Bill is Alive and at Home

Bill is home from a two-week stay at the hospital. For six days, we didn't know if he would live.  

A week before our world fell apart, Dustin was awakened by a strange dream. It made no sense to him at the time but then later, we understood.

He was standing in hell and saw "Truth" smeared on a wall like a smashed banana.  When he turned around, there stood Satan. He wasn't wearing a red suit with horns and a pitchfork but instead looked like a 40-year-old handsome man in an expensive executive's suit. When Satan saw him, his face contorted in hate and rage.  Dustin left as fast as he could.

Dustin, who lives 2 1/2 hours away, caught Covid from his co-workers. He went to the doctor and tested positive. They did nothing but send him home with a throat spray.  He googled for help and reached an online doctor who prescribed Ivermectin and a handful of other drugs. By the time he got the prescriptions, it was too late because he was getting better.  He stored them away.

A few days later, I caught Covid but was only sick for one day. Joshua, who is 1 1/2 hours away, also got it but had a mild case. Bill caught it from me a week later.  Reese was driving home for vacation from out of state and came down with it after he arrived.  We think he also caught it from his coworkers.  

Dustin shared his Ivermectin with us since it must be taken early to be effective.  Reese was on his second day of sickness and he had an improvement within 3 hours every time he took a pill.  Bill was further along into the illness and it didn't seem to help. He began to get a little bit better and we thought he was getting over it when it suddenly turned into pneumonia.  It hit him hard and he went down fast.  We rushed him to the local emergency room where they gave him a 15% chance of surviving.  They were not equipped to treat him and the next closest hospital didn't have a bed available.  We sat there, cried, prayed, and watched as he rapidly deteriorated.  It was the worst moment in my life.  Eventually, they transported him by ambulance to a larger hospital.  As I held him that evening in his room expecting every gasping breath to be his last, I was informed of the hospital's corporate rules that only one family member could be present from 12:00 noon to 4:00 pm.  It was past visiting hours so they threw me out. I requested an exemption from those higher in power but was denied and told it was company policy.  He almost died that night and I couldn't be with him because an executive in a business suit sitting in a cubicle somewhere made that rule. It was the second worst moment of my life. The nurses knew it was horrible. Some of them were the kindest people we have ever met especially since all were exhausted and overworked due to understaffing. One very special nurse risked her job to let me stay a few minutes longer. It was her kindness and everyone's prayers that saved his life. 

It was at this time that Dustin shared his dream and I received the interpretation.  We were in hell and must search for Truth. This is what we learned.

Hospitals are now profit-making assembly lines run by business executives.  Covid gave them an excuse to grab power.  Here in America, if you test positive for Covid nothing is done.  After you are sick enough to be admitted into the hospital, it is too late and nothing much is left that can be done.  That is what happened to us.  Our bill for two weeks in the hospital will be astronomical.  Early treatment would have been cheap but not profitable.

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Bill was discharged this past weekend and is home with an oxygen machine. Yesterday we had our first meal together of a fresh salad from the garden and both started crying. Every moment is precious.

We are living in treacherous times and our world is rapidly changing.  I am not a doctor nor am I giving medical advice.  I am only sharing what we experienced in hopes of helping others.  This is what has worked for us:

1. Know the future so as to avoid stepping in potholes.  I don't know everything coming down the road but God does.  He doesn't do anything without first telling his prophets.  Get close to Him, study his prophecies, and listen to his modern-day prophets (after strictly testing their words).

John Paul Jackson, The Coming Perfect Storm. Realize this was filmed in 2008. We keep a list of his prophecies on our refrigerator door and are checking them off as they happen.

John Paul Jackson, The Coming Perfect Storm

2. Educate yourself.  Bill had already researched earlier and knew some of the drugs to avoid.  Everything was approved by us before it was prescribed.  If we didn't recognize it, friends began searching as soon as I called. The doctors and nurses know Covid, but they don't know Bill's body. We listened to the doctors, nurses, friends, family members, then prayed for wisdom and left it in His hands.

3. Prepare ahead of time for disasters.  My pantry was full so I didn't have to run to the grocery store.  My medicine cabinet was stocked with drugs, herbs, teas, and tinctures. There was extra gas in cans in the garage so I could make the long drive every day to the hospital. The supply chain is not reliable anymore.  We will be purchasing more drugs to keep on hand. 

4. Eat healthy so your body has a fighting chance.  My time is spent gardening  - it used to be a hobby, now it is a necessity. Read labels at the grocery and look up what all the added chemicals do to your body.  They are not there to help you but to allow the food to sit on shelves for longer times so the profits will be higher.

5. Open your eyes and look around. Put on your tinfoil hat, ignore the mainstream media and go in search of alternative news. Truth is smashed like a banana on the wall in hell but it is worth finding.

Right now as I write, a shaggy Scooter is hiding under my legs.  He is scared of the big, loud, scary oxygen machine beside pack leader. Soon he will be accustomed to the noise and move back to Bill's lap. I will be forgotten again and life will return to normal. "Normal" it is all I want now.