Yeah, sounds like a great idea. It is like the inmates telling on the warden.
No seriously it is.
Prision corruption from what I have read and seen is similar. you have a bunch of prisioners doing time for crimes most have comitted, and then they live in inhumane conditions, or are used for jail staff intertainment, making them fight, , in extreme cases making them commit other crives for the guards and prison staff, up to the warden.
But what do you do.
Um, yeah, I want to report the warden for allowing the larger guys in the unit to come into my cell at night
Yah ok, what is your crime
I am a convicted rapist
Case Dismissed
Yeah, I want to report the warden setting up bare knuckle boxing matches and betting on them and making a pile of money (maybe that is a movie, but yeah, shit happens).
Ok Inmate, what are you in for.
Assault and great bodily harm, with breaking and entering.
Case Closed.
ya get what I am saying.
So you have a bunch of sickies, getting treated like shit, and most can’t even remenber the shit that went down (I don’t remember any of mine, but I have had it detailed back to me by credible sources. My parents, X wife, Wife, Children, any family that was there to witness it happen.
So, yes, I would like to write a formal complaint about this Dr. of internal medicine (mean dr with no really understanding of anything but that there might be medication to help what she doesn’t understand, but has a license to use whatever she has at her disposal whenever she wants on whoever she wants. and I would like the court to take account for the fact that she kept sticking me with drugs that do not work with my brain, and while I don’t have a level 4 allergy, (like I take them and die), I do have enough of an allergy so when I take them, all hell breaks loose.
And I wouldlike to also bring to the courts attention that while she was giving me these drugs, and even with my mood, temper and mannerisms becoming increasingly more manic, I was calmly trying to tell her what to give me to calm me down, based on past hospital trips, and what medications I do not have bad reactions to, and I was asking for those, but instead of using the drugs I was asking for, after telling her they will work to calm me down and I would lie peacefully on the gurney, she instead continued to give me more of her meds that I already told her make me psychotic and I hallucinate badly, so when you give me those meds, I get paranoid, anxious, claustrophobic, manic, and I see and hear things.
BUT, SHE, instead of give me two drugs to calm me down, she took her upon herself to continue to give me more and stronger versions of drugs I told her do not agree with me, and I, thru no fault of my own, will not behave the way you want me to. in order for that to happen, you need to change your whole approach
But NO, she is right, she is trained hospital staff.
I am not only a patient, I am a long term alcoholic and drug addict
Case closed.
Only, I didn’t close that case. Once more, O broke free of any restraints they had on, ripped any and all lines and needles and cathaters in me and started walking out the back door. (AGAIN, for like the 3rd time that night already)
They went thru this with me at the airport trying to get me in the paramedics, and I was chill in the gurney until they pumped the devil juice inside me, for no apparent reason, as far as I know I was following directions and being civil, until they put this medication in me.
What is the magic medication. It is really any member of the class of drugs called Anti Psychotics. These drugs turn me into a raving lunatic.
So they pump them in, attack me, tackle me, get all the guards there to hold me down why they tie me up and get me in the paramedic and to the hospital.
As soon as I get to the hospital, another round of anti psychotics, some seraquel or something/. They figure that will calm me down and I am going to behave.
got another thing coming, as soon as they had the girth restraint loosened, I broke out of the rest and jumped up and started running out of the hospital.
Now this happens like two more times. I think my parents finally showed up and confirmed to them they really need to be careful what meds they give me. They asked my parents what to give me, they said, IDK, ask him, he knows what works for him. The Dr. says, I don’t think that he does. He has just been here on a drug seeking mission. I am pretty sure he is detoxing benzo’s, and that is why he is acting like this.
So the fight goes on til I collapse, like almost dead collapse, shaking violently, and that was that.
Reminder. I dont’ know aything this far. I don’t remember anything, I have no idea what my thought process was at that time, I was in shock and recall nothing. This is not like a black out drunk. I was not drinking or using anything when thie happened. my body put me in shock because of the Pneumonia put my body in toxic shock, and my blood was septic.
4 days later I wake up for a minute or two just to see some family faces and hear, you are on life support, we will be here when you get out bye …
More Coma
More Coma
I get out of the Coma and start having conversations with family to piece together what happened.
I was supposed to fly on a business trip.
I had not been feeling good for about 2 months, but didn’t know what.
so I got pneumonia and that infected my kidneys and at teh airport they actually shut down, I was in Renal failure and septic shock.
That Dr got the other doctors and my parents on board with my benzo withdrawal
I kept saying, I don’t have any Xanax, I didn’t take any Xanax, my blood screen is clean, WTF are you talking about lady.
We looked up you r records and you were given a bottle, 30 day supply for Xanax (1mg pills, not the big boys), and you have been taking them for 30 days and ran out of them 3 days ago, that is from doing the math when you got them and how many you had, and now you are in withdrawal.
I told her BS, this isn’t Benzo Withdrawal. First, you have to take Benzo to have withdrawal, and 1 a day 1mg isn’t gonna giveme withdrawals, besides the face, I NEVER TOOK THEM.
And she kept coming back saying, yeah, you have not taken them for 3 days, and now you are withdrawing.
and I start screaming at her, LADY, DO thE MATH. I get a bottle of Xanax 40 days ago (now at that calendar date), and 40 days ago I sold them for $400 cash, but I didn’t do one single Xanax. So take your theory that I am detoxing Benzo and blow it out your ass, then go find out what is medically wrong with me.
So this becomes a fun stay, they are getting me a little stronger, it is a few days before I can eat solid food, after 9 days of feeding tube and liquid diet.
and we are adjusting my meds daily, and I always call them over to me.
Ok, you are talking about my meds, I am in, what we got.
at first they didn’t want to talk about them in front of me, but I would’t let that happen.
In order to make this extremely long strop a little less extremely long, I will jump thru a few things here
So every night when they are doing the rounds, they are telling me what they got for the night and next day, and I wouldl aprove or cut them off and say, now why the heck wold you bring that drug back into play, you have seen what it did before. (at this piont, my health is pretty much back, kidneys fine, we are just trying to slowly wean the meds out of me at a comfortable level, plus I have Tramadol to go home on, so I don’t have to kick to completely nothing
And what we are doing not is trying to fix my sleep, I had not slept for two nights.
She starts listing off meds and I hear Haladol, Torodol, Saraquil.
STOP, but the breaks on there sweetheart would you, what have we said about Seraquil and Haladol.
Oh no, we have you on plenty of mood stabilizers and other crap, you should sleep like a baby.
Well, I guess babies dream they are on cruise ships and that there are different casino royals games in every room, and go exploring, because that is how I “slept” all night. I was hallucinating all night and getting out of bed and running around the CRUISE ship we were on. The guy said, go back to your room, I said, what time is curfew on this ship. he said you are in the hospital. I said, pretty nice hospital for a ship doc.
So
around 4:30-5am, I get to sleep in my bed, after they took me and put down a special matterss and left a rotot looking thing in my room to look over me while I sleep. (this is real, not the hallucination, I know, fooled me too) so when I get up for the day, 20-30 minutes later and sit up, this robot turns and looks at me and says. “Intruder Alert”. “Intruder Alert”. (some of you should get that ). it says Do not get up, hospital staff is on the way, do not get out of bed.
Ok, next night, family and friends about to leave, cuz they are coming around with night time meds, and I hear her telling the doc, this and that and this and seraquil and halodol.
I just about came unglued. WTF, have you not learned your lesson by now, don’t feed me shit I wouldn’t take myselfe, easy rule to follow.
Oh no, “sir”, we adjusted all your other medications, tonight you will have sweet dreams. I said Whats it gonna be, sweet dreams or sleep like a baby, cuz me and that crazy kid had some fun last night. yadayada.
So, I am up hallucinating all night. was a little more on the trippy, sometimes freaky hallucinations, not called a good trip. not a bad one, but really freaking weird.
But
4:30-5:00am, I find myslef tied to the bed again, adn I wake up and look over on the couch, and there was an angel. what, what the hell is this, did I do something good?
I said, Hi, who are you.
She said (get this) Hi, I am Candy (I shit ou not) and I am your sitter for today.
(I couldn’t write this better if I tried, I mean, come on, Candy the Candystriper, 18, blonde, sexy as all hell, and she just chills on my couch and watches movies all day while I give her advice on how and when to kick guys in the balls. Like if they call you this, yes, 10o%, kick them in the balls. etc…
So, its night time again and the lady and my Dr come back around ahd she starts to speak quietly, mumble mumble mumble.
Speak up there, I can’t her you over this guys breathing, what are you trying to shove into me tonight.
and she satts, well, we took away this and that, and we added this and that (ok, that sounds good so far, but if you try to squeak one more of those god damn seraquel into me, I am firing you and writing my own bedtime medication list.
UUhhhhhh
UUhhhh
I say. UUhhhh. UUhhhh What, you did, didn’t you, you have seraquel and haladon on that list don’t you.
Ok, your are out, play time is over, giveme the list.
Ok I cross this out and this out and that out and that out and this, no, this can saay, so can this, but that, no, and that, no.
Ok, there is the list
But there are no sleep aids on there.
What do you mean, there has not been sleep meds on any list, you giveme wacky whams and dizzy sticks and laffy taffy, but not sleep meds.
Ok you have to have a sleep med.
Sure thing, bring me 2, that is two, ambien, two ten Mg ambien, and none of the XR shit.
Reluctantly, and after my folks giving some dirty looks like, you screwed up this far, its his turn. so they did it, and let me tell you about the sleep I had that night.
None, no sleep, I was up all night, in a mild hypnotic state, so it was not a total loss. I got rest and I felt great in the morning.
But I did have some hallucination and I did report it.
and I said, now take out all that other goofey shit you got me on, and just bing me the 2 ambian for the night.
they wanted me to try triazadone, which I said yes to make them happy, but I told them bring me the strongest shit you got, and also bring two ambian, cuz if I don’t sleep, I am gonna want some ambian.
I did take the trazazone, but just to float their boats, and after they took ot all the other crazy list of pills they were given me, I took that ambian, and I slept like a baby… Like a real baby
Now the dr said, how are we gonna get you off tis Fentynal.
I said, are you for real, you wantme to do this for you too.
Ok, you keep me on 50 today, starting in the morning it is 50 morning, then 35 afternoon and 35 at night, then next day is 32, then 25 then 25,
and yes, I proceed to write him a schedule to get me from Fentynal down to tramazol that I would take home with me, in about 3 weeks
Ok, so why does this mean you can’t get meds and why can’t you sue them.
Well, that lady wrote a report on me and sent it to every doctor I have even seen, every Dr I see and put it in my file at the hospital, so every Dr I see, every Shrink I see, every surgeon, whatever I see, they have this letter,
and it goes on to say how I came into the hospital after being tazed and refrained by TSA and paramedics and after heavy doses of anti psychotics I was still being unruly and my main puropse to be in the hospital day was on a drug seeking mission. she went on to say that I have a life long addiction to heroin and opiates of all types, and that I am a danger to myself and to others. She said that the whole time I was in teh ER I was demanding Xanax and Fentynal or dilaudid (which I was, and I ws telling her the Xanax will take me out of the phychosis you have put me in, and the Dilaudid or Fentynal will help with the pain caused from intubation and from 10 guys takling me to the ground when I am in nothing but a hospital gown, and they did it like 5 times.
And. she closes her letter stating that the conclusion of my visit was Severe withdrawals from benzodiazaphene’s. with nothin to say about the pneumonia or sepsis
I have had Dr’s read it to me while having a big laugh at how elementary and ridiculous this is.
and it is worth a good laugh when telling wound and battle stories, but when I need meds in a hospital when my body is in shock and I am facing possible amputation of my leg if they can’t get the infection under wraps, and me losing my leg due to flesh eating virus, it is not tie time for a debate weather I am an addict or not, it is not a debate wo weather I dhould be treated with opiates, it is a no brainer that I should be treated with proper medications.
I am 6 months out of the hospital, and I am still trying to get rid of this horrifying drug in my body, that somebody made me take based on the letter written by another Mrs. Crazy Cuckoo
[disclaimer - that is not the real definition of an internal medicine dr. and while I am partly attempting to be humorous, there is much truth to what was just said, it just may apply to other doctors more than Dr of internal medicine, I am taking a guess here.]
So there, I think I remembered to put in all the parts that I have no recollection of, and was only told by friends and family.
Actually, no that is not true.
I have distinct memories of when I was in the hospital and up to that night when I was firing her for her medicine choices (seraquel) again, and writing my own rx for meds to sleep that night, and I recall getting out of the hospital and going home after that, but it really shocked me, when I heard the letter she wrote to all my doctors.
And then I get treated with the worst poisons they have instead of the ones that work, are short acting and get out of your body quickly so when you go home you don’t have to stay on pain meds., No, those meds are off limits to me, I can only have the ones that are slow acting, and get all imbedded in your body like burrowing badgers, ready to stay all winter long, I get those that are a pain to get out of you and to keep out of you.
It is amazing that one person with a little education, zero life experience can have such an impact on do many people in a horrifying manner, and not even know it, probably thinks she is saving mine and others lives. she is saving our lives by setting us on ritual fire for a demigod of her choice.
her letter is ver little fact, many half truths and very many flat out lies, and it determines what type of care I can ezpect that that hospital.
But when the power is in your hands, you take the power and run with it.
So, you can bet I will never consciencelesly go back to HOAG Hospital. There are only two arund, with a few surgery centers, but I am going to make it a point to stay ot of those hospitals if I can have any say in the matter.
If I am not out cold, and I can tell the driver of the ambulence, where to go, I will tell him “NOT HOAG”, any hospital but HOAG.
As long as I stay out of that umbrella of network, I have a fighting chance.
better yet, lets just stay out ot the hospital for a while, thats what I am gonna really try to do.