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Legal Threats

 I'm thinking that maybe we're learning together. Me, the 600-page hospital, and the one next door. They seem a little nervous when I come visit. I was there only 6 minutes before appointment time and I had the code, but instead they had a security guard at the parking lot and no keypad lock. 

I'm just glad the PA is not one of them. The old guard. I'm really disappointed in the old guard. Because I idolized my father. And he worked next door. And it seemed they didn't have proper independence. Diagnosis salad. First the adhd because I didn't learn fast enough. Then the depression because I was a disappointment. Then the bipolar because I pushed too hard and because psychosis was a convenient way to bury abuse red flags. Aspergers because of sensory integration issues and communication issues that came from fear and lack of trust plus isolation. 

We're also learning about threats. A good way to avoid having patients threaten lawsuits and mailing out 600 pages of documentation is to not threaten them with restraining orders in the ER merely for showing up. I don't mind the security guards, the nurses... seems like the technicians have particularly loose mouths though. Do they ever stop talking? I guess they get bored. Maybe I'm oversensitive. Maybe they get tired of running around. But I really don't need to hear about it. I guess I feel that a hospital is not meant for excessive complaining. I feel like I prefer talking about the necessary and otherwise sticking to the weather and stuff people like chatting about. 

So, we've learned about excessive diagnoses, excessive medication, the importance of nutrition... Now we're learning about independence, not making threats, and respect. And I'm learning that too much electrolyte water can push up your BP too high. Never mind salt. Electrolyte water or gatorade. I retain water that way. Oh, the internist will be so proud. Got off Clozaril, my pulse went down, my body retained less water because it wasn't having the metabolism pumped up and the kidneys filtering the blood so much. So, I started drinking the electrolyte water to retain moisture and nutrients in the system. Now the propranolol keeps the heart rate slightly lower than that and the moisture stays in. So, I'm going to try less electrolyte solution in the water. I don't even use salt that much to start. But the almonds I like, I sometimes get salted ones. So I'll need to be careful about combining electrolyte water and salty foods. My BP shoots up. I don't know how magnesium complex or Zinc would affect that. But the inositol that Artstick recommended is great... hydrozine works decently. I really liked Artstick. Small was sweet but fairly useless. Contendon seemed intelligent. Gullet could barely look at me, but I don't trust the attendings anymore. 

rTMS

So I thought I'd maybe try to think about something a little less edgy. Because Malachecks death has been on my mind. You know, I uh, did appreciate Austen Riggs. They were very strict on medications. The most dangerous incident involved a woman pulling a knife on another woman over a man. She was permanently removed. 

But then I got thinking about rTMS. Ah the new ECT. No more lightning bolt. Magnetic waves. They had to stop. The VNS was picking up the magnetic pulses. That may have been what caused the malfunction when the wire in my chest heated up. After that I stopped fiddling with the magnet so much. Leave well enough alone.

There are some very good people that work in Healthcare. Who care very much. Who respect boundaries. I appreciate them very much. I hope they know that. I hope they remember.

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 We'll be right back after these few lawsuits...

Broke

Well I'm going for broke. Cuz I am broke. in every sense of the word. I know my words too.

Got fucked over a good bit. But I'm back up for more. Just gotta go easy. I very much would like to survive this. So. I'm trying to recover my sense of humor. This has been really dark. I'm trying to remember the late Robin Williams. He knew how to laugh. I'm trying to remember. I'm trying to remember. 

Leaves of September.

I have to find something inside myself other then a mindfucked ... darkness.

I can still make people laugh. it's just hard to do it myself. Prichards and I need a word on that. Before I start calling McClean for a reservation. God as my witness... dead or alive... whether I live or die that man will stand in court of law and defend himself. I got your records jackass. I'm coming. Bury me? they said at CCBH. They said Ashes? Bury him. You're coming too, Prichards. I swear to God. You're gonna pay for what you did. You whole fucking lot. The cleaning crew is coming fellas. Make way.