A few questions regarding hospitals
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Now say the patient is out of the hospital. Who should the patient talk to and what else they should do? For an example, let's say after attempting to escape (I think it is irrelevant as to the issue but probably must be included) private security guards and staff grabbed the patient and placed them on bed and put on leg & arm restraints then one security guard placed his forearm on the patients' neck for 15 to 20 seconds while roughly 10-15 staff members stood and watched with the door closed? (I think it is probably against the rules for a private security guard to choke a patient way after he/she is restrained?)
What should the patient do when he/she gets out and who should they talk to? I imagine in this scenario it will be hard to find witnesses considering the staff wasn't doing anything at the time to stop the security guard.
(I'll read & answer responses after the weekend as I don't have a home connection)
On edit - I'll clear this up right away and say this patient is me and happened to me, I really wish I could do nothing. I can't sleep every single night because I have the memory and at the time I thought I was really going to die. I was shaking so bad composing this post that I shut off the computer and walk around. During the day I can easily keep my mind off things mostly reading and keeping myself busy but at night I can't help but think of it and the only way I think I'll feel better is to do something about it.
Second edit - I deleted the confusing and vague scenario and decided to just tell the story. See post #4.
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This is by far the most traumatic thing I ever went through but I have said little about it to anyone. I can't begin to describe how much it means to me.
I didn't see this post until the following Friday because I was scared to log-in to DU and read my responses but I didn't have time to respond. Then last Sunday I went swimming in 110 degree weather and got badly burned so I've been thinking a lot about this post and I've decided to explain why asking for a hospital administrator probably wouldn't have worked, I understand that they can't but I believe they were doing a lot of things they can't do. I also apologize for the confusing and vague "scenario".
I thought about doing a PM but not sure how you feel about unsolicited messages. I was afraid to share this story to the internet at first but not worried about it anymore. I also would like others to read this and hopefully share some advice.
It's a long story, the part I want to tell is Sunday night December 23rd, 2012 but decided to include the other parts so it won't be too confusing.
It starts during the morning of Dec, 22, 2012, a Saturday.
After or during the choke I was given a shot of something to put me to sleep. I think it was GeoDone(rhymes with Dome). I'm not sure. Just heard the name of the drug a lot while I was there. After I woke up(with the straps off), it was explained I could get released shortly. I wanted psychiatric care when I got there but once I was there, I just wanted out. I spoke to a psycologist. I was so shaken up that I was afraid to say anything about the choke so when I tried to explain it to her that "when I tried to run" she interrupted me there and said, "Let's talk about why you tried to run." I couldn't remember what I said to that but later on during the conversation she said, "You have made inconsistent statements." I knew that was BS because I was telling the truth and there can be little inconsistent with the truth so I asked for an example, she said she didn't have to give me one so I pressed. She ended up yelling, "If you don't shut up I'll have you petitioned!" and that was the end of session with the counselor.
Petitioned in the Phoenix area means that the hospital can recommend a patient be transferred to Urgent Psychiatric Care in downtown Phoenix. The patient can either do "voluntary" or "involuntary". Involuntary means that the matter goes to a judge and then he can approve or not. It's against the law to move a patient without his/her permission unless a judge approves. In cases you're either a threat to yourself or others. I knew this from prior experience from a suicide attempt on Nov 12, 2011. I went voluntary and that was at Scottsdale Health Care. There were lots of paperwork, they explained everything to me. In fact, SHC reminds of liberals and the hospital where I was recently at Banner Desert as conservatives but that is besides the point.
When the night shift crew arrives, I ask one of the two nurses that tended to me that day, if I'm getting out. She told me that she believed that I was getting petitioned and that it was "voluntary" I said, "no it wasn't." She said she'll check. My main nurse was much younger and not quite the skilled manipulator as the others. I ask her if I want to challenge it, first she tells me "it is too late" than later she says it exactly like this, "Let me think of a way to say this, you can fight it once you're there." I ask to speak to her supervisor and I wait. I wait. Until 2AM, I wasn't going to go to sleep until I got that addressed. There was a couple times she was going to come into my room but when she saw I was awake kept moving. At 2am, she finally came in and asked me about the basketball game I was watching. I asked, "have you got your supervisor" She said fine. The Head Nurse came in and she explained the process and then told me, I was "involunatry" without asking me what I wanted to do but there was no paperwork, nothing, I thought I had to sign something but left it alone.
I tried to go to sleep but the first nurse that I explained, kept talking to her co-workers (the desk is in front of the room I was in) and telling them "how uncomfortable" I made the younger one feel and she mentioned that she felt uncomfortable around me and kept explaining how strange I seemed. You have to realize, I went in there an emotional wreck, then I get choked for about 10-15 seconds with hospital staff members standing around, imagine how much worse I was when that happened.
So when the next shift change happened into Sunday Mornining of December 23rd, 2012 the night shift nurse kept telling my next two nurses how uncomfortable I was making everyone feel and this appeared to be a largely different day shift crew from the day before so I was going to explain to my nurse about the choke. As she came in my room she started removing the straps attached to my bed, she asked me, "We aren't going to need these are we?" So I tell her that when I was in those straps, I was choked almost to the point of dying, she asked me, "were you spitting?" I said, "No" and that was it. She is a pretty major character to my story so I'll call her "nurse A" (I can't remember names but can certainly remember faces otherwise I would use names).
Nothing much of interest happens except that my two nurses have a several hour long conversation with the security guard that choked me as well as his partner. I didn't hear a word because I put the hospital TV remote right to me hear which also as the speaker for the TV. I didn't want to hear a word, I didn't even want to see his face. I was so very angry at that guy and at my nurses for spending so much time talking to that asshole.
Another thing of interest was my mom came to visit right after I came out of the restroom, nurse A let me know she was where to visit but made a point to say you don't have to see her if you don't want to. Of course, I want to see her. So my mom comes in and this is where I have some regrets. Right away, I see the security guard poke is head into the doorway. I do tell me mom, whispering, about the choke quickly told her that I didn't want to talk about it. He poked his head again (and I wish I loudly exclaimed, "that's him!"
. We had a conversation about whether I should go voluntary or involuntary, I told her I felt very uncomfortable in the hospital and wanted to go voluntary but that would present a problem because UPC could transfer me to any mental health facility anywhere in the valley. We choose to stay "involuntary" so she could visit me a few more days plus it was close.
This is interesting, so I tell the Nurse A we want to stay involuntary but she told us whether we are voluntary or involuntary it doesn't matter because I'm still going to be moved. I knew it was BS and explained it is against the law but she kept telling me what she said. Anyways my mom left and I finally got a few hours of sleep and woke up there was much different night shift crew from the day before. There are nurses B and C.
Nurse B is probably the greatest manipulator I've ever met, there could be a red piece of paper in front of both of us and she can try to convince me that it is yellow or whatever.
OK. Sunday Night-Monday Morning Dec. 23-24th is the part I wanted to tell and I'll keep what I think was going on to myself and let you make your own judgments. After I woke up, I ask Nurse C what I'm allowed to do in the room (whenever I make movements prior nurses got very nervous, I remember Nurse A telling a security guard, not the security guard, how bad she wanted to press the "red button" and ask if I could go to the sink and wash myself with towels? She said yes, as long as we can see you. (the day shift crew prior told me I couldn't take a shower but could use towels) As I was at the sink, I noticed a piece of paper next to it, a discharge paper. I noticed it said "voluntary" in one of the boxes. As I look to the door, I saw Nurse C looking at me but quickly looked away when I looked at her. That "uncomfortable feeling" kicked into high gear.
As I was back in the bed, Nurse B comes in and I ask her about being "involuntary" and she said that the judge agreed to transfer me. I ask can I see some paperwork? She tells me she can show me it but can't let me touch it. I said OK. I never saw any paperwork. Shortly afterwards they bring a social worker in and he tells me that the judge spoke two people that know me and said I was a danger to myself and others and approved the petitioned. I knew that couldn't possibly be true because even if the judge find them (with no known phone numbers or addressess), they wouldn't do that. I called bullshit and he got scared and left. During the course of this I ask Nurse C if I could speak to "an ethical medical professional" but she ignored me.
Then I see two Security guards at the desk in front of my room but not the one that choked me, since my visit with my mom I never saw him again. So Security Guard A is shaking very badly, Nurse C is shaking too. They're acting very nervous. Nurse C says to the Sercurity Guard from the corner of her mouth that "room 20(the room I'm in) will be filled at 11:30(pm)" I look at the clock and it is 11:18, I start freaking out. (During all this she also says to Security Guard A that all of the nurses are OK with this except for probably a couple) I wonder why Security Guard A is so nervous, I figure there must be an easy way to get of this. I try running. The two security guards secure me, put me on the bed and restrain me (no forearm to the throat this time). They also give me that shot but I'm not asleep yet. I also see new faces, Nurse D who was wearing a Santa hat.
Right then, first I see someone walk in front of my room in a hospital gown with what appears to be facial injuries. Then I see two paramedics walk in front of my room. Nurse B closes the curtain and I scream "Leave it open!" and she shook bad and it stopped her and she said she was doing it for "my privacy". I start yelling as loud as I could "watch them!" over and over, specifying the paramedics. Next thing I know the paramedics look very spooked and walked past my room towards the exit, the woman in the gown with what appeared to be facial injuries did the same thing and the rest left my room. I heard Nurse D say, "I'll move the ambulance." Then I fall asleep.
I didn't sleep long because I was still in straps. I see Nurse C sitting on the chair in front of the desk in front of me looking mad as hell. I start crying saying I don't care what happens, can you atleast release 1 strap so I can go to sleep? She ignores me. I also ask if I could have water. She ignores me. I tell her that I need to pee and she ignores me until I make the request so many times she can't. Then Nurse D comes in with a piss bottle, he takes me thing out and places it into the bottle and tells me to go. I say I can't with you here and he says then you don't have to go. I start crying, "please;." I finally go into the bottle and I stand the bottle up (my wrists were strapped against the bed railing near my waist so I could move my arms, just not that far). I say I'm done but I'm ignored. I felt so humiliated and tortured that next I knocked the piss bottle to the floor and Nurse C comes in and yells, "Why didn't you tell us you're done?" I said that I did and later I hear them say, call "ETS" to clean up the floor.
I think ETS is a fancy way of saying janitor because that is who came to my room. I saw her once before and she was very nice when I did so when I saw her I immediately apologized and said I meant to do that for them not for you to clean it up. She told me not to worry about it and then told me, "Be patient, you'll get out of this. God is on your side." That moment gave me new life, I saw still and am an atheist or agnostic but I figured if there was caring and just god he wouldn't be on their side regardless of religious affiliation. She said that she would get me some water.
She came back with a styrofoam cup of water and she told me that she asked Nurse C but she refused so she got it herself and place the straw to my mouth and drank as much as I could, I felt so dehydrated. She also wanted me to be quiet not let them know that she's on my side. She then emptied my trash can and then went to empty the one if front of my door and Nurse C was joking about how she wish she could throw me away and the janitor grabbed an empty trash bag and went woosh! Like throwing me away, it made me feel suspicious but I figured she was just playing along.
Shortly before what happens next, Nurse C asks Nurse B if the patient next door to me is "smart enough to call 911?" The patient next to me is someone the nurses described as having severe mental problems. Anyways, very suspiciously she goes in there and comes out wrapping the phone cord and says, "We got the phone out."
Around 2am, they try again. I see the very same two paramedics (the cross my room for some reason before coming to me) I see Nurse C grab her purse and head to my right, I yell, "Watch her!" "Follow her out the back!" I yell towards the paramedics "Watch them!" then I see the janitor in the middle of the 4 desks mopping telling me to be quiet with a finger over her mouth. I do exactly that but by then the paramedics looked spooked and went towards the exit.
Some time goes by I feel confident, I trust the janitor, I also remember reading Distant Land of My Father where someone in that book is imprisoned in Shanghai two times, first by the Japanese, then the Communists in one of the most horrific conditions imagineable. Even though the story is fiction, it is based on real events. I start thinking if someone could make it through that, I can make it where I am(Still in straps). I start feeling mentally stronger as well. Nurse C keeps shaking in her chair.
A few more things of interest happens. The first is Nurse C tells Nurse B from the corner of her mouth while winking, "check his blood pressure, check his blood pressure". While Nurse B goes to the computer, she places the cuff around my arm without connecting the hoses. I have no idea why or what exactly is going on but my plan is to do the opposite. She then asks me if I want water. I tell her she can let me drink from the cup the janitor brought me that left by the sink. She asks, "You sure you don't want fresh water?" I say I'm sure. She lets me drink from the old water but still leaves and comes back with a different styrofoam cup of water and tosses the one the janitor got for me down the sink and away. Says, "Let me know if you want to drink."
The janitor comes into my room and slips some ice cubes in my mouth and cleans my room real quick. I think it became obvious to Nurse C that she was on my side or whatever because she followed her when she went by her. I remember one instance, where Nurse C at-the-desk, mocked her accent (a Spanish first language accent) said, "Someone believes me." Which was odd because it was something I'd say but said it in her voice.
Another thing is a nurse that worked on the other side of the 4 desks came up to Nurse B and said, "Switch it violent. Switch it to violent to cover our asses." She said the reason why she didn't because it was mostly verbal. She said "Switch it to violent" (as to why I'm still in straps). I confront Nurse B about that and tell her I clearly wasn't violent. She said she means violence in medical terminology, the definition of violence is different in medical terminology. I ask to see the dictionary that says that but she ignores me. Like I said about the piece of paper, even though I heard perfectly well otherwise such as "cover our asses" she would still try to convince me I didn't.
I also buzz a guy sitting behind the desk when Nurses B or C weren't around and just as a test but I really had to #2. So I tell him that, he says he'll get someone to get me a bedpan or something but no one came.
There was a time when Nurse C was shaking in her chair, that someone in scrubs wheeled one of those sticks with a monitor on top by her and said to her, "I don't see this ending well" or something very similar.
I also Security Guard A take her place on the chair and I noticed he had his jacket off and still shaking worse than anyone. I noticed he also developed a wet spot on his back. I was so tempted to say, "You're shaking so bad you're going to end up needing one of these hospital beds." But I didn't. I did manage to tell Nurse C that "Guantanamo Bay is nothing to this place." I was still in straps.
It is about 6AM, Monday, December 24th. Nurse C is still shaking in her chair but I'm quickly losing confidence, I don't see the janitor hardly at all anymore and don't know if she still planned on getting me out of there or what her plan was. I say to Nurse C "I don't understand why you're all acting so nervous when I can't even think of an easy way to get out of this. You're worried about following protocol but you could really fuck me up in here." Exactly right after that I hear Nurse B come from where ever she was and said, "I'm so glad he said that." Nurse C said, "Me too." I start thinking oh shit.
I don't hear the plan but my plan is too the opposite of what she wants me to do. She again takes my blood pressure with the cuff unattached, then she starts removing the straps and as soon as she is done, I put the 3 of the 4 straps back on. She says if you do that again, I'll call security. I ask her, "What are they going to do? Put me in straps?" When she gets done with the last strap I grab one end of the strap and she grabs the other end. I don't pull or yank or anything, just holding it steady. She says very angrily to "Let go!" but I refuse. She then pushes the red button and security comes into the room.
4 security guards but 2 new faces, when security puts the straps on me, I say "Yes!" and she said, can't remember exactly that this is the opposite of what I wanted to happened. I said to the 2 new faces as soon as she said that, "Please don't leave me alone with them." Security Guard B says, "Too late." as he is wrapping me in straps. One of the new faces asks her, "Do you want to press charges?" I say "It doesn't matter because I'll be dead by then(court dates)." (Again, not saying what I thought was going on but that is exactly what I said) She said something along the lines, no, but he needs to know there are problems with patients grabbing straps or something like that.
7am rolls around and there is a shift change, I'm not sure who is in on it and who isn't so I try something. I see a hospital staff member walk by that I haven't seen I yell, "Excuse me? Have you heard of the plot to kill me?" She says, "No." Looks at me like a crazy and moves on. I didn't know what to expect with such an answer but Nurse C laughs at me.
I see Nurse A again, she sees me in straps and she asks me "What happened?" You didn't cause any problems yesterday and you're strapped like an animal. "You're not an animal." I can't tell if she is like Nurse's B or C or not but if she is, then she's a real pro. Not one to act nervous at all. I quickly lose hope and start pretending nothing fishy is going on. I ask about the straps and she says she'll remove one every half hour in a criss-cross way. First a right leg, then a left arm. I didn't understand the logic so much since once an arm is free, I can undo the rest of the straps. But I wanted to cooperate because I really needed to use the restroom.
About 27 minutes later she removes a strap and points out that she did so early. About 33 minutes later, I gave a few extra minutes to be nice I push the nurse call button. She gives me a very irritated look. I wait about another 5 minutes and she comes in with a counselor and the counselor tells me he doesn't feel I'm ready to be unstrapped. I try to argue based on the rules of the logical argument. I point out what she said about the half hour thing and I ask what am I supposed to do? I was quiet--didn't say a word. The counselor says that it is because I tried to run last night, I said, "That's last night." And Nurse A quickly jumped at that and said, "What about what you said happened last night." and said it like a gotcha there or something. I could tell she was manipulating me too.
I say alright, that I really need to #2. She says something about bedpan but I tell her I really need to go. She says OK, as soon as she can get two security guards. Right when she says that there is a security guard walking by on the other side of the 4 desks, she says, "OK, that is one let me find another." Instead of another security guard is the most muscular nurse or any hospital employee I saw there and also there was Security Guard B. He also had a muzzled dog with him. The muscular nurse who I'll call Nurse E told me, "If you try to run or play any games, I'll not be a happy camper." After the straps are off and they're following me to the bathroom I say, "Don't play any games, I'm the only one not playing games, he isn't even a security guard." I use the bathroom and I go back to the bed and as they're putting straps on me I can't remember at all what it was said but it was probably about the straps but I do remember Security Guard B saying. "C'mon man, you tried to run 3 times." I look at him straight in the eye and I say, "Yeah, for obvious reasons." And I saw recognition there and he didn't argue there and quickly turned around and did other things. I should mentioned pretty much everyone refused to look at me if I was looking at them ever since late Sunday night except for Nurse A.
Nurse A and Nurse E came into room with the counselor holding a needle. Nurses A and E were on either side ready to hold me if necessary and Nurse A asks me, "Arm or thigh?" I ask what it is it and they show me the label, Ativan. I ask if I could see a drug effect sheet but they say they can't do that or they don't have that and I agree to the shot but it didn't appear that I had a choice there. The counselor gives me the shot and some things that happened next I'm not sure about, I say this to be truthful, and also 6 months of time doesn't help things either.
The Ativan made me very relaxed but it didn't change what I thought and still think was going on but my memories of what happened while I was on Ativan are the shakiest. I do seem to remember that they stopped pretending. Take this with a biggest grain of salt but I remember something about a explosion, a hot-spot, or something to make it look like an accident. I took this to mean my ride on the ambulance on they way to UPC. I can't remember who exactly said it but I think it was Nurse A. She appeared to be the ringleader of it all. I wish I didn't hold that TV remote to my ear when she had that several hour long conversation with the Security Guard who choked me.
My strongest memory of while I was on the Ativan is a Nurse F. I remember her expressing misgivings to Nurse A. I can't remember the specific details but I remember Nurse A was strangely making a convincement argument. I remember her saying, "This isn't life, this is death we're talking about." I also remember her saying that I would gladly switch places with Nurse F. I wouldn't exactly put it that way, I would say that out of everyone in that hospital at that moment, that last person I wanted to be was me. Afterwards, Nurse F was crying for awhile.
I also remember the counselor was regularily taking straps off me.
I had two realizations then, I'm keeping my theories to myself but one thing I will say is I can easily see how any institution can be corrupted. The biggest thing is co-worker relationships. Any police department can be corrupted because I bet most won't want to turn in their friends when they're doing something wrong.
At 1:30pm, I'm done to 1 leg-strap and out-of-the-blue, I see my mom. I started laughing asking, "They're actually going to let me see you before they kill me." She's like "yeah, whatever." but friendly. I ask her who let her in and she told me that Nurse F did. My mom isn't listening but I overhear Nurse A admonishing Nurse F for letting her in. I keep over and over telling my mom my theory and all the stuff that's happened but she isn't buying it. "Why would they want to kill you?" "So I won't tell on the security guard who choked me." I can't remember exactly what she asked but it was something like 'So they want to kill you so you won't tell on security guard...' and then I hear Nurse F say "Yes." I say "See!" but my mom says, "She just got off the phone." She is talking to me but I'm still listening out there where the 4 desks are at and I hear Nurse A admonishing her again and I never saw Nurse F again after that. I remember trying to point it out to her but she isn't paying any attention to what I have. I tell her when she leaves, either wait by the exit and see what ambulance they put me in and call the police or call the police when you leave. She says, "OK". But later tells me when she didn't do either.
Around this time the Ativan wears off but I'm just sitting there waiting. It is probably about 5 or 6pm when a social worker comes in. She asks me how I'm doing, I tell her, "Not good, I'm waiting on a bomb truck." I remember she laughs. Somewhere during this conversation she said she can't arrange my transport. She asks me about other things, I tell her about when I tried to run and the choke hold. She tells me, "You don't have to worry about me." And I say I don't, I say "You're the first one that hasn't tried to manipulate me." She says, "Of course not. I care about my patients." Right then I see something click. She says, "I'm going to get you that ride." Then she also says she is going to get me my food. Right afterwards I remember her having a conversation with Nurse A but I can't hear a word.
After the conversation Nurse A comes back with a plate a food, acting very passive aggressive. "Should have told me you were hungry." As I finish I ask her if she wants me throw it away. (The reason why I ask is the nurse from Saturday Night, the one that told her co-workers how uncomfortable I was making others feel. Among other things she said is that I left my food on my tray without throwing it away. It would have been helpful to know I was supposed to do that since I didn't know what I was allowed to do or not do.) She says no.
When the shift change happens and Nurse C comes back, I remember Nurse A telling her that I have a different nurse coming and that they can't be there nurse. I remember as she is settling in, she tells Security Guard C that she is going to watch me because she doesn't trust me. I also vaguely remember physical threats from the security guards but take that with a grain of salt. I also didn't sleep nothing but a few hours all Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.
I remember no one is coming in room which is good so I try to get some sleep. I close my eyes for a few moments then open them and I see a security guard looking in. I then notice a phone in my room but I don't know how it got there. I remember when my mom came to visit on Saturday, a friend gave her his number so I can call him but I couldn't because there was no phone. So I grab the phone and I curl up against it.
I ask Nurse C when my nurse is coming and she said she is coming and that we're working on getting her right over here. I could tell it was lie when she was doing nothing but sitting on the chair. I look at the phone and I call the hospital number and I got a busy signal, I try to call it again and I get another busy signal. Nurse C asks me what I'm doing and I tell her trying to call the hospital so I can get transfered to another unit. She tells me a nurse is coming over right away to get me transfered and takes the phone and wraps it up.
It is about 10pm. I tell myself, whatever happens, happens and that I'm going to get some sleep and I do, finally.
About 6am, Tuesday, December 25th, I woke up with Nurse C and two Mesa police officers in my room. I immediately ask the two cops why I they are here. They say, "To give you a ride to UPC." I say, "Thank you so much." Never before in my life have I ever been so happy to see police officers. But I wish I said, "That's great, but you did you know I keep requesting involuntary." but the truth is I wanted out of that hospital as fast as possible. Nurse C puts the cuff on with the hoses connected and as she is entering my vitals on the computer she asks the cops, "Do you want to watch?" Cops were like, of course not. I thought police were trained to watch out for unsolicited explanations and offers?
I stand up off the bed and cops start placing cuffs on me, I ask. "What is this for?" "Protocol." As they are leading me towards the exit I think of how I should begin telling everything that just happened. When I start thinking, the cops joke with each other over how terrible I smell. I wish that I told them that I was in straps for 14 hours while I had to shit, plus they either didn't have showers or wouldn't let me take one. I feel discouraged about the whole plan as I thinking of way a to tell them without them first laughing at me.
I arrive at UPC and again, they make fun of me to the intakers over how bad I smell. As I'm being processed I remember one of the intakers saying we have showers if you want to take one(but he was saying it more like take one). I point out that the hospital either didn't have the facilities or wouldn't let me take a shower. He says, "Well, we have showers."
I've been here before, I go to sleep on one of the chair beds and I sleep the entire day. I was too terrified to sleep the time I was at the hospital so I was so glad to finally be able to.
On the 26th. I see a psychiatrist. He asks me how I'm doing and I say great. I did truly felt great. One of my biggest problems as to why I was so depressed is because I was too much of a people pleaser. I stopped being a people pleaser somewhere around Sunday night at the hospital. I also tell him one of my other problems is I didn't know how to effectively deal with manipulation, which ironically learned at the hospital (and he finished my sentence the same time I did) by "not dealing with it at all." I tell him about the choke hold and stuff. He said, that's interesting because he said when he asked them why they wanted me here he said that they said, "Because security got involved."
I think he buys that I feel great and not cuckoo based on what I told him because he arranges for community trans to take me home that night. I didn't even have to go through the other bay. First time I went they either do two things. Move you to a long-term care facility or move you next door where you have rooms, tables, magazines, TV and then evaluated more thoroughly then released if you're good to go.
As I was waiting for my ride, I see the patient that was next door to me (odd that he arrived there much longer after I did, seemed much more in a hurry to get me here than him) at the hospital there, the one Nurse C asked, "He's he smart enough to call 911." I see him pacing back-and-forth on a straight line. I want to ask him if he remembers or was aware of what was going on with me but I don't feel confident so I didn't ask.
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At first I was fine but every single night I stay up with the memories of the choke and Sunday night. I take sleeping pills every night but when I'm out, I stay up easily to 6am or so. I think the thing that bothers me the most is that they got away with it or at-least I think they got away with it.
I sent a very extremely condensed version of this to a lawyer that same Friday I replied to you. I think I'm going to send what I posted to you, except remove some of the unnecessary commentary. If I don't hear back, I'll send it to next lawyer and then the next. If online isn't doing the trick, then I'll start seeing them in person.
I've analyzed what happened so many times over, I constantly looked at the angle nothing nefarious going on but then I ask myself why are they acting so nervous and saying things from the corner of their mouth. Inquiring if my next-door neighbor patient is smart enough to call 911? However, I have absolutely no idea what was going on except for theories but I have never actually found out. Either way, there are things that I can't possibly mistake such as the choke, being in straps for 14 hours, being refused water, the bathroom while in those straps. I think those 4 things are enough right there.
My problem is no evidence. I don't have a single doubt in the world the janitor will back up me, at-least when it comes to the straps and the parts she is part of the story. I left the hospital without one single sheet of paperwork. When I went to Scottsdale Health Care, I left with about 20.
On the point about Scottsdale Health Care being liberals and the hospital I was at conservatives. Scottsdale Health Care is a very progressive community based hospital. If you're poor, if you provide them with the necessary paperwork, they cover your stay. Also they have a large menu that you can order yourself with the hospital menu. They have a selection of movies you can also watch anytime. Not to mention a very professional & courteous staff. If you ever get hurt in the East Valley, try to get to Scottsdale Health Care. Stay away from Desert Banner Medical Center though I doubt you'll or anyone for that matter will go through what I went through I imagine the unprofessional of the staff wouldn't change much if they do stick you where they stuck me.
I guess my question to everyone is what you do if this happened to you?
