single day, but at this particular moment I felt a strength…a power … an assurance and determination that did not come from any self-will or self-reliance. I put my hands on my husband’s chest and rested the weight of my body on him —yes, he was having trouble breathing, and now I’m putting pressure on his chest — I wasn’t trying to collect the life insurance — it wasn’t that much.
I started declaring over and over very aggressively that God’s breath was breathing into him. I declared with a ferocity that his lungs were 100% clear with God’s fuller breath permeating his perfect lungs. I visualized the cilia on his lungs moving back and forth freely like the green sea grass in clear ocean waters. The next morning — just 12 hours later — he took off his 02 and was sitting up in bed breathing like a normal person. He got up, walked to the bathroom, and then came back to bed, and for the first time in days, he wasn’t sucking wind. He said, “I feel 100% better.” It was a Christmas miracle in September! I really don’t believe in miracles per say— I have been a witness to God’s supernatural power multiple times in multiple situations.
Why didn’t I call the ambulance when his 02 level dipped down to 87? I had a good friend whose husband was a doctor (in another state). He was abreast of the situation, and we were taking his advice with other remedies that did not involve a prescription. One of the most amazing tidbits of this story is that the morning after my husband took off his 02, my friend had told me that if the 02 level dipped any lower than 87, they would have directed me to call an ambulance. God made sure that never happened.
THE AFTERMATH
Here is the glaring question: Why did my husband, who has faithfully served his country, have to go through this unnecessary ordeal???
This could have all been avoided if the military doctor DID HIS JOB. This horrible situation (for millions of people) could have also been avoided if Fauci, Collins, Daszak, and our own Pentagon did not use our taxpayer money for the gain-of-function experiment.
FUN FACT: Did you know that Obama lifted the gain-of-function research just days before he left office in January 2017?
Another question you may have is why didn’t my husband jut go to another doctor in the first place? What I want to impress upon you is that the troops are trained and conditioned to go through the proper channels; they are instructed to go through their chain of command.
This is how the protocol works: If you’re sick, you go to (military) medical. If your assigned doctor deems you SIQ (sick in quarters), generally your command accepts that and you rest and receive medication. What you do not do is seek help without a referral — because then you would have to pay a big payload out-of pocket, and everyone knows that you don’t sign up for the military to become wealthy. That is what having a job in Congress is for!
So, what happens if you do follow all the proper procedures, but you can’t drive, your solar-powered scooter has a flat, or you’re bedridden? What if the military that you have entrusted your life and limbs to — what if that very same military complex tells you to GO POUND SAND? You need a PLAN B.
Men and women sign up voluntarily for the military — risking life and limb, moving every three years, living away from their family, deploying on ships and/or being dropped in the middle of Afghanistan. They assume that, in return, the government officials in which these troops physically protect in order for the elites to have their freedoms, enjoying their comfortable D.C. offices, high salaries, numerous staff members, botox treatments and butt implants, stock funds, and plush, three-inch deep carpets with deep mahogany wooden desks, would have their back.
If a member of Congress becomes ill, not to worry! They have the very best healthcare that YOUR tax dollars so generously pay for…
How many troops have gone through and are going through this type of negligence? Don’t our troops deserve the very best?
Let us imagine if the same type of situation that happened to my husband happened to someone who broke into our country — an illegal alien. The doctor would be sued, his license revoked; he would be dragged through the streets and disemboweled and probably lit on fire — and, of course, the most egregious action — he would be put in Facebook jail and kicked off Twitter.
BACK TO BASE
When my husband went back to work, he was directed to go to medical and take the Fauci Flu test before entering his work space — not surprisingly, it came back positive. What a shocker. The preventative care department head at the Naval Health Clinic, CDR (redacted), ORDERED my husband to get the Fauci Flu shot right AFTER he had just recovered from the virus.
“You are getting the COVID VAXX right now,” the CDR ordered.
My husband replied, “No, ma’am. I’m not doing that.”
“You’re going to do it!” she exclaimed.
My husband replied, “I have a religious exemption in the works, so I am not taking that shot, and I just got over this virus.”
“I don’t care!” she retorted.
My husband stood his ground and she stormed off.
Even the NIH had recognized that persons who contracted the virus were immune “The immune systems of more than 95% of people who recovered from COVID-19 had durable memories of the virus up to eight months after infection.” * The CDC recommends “it may be best to wait 3 months from the start of your illness to get your updated vaccine. Your immune system needs time to recover from fighting the infection before it can fully respond to the vaccine.” **
This NAVY doctor (with her wealth of her medical knowledge AND all of the bombardment from the NIH, CDC, DHEC, commercials coming out of every T.V. channel, social media advert, and radio show) did not know that a person who just got over the Fauci Flu should NOT get a vaccination??? The DOD was strong-arming the troops to take the “emergency use authorization” shot or else, and this CDR was fully on board holding multiple Kool-Aid jugs in each arm sipping from both straws.
She also had complete disregard for religious beliefs and the NAVY’s procedures to accommodate as he clearly told her that he had a religious exemption that was in the adjudication process. My question was and still is: How did she get out of the kitchen?
A couple of days, after he took the test, DHEC (the Department of Health and Environmental Control) called my husband’s personal phone and also texted him. The message was “Contact us immediately.” So, we blocked and then deleted the number.
Obviously, the military gave out my husband’s personal medical information, and we were stunned at the lack of medical privacy. Now, did the military give his diagnosis directly to DHEC or CDC, or did the CDC give it to DHEC? We have no idea and will probably never know.
God never promised us a life without problems, but He did promise us that we will not have to go through them alone, and He would be with us every step of the way.
My husband did fully recover and now has hardcore immunity — like little VIKING antibodies raping and pillaging any viruses that dare invade his body.