The Butterfly Effect

So, how did I get set up as a lunatic who wanted a kidney removed for no apparent reason, suffering from Munchausen and deserving to die.

Bugger me Kitty, I think I help with that one

In 2015 I was referred to a hospital consultant due to a kidney problem. I had whammed that exit from my kidney and had a cyst on it. To say that I was treated like shit is an under statement. I have moderate hydronephrosis in my right kidney and the consultant told me I was born with it. I said no, look at my scans from 2000 where I was sent to a research project by my consultant Mr Nixon. Any problems would have been picked up then.

CAN’T FIND ANY REFERENCE TO THE RESEARCH PROJECT MR NIXON SENT ME ON.

Very odd, but didn’t twig.

The time before last that I was referred by my GP to a consultant was in 2000. I had had an accident at the gym and the first aider dropped me at A&E.
This was at Charing Cross Hospital and I made a fateful decision that day which I truly believe had the butterfly effect.

I decided that I wasn’t critically injured and entered the NHS drop in that used to be based next door to A&E. ” hours later they had diagnosed back and nerve damage and they sent me to A&E with a copy of my assessment – which I handed in – and the promise that I would be seen straight away and receive much needed pain relief.

God knows how much later a doctor approaches. I started to tell him what had happened, but then he started touching my leg and I lost the power of speech. Dr Le Blanc was an Adonis. I manage to tell him about my notes I had handed in and he left.
Great I thought. He’s reading my notes.
30 minutes later he came back and walked straight passed me. I managed to catch his attention some time later and he said there was nothing wrong. I stood and collapsed – he shouted – you probably sprained your ankle.

Went to GP and referred to consultant Mr Nixon.

NOW AT THIS POINT I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS STANDARD MEDICAL PROCEDURE TO REMOVE SCANS WHEN CONSULTANTS HAVE BEEN MEDICALLY NEGLIGENT.

But, Mr Nixon forgot he had sent me on a test project at Hammersmith Hospital.
I had cancelled my MRI as he instructed. The test project was the earliest date.
As I hadn’t attended the second 20 minute MRI – as I had been through 3 hours of MRI scans and Hammersmith Hospital had also told me to cancel the second scan as “there was nothing that hadn’t been picked up in their scans,”
Mr Nixon discharged me.

A FEW MONTHS AGO I PULLED MY GP RECORDS AND THE REPORT FROM HAMMERSMITH HOSPITAL SHOWS THAT I HAD DAMAGED MY SPINE IN 4 PLACES.

HENCE, WHY IT NO LONGER EXIST ON MY CHARING CROSS MEDICAL RECORD.

OW, THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT AND HOW I SET MYSELF UP.

WELL, MR NIXON OBVIOUSLY THOUGHT I WOULD GO BACK TO MY GP AND BE REFERRED FOR MORE SCANS AND THIS WOULD COVER UP HIS NEGLIGENCE IN DISCHARGING ME WHEN I COULDN’T WALK.

UNFORTUNATELY, I HAD OTHER IDEAS.
I COLLECTED MY SCANS FROM IMAGING AND TOOK THAT TO A BACK SPECIALIST. HE COULDN’T USE THAM AND TOLD ME TO GO BACK TO CHARING CROSS HOSPITAL AND SEE MY CONSULTANT – MR NIXON, WHO HAD DISCHARGED ME, SO THAT HE COULD ASSESS THE SCANS. BASICALLY, NO ONE WANTED THE MRI SCANS, THEY WANTED THE CONSULTANTS REPORT.

I WAS GOING INTO CHARING CROSS, SPARODICALLY, FOR OVER 2 MONTHS. EACH TIME I TOOK THE SCANS IN THEY REFUSED TO TAKE THEM TO BE ASSESSED. I TRIED TO HAND OVER MY NIXON’S REFERRAL LETTER ALONG WITH THE SCANS. NO ONE WOULD LOOK AT THEM. I KEPT GOING BACK AS THE SCANS WERE NO USE TO ME WITHOUT THE CONSULTANTS REPORT.

HINDSIGHT IS A WONDERFUL THING AND EACH TIME I WENT BACK WITH MY MRI’S – I

WAS NAILING MY COFFIN A LITTLE MORE. I HAD BEEN SET UP AS A FANTASIST WHO AD SOMEHOW GOT MRI’S BUT THESE COULDN’T BE ANYTHING TO DO WITH MY CONSULTANT AS HE SAID HE HADN’T SENT ME ON THEM.

THE FACT NO ONE WOULD TAKE THE SCANS, OR EVEN LOOK AT THEM, INDICATES HOW SET UP I WAS AT THE TIME.

IN THE END I LEFT THE SCANS ON THE DESK AND WALKED OUT.

THEN SECURITY CHASED ME AND GAVE THEM BACK.

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W for WTF – tribute to Annabel

Annabel ran around squawking “breach, breach, there’s been a breach. Breach, breach, there’s been a breach.”
With each fresh utterance she feels her inner chicken coming through.
She is no longer mere woman. She has become the pinnacle of evolution.
She is Wonder Bird.
Lustfully she plays with her long plumage. Flipping her erotic feathers whist clucking masterfully.
“Breach, breach, there’s been a breach.”
Annabel clucks and gasps as pain runs through her. She crows at the top of her voice, her pain changes to euphoria.
She pants, catches her breath. Then cries with wonderment.
Proudly she looks down.
Annabel has laid an egg.

T is for Thomas

This is the hardest thing to write because even by putting the truth down, I feel like I am letting him down.

Dr Paul Thomas was the UCC out of hours doctor who took away the Tramadol and saved my life.

He was amazing as he knew straight away that the Tramadol was causing the seizures. He took all Tramadol away and asked for the discharge sheet.

When I was able to stand, I gave him the discharge sheet and he took it. Read it. Got up and walked out. Wow, I thought, he really cares.

So, it came as a shock to find that Dr Thomas wrote the following:
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By removing the discharge sheet, it allowed Chelsea and Westminster Hospital to pretend, for a year, that I had been discharged at 10:40 in the morning. This would have been before the first dose of Tramadol had been given at 2:23pm, and, of course, before the first seizure had occurred in the CT scanner.

It was only when I managed to get the prescribed medicines copy of the discharge sheet that the hospital’s story changed and they agreed that I was discharged in the evening of the 19th Feb 2016.

So, to recap. I have been diagnosed as bipolar by an orthopedic consultant Mr Henry Magill 19th Feb 2016, and two days later, the convulsive seizures where my body was so swollen, is a relapse of my bipolar disorder.

I will never back any complaint made against Professor Paul Thomas. He is the man who saved my life.

He chose to falsify what happened but would he have been so eager to cover up for a friend if he had known that the Tramadol – which the hospital have confirmed caused the seizures – had been doubled for my departure?
I hope not.

S is for SMITH

Well Mr R Smith. I am the outcome of your little experiment. A very cross depressive. One could almost say a MAD COW.

That really was nasty putting a ring through my lip. The infection, Mr Smith, you really went to town. Talk about puss yellow within 12 hours. Not that anyone cared.
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So, Dr Valerie Bernhardt collect 6 phials of blood in the A&E on the 17th. 3 to be tested that day and 3 to be tested on Friday. You needed a clean blood test for Friday to hide the concoction of drugs and infection that you had pumped into my system.

Getting the lad to ask me if I was a Mad Cow meant that I knew this had been done on purpose. This meant, Mr Smith, that getting antibiotics was a priority. Of course, couldn’t get them on the ward – no infection – nurses unable to see puss filled circle on lip! But, defo once home. Although, you will be happy to know that my throat was closing up and making breathing during the seizures rather difficult.

I have worked very hard Mr Smith. I saved and saved for the deposit on my home and I went without to pay off my mortgage. Ok, it’s shared housing but a £100,000 loan paid off by the age of 40.

I did it working for charities. Mainly Citizens Advice. The pay wasn’t good but you work for a charity for your own reasons. I worked for Citizens Advice because it kept me grounded. Hearing about other people’s problems put mine and my depression into prospective.

The charts added to the December bundle led straight to Serotonin Syndrome Mr Smith.

Serotonin syndrome (SS) is a group of symptoms that may occur following use of certain serotonergic medications or drugs.[1] The degree of symptoms can range from mild to severe.[2] Symptoms include high body temperature, agitation, increased reflexes, tremor, sweating, dilated pupils, and diarrhea.[1][2] Body temperature can increase to greater than 41.1 °C (106.0 °F). Complications may include seizures and extensive muscle breakdown.[2] It is a predictable consequence of excess serotonin on the central nervous system (CNS)

This has been a method for killing mental health patients in the States for over 3 decades. Doctors are automatically blacklisted now and insurances aren’t paying out.

In the A&E I had to be kept in pain so that I couldn’t leave. Therefore, no pain killers could be given.

The tricky bit next was that you had to get someone to prescribed oramorph on the ward. Very important as it was used as a cover for the Venlafaxine.
With Venlafaxine you prescribe codine not tramadol due to SS
With Oramorph you prescribe codine not tramadol due to SS
Having Oramorph as the reason for giving codine, covered the fact that I was on Venlafaxine. Venlafaxine was not mentioned in the hand over notes originally but the fact I was on it was added to the December bundle.

So, when Mr Henry Magill prescribed tramadol he was basing it on the fact that the last Oramorph had been given the previous morning and a safe time had passed to prevent SS. He was not basing it on the fact I had had Venlafaxine that morning. Therefore, he caused the SS unintentionally. He would have had no prior knowledge of the Venlafaxine from the anethetists department.

Also, Henry Magill sent me for a CT Head Scan when the confusion started and so I had my first seizure in the CT scanner. Henry created evidence of what was happening. He must be innocent!

R for result

Blood test results. If the faked blood test on 19th Feb 2016 was done using 40 hour old blood from that taken by Dr Bernhardt on 17th Feb 2016.

The Urea result: 4.9 on 17th Real 6.0 fake (Would this show that the blood tested was 40 hours old?)

Run through (Most of the evidence is logged already but need to tidy up images etc)

Wednesday 17th Feb 2016
16:34
I arrive by ambulance at Chelsea & Westminster Hospital – LAS sheet (London Ambulance Service)

LAS + me sent on tour of construction site by black, old administrator. Same woman meets us when we get back to A&E and tells LAS to put me in reception. This same person later refused Mr Noel Lee’s request for head and arm CT scans.
18:23
I am taken into a room and a woman reads through the LAS report. She then leaves and returns. She doesn’t ask about my injury or the pain she doesn’t explain why I am stuck in the wheelchair and unable to stand. I ask for pain relief and she gives me 2 cohydromol (over the counter pain relief) and then she wheels me back into reception. Later I am wheeled out of reception screaming as I am trying to cover myself up.
19:45
Wheeled into Dr Valerie Bernhardt – the world’s worst phlobotonist. She puts the hospital bracelet on straight away. She then starts her games and then takes 6 phials of blood. She then requests an x-ray.
I am then taken for an x-ray of my broken arm.
20:45
Wheeled back to A&E. Met by Ortho Consultant Mr Lee
He goes through my x-ray. Complete with broken ribs. He does the clerking and explained the forms before I signed each.
21:15ish
Dr Ali decides that she too wants to triage the LAS report. She asked me what had happened and as I start to say that I had sciatica and collapsed, she walks off.
She returns and takes a phone call from my consultant. She moans at him for taking notes, that I was her patient. She makes him return to her in A&E. Mr Lee is a totally changed man. He sat there in silence like a naughty school boy. Queen of the sadists is just flouncing around and then she starts this absurd screeching. Breach, breach, there’s been a breach. She then repeats this performance sporadically. Mr Lee leaves. Dr Ali AKA Queen Sadist shows me my broken ribs but doesn’t explain that that is why I can’t stand up. I now think I have a third, and more serious injury, deflating my lungs.

Wheeled into corridor in isolation and left for 3 hours.
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00:29
Wheeled from A&E to Ward
Approx times now as feel exact are not necessary but have all in the operation bundle etc
03:00 Dr Ali kindly pays a visit to the ward and introduces me to an attractive blond nurse, as a mad cow.
04:00 Received first pain relief Oramorph. Medications chart was not provided by A&E so no pain relief could be given until they knew what I had had.
06:00 Visit from consultants who increase Oramorph to every 2 hours – this never happened.
08:00 Final pain relief (except that associated with operation late pm)
So kept in constant pain so I could not escape. The 1mg oral morphine was not enough to be able to get out of bed but I could get into a comfortable position.

16:00 Operation
19:00 Recovery – asked if I was a mad cow and had had ring put through lip whilst I was anaethatised.
20:00 Back on ward. Ward Sister ignores the NIL BY MOUTH I eat and then drink 2ltr bottle of water.
21:00 Requested sleeping tablets – told to take pain pump as it will knock me out
22:00 Start taking the pain pump and mouth on fire. Keep taking it to get rid of the pain.
23:00 Went bat shit crazy. Thought people were trying to kill me. Was convinced there was a ward full of dead people.

19th February 2016
03:00 Pulled the pain pump connection out of my arm.
10:45 Physio – with no pain relief and broken ribs.
14:23 First ever Tramadol
15:00 Mr Henry Magill comes round to discharge me. I am in awful pain and confused. Mr Henry Magill sends me for a CT head scan

Seizures

19:40 Discharged with double to dose of tramadol.

I have reason to believe that if I had taken the higher dose of tramadol, I would have died, in the arms of my disabled mother as I slipped into a coma.