Un témoignage en anglais non sous-titré, malheureusement.
I lost sleep over it. I was having chest pain over it. It woke me up in the middle of the night – hit me hard. I could not sleep.
Because my first week or two there (COVID ward), I didn’t lead them to the gate, but I’m the guy that euthanized people.
They call it “comfort care.” But when you get to the point where you can’t take (oxygen mask) off, you get so upset. You haven’t seen your family except through maybe an iPad, in weeks.
And you’re never going to come off the high flow, and the doctor says: “You’ve done your best. But this is going to be it for you.”
And so the patients get all teary eyed and upset, and they call in the palliative team, and they all hold their hands and cry.
But they said: “We can keep you comfortable.”
Here comes Albert (referring to himself). He’s got the morphine and ativan, and I load them up and take off the high flow, and they gas themselves to death.
And I’m the guy who was pushing the buttons, like in the gas chambers at Auschwitz.