Alena Gorbacheva: "How I was ill with Covid"

"I was ill with a covid. It was hard. Thank God, there was no resuscitation, although it was on the verge. It all started on May 7 with temperature and light aches in the muscles. And severe headache. They came from the clinic, took the Covid test, left medicines against influenza. 11.05 I got worse. The temperature rode up to 38.6. They called from Rospotrebnadzor and called from Rospotrebnadzor. They reported that the test is positive, ”the Muscovite writes on Facebook .

“Then it was the first CT and the diagnosis of KT-1 (25% of the lungs were affected). They said to be treated at home. They wrote out an anti-malarial drug and antibiotic. On the third day I was covered with a rash. To a question to the doctors, it is covid or allergic, they did not answer. I was told to write out antihistamines to me, I was told: to go or checkers? We are treating you here from Covid, with a rash later ... "

May 17 I got even worse. I began to choke. We took it to CT. And it was already KT-3. (Defeat to 60% of the lungs). But for some reason, the description was still 25%. I was in such a state at that moment that I did not look at the pieces of paper. The most interesting thing is that the doctor who installed me KT-3 offered to return home by taxi and be treated at home. And I'm already choked ... It's good that there are faithful friends. They called the ambulance brigade, which took me to the hospital. You can’t choose a hospital either. They are taken where the city’s outfit gives. I got to the 71st hospital (14 Mozhaisk highway).

And then - the most important part of my story. T to write all this prompted me exactly what I saw there and what I survived. But first I will say that the main doctor there is a media person from medicine, a well -known (except me due to the lack of a TV since 2005) Alexander Leonidovich Myasnikov.

The first week I was there, as in delirium. And after 6 days a deterioration came. For this first week, not a single doctor or a health worker spoke to me. I am in the course of the rules, I know that all are young and all in the costumes of astronauts. I also logically suggested that the attending doctors are sitting in the green zone and do not see us in the eyes. Those young specialists who come, simply collect information - measure saturation, ask two questions to everyone: he is sick of not sick, which bothers, and transmit all the data to doctors from the green zone.

The medical staff treats everyone the same. According to the protocol - in the morning and evenings, the injection of the analogue of heparin in the stomach, the day of the dropper with an antibiotic and prednisolone. When I got worse after such a weekly therapy, I began to look for the opportunity to talk with at least some doctor. I literally had to be on duty at the resident and ask to come up to me and talk. To at least take blood and watch the dynamics this week. (Nobody took tests all week, except for those when entering). Everything is unsuccessfully. I was footballed, promised that the doctor would suit, but later. And so it went on all day.

Then I realized that I had to act until I died. It is always inconvenient for me to strain anyone at my own expense. I had to cross it through it. I began to call all my friends who have a resource to influence the situation from the outside. She began to look for at least some acquaintances or acquaintances among the staff. As a result, something moved and saw me. They took blood the next morning. I received all my tests in smuggling in Wottsap, photographed from the monitor screen (because I was told legally - you will get everything when discharge). I got the opportunity to send them to my doctors and understand dynamics. From local doctors, I never got a conversation. Apparently, they changed something in the treatment, because it became easier, and every day I felt better than a millimeter.

And, you know, what is the worst - the complete absence of at least some human communication with the doctor. Moreover, we were all told in an open text: "Do not get into intensive care, we don’t let anyone in the living!" Fine! And also to my question about oxygen (they did not give it to us) it was said, well, you still breathe yourself! Or there was still such an answer: "And you do not know that there is no covid medicine. We do not know how to treat you." And this is said to sick people in this hell.

To say that I am broken physically and morally is to say nothing. Morally, by the way, more. And I have a question for these beautiful people in Cosmonaut costumes - do you have at least a little compassion? I very keenly realized that when you are helpless and your mind is looking for what to catch on to take strength somewhere, an incredibly important doctor of the doctor is incredibly important, just a conversation that I am normal now and what is not very good. This is called support and compassion. And I don’t know whether I would have done it or not, if my medical friends and just acquaintances who wrote to Wottsap did not provide this support to me, controlled my condition 5 times a day. I was saved only by this!

We were put up by droppers, an elderly woman became ill. I shout: "Please come to us. The woman is bad." Silence. Nobody. I yelled for about 15 minutes. They came with a lazy step. They look, without emotion. They pulled out a dropper from the old woman and left. No words of sympathy, no comfort. Nothing. Robots.

Now according to the conditions. In the photo, everything is eloquent. I will only add that in wards for 6 people there is no alarming button. There was a shift when 3 people died at once. Having a week, I realized that they had never quartzed the ward. Walked offered the thresholds of the residential. I have already hated me there. On the seventh day they brought the device. Boar. And again 5 days passed while I achieved the next session of the due daily disinfection.

As we fed ... We all know that the hospital is a hospital. No one was waiting for restaurant food. But, people, by the end of the second week, in anticipation of meals, I fought with two conflicting feelings: hunger and rising vomiting at the thought that they would bring now.

My extract. I was very hoping for a thorough conversation with a doctor about the recommendations for treating, because Although my condition improved, it left much to be desired. Instead, the security guard gave me a file with my appointment and immediately asked to leave the room. Even the request to wait for a taxi at the exit did not take action. I was just kicked out into the street. Well, there was no rain. I was brought there on an ambulance at 5 in the morning. I was not at all oriented where to go. They showed me a finger and slammed the door.

When, sitting in a taxi, I first read the extract, I found a continuous lies about the actions that the doctors allegedly did with me before the discharge. The results of the Covid tests were confused and, the most interesting, I was not prescribed any treatment at all. Well, that is, this morning they made injections and gave me pills, but at home everything, nothing is needed. And how to treat - I have a question!

And yet. During these two weeks in the hospital, the police called me twice with a request to open the door. And a fine came for violation of the quarantine regime. From the hospital they were required to send data to Rospotrebnadzor. But this did not happen. They called me today - their card is clean from 13.05.

I do not know Dr. Myasnikov. Perhaps he is an excellent specialist. But I do not respect him for such a cattle attitude towards people. For the terrifying state of the Moscow (!!!) hospitals. For the fact that he, engaged in important political media affairs from medicine, forgot to explain to his staff the main thing that the patient needs is in support and participation. We do not have to love, just see us and understand that in our place there may be one of their relatives. This is probably not taught this.

And sorry. Statistics on the recovered would be much better if we were helped to fight this muck psychologically, and not indifferently observed: they will survive, not survive.

PS The only living person was the doctor Tatyana Nikolaevna Voronova. After I got everyone there, she began to come to us and talk in more detail. Our chamber literally came to life! "