P is for Pain, Premeditation, PTSD

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Previous letter from Chelsea & Westminster Hospital confirms that no tramadol was given in A&E.
The staff on the ward confirmed that the first Tramadol was at 14:23 on Friday 19th Feb 2016.

Tramadol is a controlled substance and has to be requested. The only request that exists was made by Mr Henry Magill on Fri 19th Feb 2016. The Prescriptions department have investigated this and confirmed.

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The reason that I know what happened was premeditated is very simple.

I received 2 doses of 1mg Oramorph. My first pain relief is charted at 4am and another dose at 8am, 18th Feb 2016 – almost 12 hours after I was wheeled into the A&E by the ambulance crew.

All the other pain relief is fake. Not just the Tramadol. For each fake dose, I received nothing. I was left in horrendous pain as this meant I was stuck lying in a hospital bed and unable to escape. Remember, my broken ribs were still deflating my lungs each time I tried to move – and yes, I was mooing!

This means that the records were falsified at the time. Premeditated.

Venlafaxine + Concussion + Tramadol = Serotonin Syndrome

Surely, the person who was set up to prescribe the actual Tramodol couldn’t have been involved. Henry, Henry, Henry, I have great faith in you not being involved. Really pissed off that you didn’t get me anti-seizure medication but I think I know why.

The first seizure occurred when you had sent me for the CT Head Scan. I was actually in the scanner. The pain from the first seizure can’t be described. I came out of the scanner unable to think. I thought I was brain dead. I was a drooling mess.
I think the CT scan must have shown a lot of damage happening. You panicked and this is why you went AWOL.

I was very lucky. I have a strange thing now, when I sleep, my head resets. Difficult to explain but I wake up with nothing in my head.
Freaked the hell out of me to begin with but now I love it. I wake to complete mindfulness. It’s a lovely way to start my day.
There are a couple of other things but my biggest problem ATM is the PTSD.

I KNEW I WAS GOING TO DIE AND I COULDN’T FIGHT OR FLEE.

Wow, have I been whamed by PTSD.

It’s underlying all of the time and I can’t have conversations as I can’t take in what people are saying.
When it gets really bad I can’t read or write. You have no concentration. I come out of the shower with shampoo in my hair and one shaved leg. I can’t remember to collect my cash from a machine if a balance flashes up. Even the smallest distraction breaks your thought patterns. PTSD means I am allowed my money as pocket money. I get £10.00 a day and I have to show the receipt if want more. (Have several receipts in reserve for when I lose my money – I flash them quickly so the date can’t be seen!)
Oh yeah, roads and cars are a bit dodgy. I have to make sure that I only cross on crossings. I look one way but the act of looking the other way means I forget what was that way and replace it with this way – I know what I mean.

Oh and I’m a PTSD pain in the butt. I will argue that I haven’t done something or haven’t agreed to something because I can’t remember. I really am not being rude and I’m so sorry.

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O is for Operation

I was operated on on the 18th Feb 2016. There should be a follow up scan from when I went to have the wires out – hospital wouldn’t even admit to the witnessed seizures until the GMC got involved – so couldn’t go back for the operation.
The follow up scan would have shown that the bottom wire wasn’t working properly and the fracture wasn’t healing properly. I found this out in June 16 at another hospital. I still have a hairline fracture in my arm one year on.

Smith, what a trip you sent me on. I went to enough teenage parties to know when I was coming up. Dr Thomas got me down with diazapan. That was 3 days later.

I reckon medical amphetamine. Everything was there apart from the racing heartbeat. Am I right Smith?

It must be so difficult being an anesthetist on the Magill Wing at Chelsea and Westminster Hospital.

Anesthetists are the Gods of the operating theater. They have to train for so much longer and they hold your life in their hands.

I know who you are working with on Richard’s team – not poor Henry, you stitched him up like a kipper. Although I assume you thought that he was the one person the hospital would move heaven and hell to protect.

Nice touch adding Henry’s hand written list of my medications to the December bundle of my notes. Not dated but fits in nicely.

The big mistake you made was getting that kid to ask me if I was a mad cow. I then knew that the infected ring going through my lip was intentional.
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N is for Numbnuts – forgot to add the evidence

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19:12 17th Feb 16 x-ray unknown person
No broken ribs and missing critical part of arm where break would be

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My CT scan 18th Feb showing my broken arm and broken ribs – middle just to right of my spine.

This is the paper version of a CT scan on my injury. As you can see, I have broken my left arm just below my shoulder.
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Will upload the CT arm scan Chelsea and Westminster are trying to pass off as mine. It was taken on the correct day, within 6 hours of my operation but for some reason it is of somebody’s shoulder.

N is for NOT, NEVER, NEVER WILL BE!

My CT scan.

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This is the only image of my body that Chelsea and Westminster have released to me. For an unknown reason they have falsified the date. This was taken on 18th February 2016 between 17:13 and 18:08:43. IT SHOWS MY LEFT ARM – I BROKE MY LEFT ARM JUST BELOW MY SHOULDER.

The interesting thing is that you can see my broken ribs. I have broken them next to my spine. This image has been taken from behind!

This is the paper version of a CT scan on my injury. As you can see, I have broken my left arm just below my shoulder.
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Funny how the paper version is faced the correct way!

You see, the reason I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I have someone else’s A&E x-ray is because their injury is on the right hand side.

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M is for Mad Cow

I was in the recovery room after my operation to mend my broken arm.
On regaining consciousness, I was asked if I was a Mad Cow.
I had had a ring put through my lip whilst I was anaesthetized.

Smith, why did I wake from the operation to find I had had a ring put through my lip?
Smith, why was I bleeding from my butt when I had had an operation on my arm?
And, Smith …

…let’s just …

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Time locked and taken at just after 22:00 19th Feb 2016

I wanted to record the fact that my mouth was full of ulcers and I had this mark post operation on my lip.

In the morning this had been the diameter of a 1 pence piece but as the infection grew, so did the swelling in the middle. As the ring is raised up due to swelling, it looks a lot smaller.

MAD COW and RING THROUGH LIP How passe!

Ok. Now to recap. No relief from the pain in A&E. Unable to get out of the wheelchair due to broken ribs. Mooing as the air was forced out of my lungs each time a broken rib touched my lungs.
It is interesting as I had some feedback, very kind, and sympathising as I hadn’t been fully diagnosed in A&E.
Oh, but I had, I had been shown my x-ray with my broken ribs. The problem was that I had broken ribs before and the pain was nothing like the pain I was experiencing across my chest. I was left thinking that I had a broken arm, broken ribs and something else that was deflating my lungs and causing the main pain.
Broken ribs deflating you lungs are so painful. As the lungs completely empty, my body was shooting back into the wheelchair as my lungs gasps to refill air. So, every time I tried to escape, I was forced back into the wheelchair.

I caught Dr A Ali twice directly calling me a mad cow. The welcome line up that I received on the ward suggests that she had been round promoting my new found ability to moo.

Below are my notes from 18th Feb 2016 – very much stating depression.
Below that are my notes dated 19th Feb 2016 – Here, I have been recorded as bipolar and severe anxiety. Please note the first ever recording of bipolar in relation to my mental health is on 19th February 2016 by Mr Henry Magill – an orthopedic consultant.

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I was so shocked that they had recorded my mental health condition as bipolar.

I discussed the best option with my GP and as my depression had never been diagnosed, I was referred to a psychiatrist. A full diagnosis was carried out.

Recurrent Depressive Disorder. Full report attached.

This is the one and only time I have had an assessment of my mental health carried out by the NHS. I have had other assessments since – privately – and all are Unipolar.

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And, now thinks get really sick and twisted.

M is for Mad Cow

I was in the recovery room after my operation to mend my broken arm.
On regaining consciousness, I was asked if I was a Mad Cow.
I had had a ring put through my lip whilst I was anaesthetized.

Smith, why did I wake from the operation to find I had had a ring put through my lip?
Smith, why was I bleeding from my butt when I had had an operation on my arm?
And, Smith …

…let’s just …

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Time locked and taken at just after 22:00 19th Feb 2016

I wanted to record the fact that my mouth was full of ulcers and I had this mark post operation on my lip.

In the morning this had been the diameter of a 1 pence piece but as the infection grew, so did the swelling in the middle. As the ring is raised up due to swelling, it looks a lot smaller.

MAD COW and RING THROUGH LIP How passe!