Yolanda is holding her own. Yesterday was apparently “AFib Appreciation Day” with a heart rate approaching 200. Immediate treatment helped get the heart rate below 140, but the AFib lasted about 10 hours. As soon as she received her room, the AFib vanished.
I will share later my encounter with an Islamic hospital security guard (I was close enough to download his cell phone’s contents via RF-Based Interception) who singled me out and challenged my access badge, basically telling me the Emergency Department was not part of the main hospital, and denied me access to my wife because it was after hours. WTF?
I calmly explained that she had just received her room, but he insisted that I leave the premises and even attempted to mad dog me in a lame, pathetic staredown. 10 security guards and a security supervisor later, I was apologized to and sent up to Yolanda’s room.
This guy doesn’t know it yet, but he is about to have a forensic colonoscopy. 😁
My father is still in the hospital, hopefully heading to rehab soon. Yolanda is battling severe liver failure, and the next few days are critical.
I won’t sugarcoat it: this is one of the hardest periods of our lives.
Yet while we’re fighting for our family, the lawfare has escalated, and the threats never stopped. Some sick individuals are even calling Yolanda in her hospital bed, leaving hateful messages.
We’re hurting. We’re exhausted. But we’re still standing. Still fighting!
Yolanda is adamant that we continue fighting. 🇺🇸
Please keep Yolanda and my dad in your prayers.
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