Patients walk out of a @StanfordMed#LongCovid trial after medical staff stop masking while tending to LC participants. 1/
This is the second high-profile #LongCovid trial I’ve heard of in the past couple of weeks in which medical staff refused to mask while interacting with extremely vulnerable participants. In some settings, staff are “masking,” but only wearing surgical masks. 2/
Some of us are so debilitated by #LongCovid that we come to these study sites unable to walk. We travel long distances—on our own dime, at great risk to our health—in the hope that we don’t get the placebo and your experimental treatment is the one that gets us out of hell. 3/
We spend our lives isolated, imploring our loved ones not to take risks that could leave us bedbound. None of us can afford to catch this virus again.
What exactly do these researchers think they’re studying? Do they not know about the risks of reinfection? Do they not care? 4/
It’s inexcusable that ANY healthcare provider is going without a mask, but to work maskless with patients whose lives have been destroyed by the very virus whose long-term effects they are claiming to study is downright shameful.
If nothing else, do better by your own research. Will your results be more consistent if your participants catch Covid and deteriorate in the middle of your study? I’m no scientist, but I’m guessing not. 6/
Just yesterday, LC advocates in Italy forced the extension of mask mandates in healthcare settings. We need the same, NOW, everywhere.
But masking at #LongCovid study sites should be the absolute bare fucking minimum.
Addendum: Just spoke to my friend who was part of the other LC study that did not require its clinicians to mask. I’ll share the details tomorrow (limited spoons)—
—but let it be known that I’m very happy to name and shame any facility/study that is not mitigating transmission for its #LongCovid patients. DM me. This shit is ridiculous.
Long Covid Day 1,416: Due to the worsening of my health, I’ve reluctantly decided to take some time away from social media.
I’ve been unable to leave my flat for a month, and several times in December, I experienced periods when I was unable to move or speak.
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This tells me I need to cut back on activity even more than I already have. Finding ways to do less is difficult when I’m mostly alone and have to take care of myself, so social interaction is the next to go.
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As it is, I already feel extremely isolated. Leaving my online community is sure to do a number on my mental health, which was not great to begin with. But I don’t see any other options right now.
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As many of you know all too well, Long Covid and ME/CFS are world-shrinking diseases. This week, in giving up my work with @BerlinBuyers, my already tiny personal universe became that much smaller. /
Advocating with @BerlinBuyers was the one thing I had left that gave me some purpose, some joy, that reminded me what I was good at. I’m angry and heartbroken that I have to stop, /
but almost four years after developing Long Covid, I’m the sickest I’ve ever been. Hope is in very short supply these days.
I’ll be honest: I don’t see myself going past five years with this disease. /
@Stanford@StanfordMed@StanfordHealth, hi again, been playing phone tag all week. The Long Covid community would like a few words. Whenever you're ready.
You too, @UCSF––might want to educate this "Physician-Scientist" on post-viral chronic illness
The trouble with #LongCovid, from a branding perspective, is:
1. Anyone can get it 2. Anyone can prevent other people from getting it.
This implicates every single human on the planet.
The same is true of acute Covid, of course. Still, early in the pandemic, when most people were afraid of the virus, its branding was on point. This made it easier to act in ways that protected ourselves and others. Masks were worn. Socializing was distanced. Etc.
But our governments told us all this was temporary—we just had to wait. When the numbers came down, we could relax. When we’d built up herd immunity, we could relax. When the vaccines came out, we could relax. When Covid finally mutated into the common cold, we could relax.
#LongCovid Day 1,107: Saw my GP. Went into great depth about how sick I’ve been, all the treatments I’ve tried, armed with reports from specialists from the last three years. She suggested a clinic for psychosomatic illness.
We are so fucked.
GP asked if I’d be willing to speak to a psychiatrist. I said I’d been speaking to psychiatrists for 20 years and that I have a therapist I see weekly. In fact, the only reason I was there was to save myself a trip to the psych by getting a refill on my SSRIs
(which she was reluctant to give me). I also asked for a referral to a rehab center in a spa town (a friend with #longCovid had been sent there, covered by national insurance). She told me I was not eligible.