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!

K is for Kirsty

Ok – you have to imagine this from the point of view of a nurse on the ward expectantly awaiting the queen of all nutters to arrive.
I have little doubt that Dr Ali had been round telling everyone that I was a mad cow. My suspicions were first raised when she addressed me as a mad cow and then later when she kindly popped up to the ward and introduced me as “the mad cow” to a rather attractive blonde nurse.
Remember that at this point I had had no pain relief for over 24 hours; I had broken ribs that were deflating my lungs; I was making a mooing sound each time my lungs deflated; I couldn’t escape from the wheelchair and my broken arm wasn’t helping matters.

Excerpt of email sent to GMC –

Unfortunately, A&E hadn’t told the ward that I had broken ribs
deflating my lungs and that was why I was in a wheelchair.

Picture the scene…

….the poor nursing staff, obviously warned that a nutter was on the
way, had lined up for my arrival and I didn’t disappoint them.

They wanted me out of the wheelchair. I kept refusing and asking for
help. They were very stand-offish.
I was getting cross trying to make them understand how badly hurt I was.
As I was getting more and more cross, I started to get physically
agitated and kept mooing as my broken rib repeatedly hit my lung.

So, my arrival heralded a complete nutter, fantasist – there was no
way they could have comprehended, let alone believed what I had been
through – who was a hypochondriac – as they didn’t know I had only
had 2 x 10mg codine – who mooed when she moved.

( Correction wrote codine by mistake: cohydromol 2 x 10mg)

Complete e-mail below
Kirsty Epps

7 Mar

to sherriden.speakman@gmc-uk.org.
Marion – the Annie Zulz ward sister on 18.02.2016 – was brought a
piece of paper by a nurse and Marion ask who asked me if I was a Mad
Cow. I gave her a description and then she said, “Are you always
asked this?”
This completely through me and I knew that something was seriously wrong.

After spending 8 hours incarcerated in A&E with no pain relief (only 2
X 10mg codine)
I went catatonic when I arrived on the ward. I was so cross.

Unfortunately, A&E hadn’t told the ward that I had broken ribs
deflating my lungs and that was why I was in a wheelchair.

Picture the scene…

….the poor nursing staff, obviously warned that a nutter was on the
way, had lined up for my arrival and I didn’t disappoint them.

They wanted me out of the wheelchair. I kept refusing and asking for
help. They were very stand-offish.
I was getting cross trying to make them understand how badly hurt I was.
As I was getting more and more cross, I started to get physically
agitated and kept mooing as my broken rib repeatedly hit my lung.

So, my arrival heralded a complete nutter, fantasist – there was no
way they could have comprehended, let alone believed what I had been
through – who was a hypochondriac – as they didn’t know I had only
had 2 x 10mg codine – who mooed when she moved.

And guess what. When I received my bundle. Instead of saying that I
had depression, it says “Bipolar”.
I’ve my past medical history (200 pages) and not one mention of a
diagnosis of bipolar or any psychotic illness.

Please don’t let this happen again. The hospital have already wasted a year.