September 10, 2021
The Ambulance Has Just Left Our House
Now, as I begin to write to you, at 03.05.
My hands are still trembling. It was an hour and a half of nightmare.
My Friend and Neighbour George was taken to the Elias hospital.
At 01.32 his wife hammered on my door, screaming.
Dazed, roused from sleep, I ran to him. He lay there. And he was no longer breathing. He seemed a little cyanotic. He seemed already gone. I began to give him cardiac massage amid his wife’s weeping. After the first 7–8 compressions he gave a rattle. I went on in despair. And I began to shout to him, to call him as if he were far away, very far away. I pumped and howled like a madman. Every 7–8 compressions he breathed again desperately, like a drowning man. But he was unconscious. After some 4–5 minutes a froth began to run from the corner of his mouth. At first translucent. Then pinkish. Then with blood and clots. An “Our Father”, then I went on calling to him: “Come on, George, come on, boy, you’re strong! You’re getting married next year!” And I pumped. I do not know for how long. Continuously, and each time he breathed I tilted his head so that he should not choke on the bloody froth. I think that after 12–15 minutes the ambulance came. They took over the manoeuvres. And they asked what had happened. His wife said: “Nothing, we went to bed, we said goodnight… but this afternoon he was vaccinated! With Pfizer. Why did we do it? Why? Why us?”
And I alone had begged him… I had explained. He was stubborn…
The resuscitation manoeuvres lasted more than an hour and a quarter. Oxygenation rose from 78–80% to 92%. One of the ambulance men said, “why did you do it?” While another, between the intubation manoeuvres, told me that his own wife, after the second dose, had developed a bruise on the uterus which then turned into a cyst. She had been vaccinated in March, also with Pfizer.
Meanwhile the second ambulance crew arrived. After some 20 minutes the doctor said drily, “…it is a stroke. He is in a deep coma.” I cannot say what else she said.
Some 25 minutes have already passed since he was taken away, and I am writing to you. My hands are still trembling.
Two things I ask of you:
Pray for George! He has great need of it!
And above all I beg you
DO NOT GET VACCINATED!
Post scriptum: I have hidden the ambulance number so as to make it harder to identify the ambulance crew who were so candid. But also prompt and professional!
I thank the firemen and the doctors once again in this way!
May God reward them!
Post post scriptum: My friend George, 42 years old, a man with a perfect Oltenian humour, an athlete (a few days ago we ran some 10 km through the forest), drank only at the weekend, ate in a balanced way and smoked once a fortnight. He had had CoVid last November, at about the same time as I did. And he was Healthy!!! Until the vaccine! Which, as I understand, he took because… everyone around him had taken it.
Now he needs our help!
Once again I beg you:
PRAY FOR GEORGE!
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