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This is not only incredible, but incredibly disgusting. Every bit of it is true, but
only a few bits and pieces were believed, heard or investigated. Let me just say that
my opinions of ignorance and stupidity in government have not changed. I'm including
all of the gory details...you have been warned.
I'll start by noting that I just got out of the hospital.
I've been battling a bug problem that started when my 17-year-old daughter started
sleeping over at her boyfriend's house and brought bedbugs over here; in fact, I think
she spent the summer there. I haven't been in the place, but Tony has, and he says that
it is the most disgusting place he had ever been in...a real roach motel.
We also have an addition that was put on incorrectly, just some studs, styrofoam and
siding, which had come loose, allowing the bugs to live in the walls, and this place has
not been cleaned to my satisfaction in ten years, because my husband is a pig. I just
told him so.
Last Sunday afternoon, we had recently had the house fogged, and since I'm the only one
living here, I had to do the cleanup; vacuuming, cleaning, sweeping, etc. After about a
week of it, all of a sudden, I started feeling sick, and when I threw up, blood and bugs
just kept pouring out of my mouth.
I freaked! Anybody would. I was wearing nothing but a nightshirt, and I ran out into
the street to the neighbors who were good friends, and they weren't home. I couldn't
find my cell phone to call 911, so I went door to door until I found someone home. When
he told me that he was a fireman, I thought, oh shit, I'm gonna be OK now. He called
911 for me, and I heard the sirens coming and thought, "thank god". I knew that no one
was going to believe me, so I had taken some pictures of all of the blood and bugs in
the sink, and I had my digital camera.
When "rescue" got there, someone walked up to me and said, "Where's the meth?"
I said, "WHAT?!? I don't use that garbage. I need help! I just threw up blood and
bugs."
They told me, no, you're just seeing things because you're on meth. I begged them to
come look in my house and see all of the dead bugs, and the sink, and they said they
didn't have time, threw me into an ambulance, and every time I closed my eyes I saw bugs, so I kept
my fucking eyes open.
When we got to the hospital, they stuck something down into my nose, and I remember one
of them telling me that she wouldn't be able to take that so easily. Then they were
both confused because there was nothing in it. I was concerned that I had bugs in some
of my other vital organs, so I couldn't understand what they were doing.
They pushed me up to the heart floor, and I asked if there were bugs in my heart (I
wasn't quite mellowed out yet ). They said, no, I just needed oxygen, and my brain oxygen wasn't 100%, so I must be on drugs. I called Tony, and he told me to tell them that I have
never seen a bug anywhere in this galaxy, because that was what they wanted to hear.
Their psychiatrist came in the next day, and after a while, (at least this one was
willing to look at the pictures), I told him that as long as my doctor was prescribing
pain medicine, people were going to treat me this way, so, fuck it, I'm quitting it all.
He started asking if I wanted to work with all of these groups and shit, and I said,
no, I won't work with anyone but my doctor, and suggested that he go call him.
Later, a little short nurse came in and said that if I would sign a release against
medical advice form, I could leave, so I told her OK. About two hours later, they
hadn't come back with the form, and I decided that they were fucking me over again, and
I was just going to walk out of place. I turned off their machine so that it couldn't
detect it, then I pulled out their needles and shit, changed back into my nightshirt,
looking like a hooker, took my camera and left. I got out of the hospital, and in the
parking lot, someone grabbed me from behind. Security guard. Don't ever do that! I
was trained to react to it by instinct. I rolled out of his grip on the weak side and
came back with a chop to his neck, and he hit the ground before he knew what was
happening. Another one grabbed me, and I shook him off with a roll and started to run.
The next thing I knew, a fucking 8' 400# gorilla threw me on the asphalt, and three more
monkeys played dogpile on the rabbit and they dragged me back inside. Then that little
nurse was there, and she said that they were going to strap me to the bed if I didn't
stay. Normally I might enjoy that, but the gorilla sitting there next to me kind of
spoiled the mood, so I agreed to stay.
I refused every blood pressure check, vital signs, and shit that they tried to give me,
so they moved me downstairs to a little room. I was already a hero! The story had
been told all over the hospital. This cute little nurse said, "I heard it took four of
them to do it". Even though they had forgotten to set the brakes on the wheelchair and
dumped my ass on the floor, which hurts a whole lot more when it opens up the road rash
from the dogpile, I wanted to have her. God dammit, if these people try to put this on
some wildest videos show, I'm calling my lawyer.
Then this old, grandmotherly type nurse came by to take my blood pressure. Of course I
refused. I decided that they could torture me to death in their backbreaking beds, and
I would die before I would give them anything. I asked her if she knew why I was
refusing all of these tests, and she said, "Oh yes, honey, and we're really sorry".
I told her no, like everyone else there, she knew nothing. They made a deal with me. I
stay there, and they bring me a release (ama) form to get out. I had kept my part of
the bargain and they hadn't, and nobody does me that way. ( That fight with the guards
had me feeling tough; in fact, it still does. Now is not a good time to fuck with me. )
About five minutes later, I signed a simple one-sentence form, they called me a cab, and
I was out of there. I haven't tried the camera yet.
I came home, turned on the cooler and opened the window, grabbed the rest of my
prescription pills, and flushed them down the toilet. Then I went to a hotel until the
air cleared, and came home.
I did go to see my doctor, and the psychiatrist had told him that their tox screen had
showed nothing that wasn't prescribed me, so he wanted to know how they could think that
I was doing meth or street drugs.
What is the moral of the story? I don't know. You can't make people any less ignorant,
you can't stop them from lying so much that they think that everyone is lying to them,
and you can't stop a holy war like our "WOD". Maybe if someone trips and falls, we can
help them up, instead of accusing some kind of criminal behaviour of making them fall.
Pics to follow, if the camera still has them, but I'm warning you that they are horrid.
-denise
only a few bits and pieces were believed, heard or investigated. Let me just say that
my opinions of ignorance and stupidity in government have not changed. I'm including
all of the gory details...you have been warned.
I'll start by noting that I just got out of the hospital.
I've been battling a bug problem that started when my 17-year-old daughter started
sleeping over at her boyfriend's house and brought bedbugs over here; in fact, I think
she spent the summer there. I haven't been in the place, but Tony has, and he says that
it is the most disgusting place he had ever been in...a real roach motel.
We also have an addition that was put on incorrectly, just some studs, styrofoam and
siding, which had come loose, allowing the bugs to live in the walls, and this place has
not been cleaned to my satisfaction in ten years, because my husband is a pig. I just
told him so.
Last Sunday afternoon, we had recently had the house fogged, and since I'm the only one
living here, I had to do the cleanup; vacuuming, cleaning, sweeping, etc. After about a
week of it, all of a sudden, I started feeling sick, and when I threw up, blood and bugs
just kept pouring out of my mouth.
I freaked! Anybody would. I was wearing nothing but a nightshirt, and I ran out into
the street to the neighbors who were good friends, and they weren't home. I couldn't
find my cell phone to call 911, so I went door to door until I found someone home. When
he told me that he was a fireman, I thought, oh shit, I'm gonna be OK now. He called
911 for me, and I heard the sirens coming and thought, "thank god". I knew that no one
was going to believe me, so I had taken some pictures of all of the blood and bugs in
the sink, and I had my digital camera.
When "rescue" got there, someone walked up to me and said, "Where's the meth?"
I said, "WHAT?!? I don't use that garbage. I need help! I just threw up blood and
bugs."
They told me, no, you're just seeing things because you're on meth. I begged them to
come look in my house and see all of the dead bugs, and the sink, and they said they
didn't have time, threw me into an ambulance, and every time I closed my eyes I saw bugs, so I kept
my fucking eyes open.
When we got to the hospital, they stuck something down into my nose, and I remember one
of them telling me that she wouldn't be able to take that so easily. Then they were
both confused because there was nothing in it. I was concerned that I had bugs in some
of my other vital organs, so I couldn't understand what they were doing.
They pushed me up to the heart floor, and I asked if there were bugs in my heart (I
wasn't quite mellowed out yet ). They said, no, I just needed oxygen, and my brain oxygen wasn't 100%, so I must be on drugs. I called Tony, and he told me to tell them that I have
never seen a bug anywhere in this galaxy, because that was what they wanted to hear.
Their psychiatrist came in the next day, and after a while, (at least this one was
willing to look at the pictures), I told him that as long as my doctor was prescribing
pain medicine, people were going to treat me this way, so, fuck it, I'm quitting it all.
He started asking if I wanted to work with all of these groups and shit, and I said,
no, I won't work with anyone but my doctor, and suggested that he go call him.
Later, a little short nurse came in and said that if I would sign a release against
medical advice form, I could leave, so I told her OK. About two hours later, they
hadn't come back with the form, and I decided that they were fucking me over again, and
I was just going to walk out of place. I turned off their machine so that it couldn't
detect it, then I pulled out their needles and shit, changed back into my nightshirt,
looking like a hooker, took my camera and left. I got out of the hospital, and in the
parking lot, someone grabbed me from behind. Security guard. Don't ever do that! I
was trained to react to it by instinct. I rolled out of his grip on the weak side and
came back with a chop to his neck, and he hit the ground before he knew what was
happening. Another one grabbed me, and I shook him off with a roll and started to run.
The next thing I knew, a fucking 8' 400# gorilla threw me on the asphalt, and three more
monkeys played dogpile on the rabbit and they dragged me back inside. Then that little
nurse was there, and she said that they were going to strap me to the bed if I didn't
stay. Normally I might enjoy that, but the gorilla sitting there next to me kind of
spoiled the mood, so I agreed to stay.
I refused every blood pressure check, vital signs, and shit that they tried to give me,
so they moved me downstairs to a little room. I was already a hero! The story had
been told all over the hospital. This cute little nurse said, "I heard it took four of
them to do it". Even though they had forgotten to set the brakes on the wheelchair and
dumped my ass on the floor, which hurts a whole lot more when it opens up the road rash
from the dogpile, I wanted to have her. God dammit, if these people try to put this on
some wildest videos show, I'm calling my lawyer.
Then this old, grandmotherly type nurse came by to take my blood pressure. Of course I
refused. I decided that they could torture me to death in their backbreaking beds, and
I would die before I would give them anything. I asked her if she knew why I was
refusing all of these tests, and she said, "Oh yes, honey, and we're really sorry".
I told her no, like everyone else there, she knew nothing. They made a deal with me. I
stay there, and they bring me a release (ama) form to get out. I had kept my part of
the bargain and they hadn't, and nobody does me that way. ( That fight with the guards
had me feeling tough; in fact, it still does. Now is not a good time to fuck with me. )
About five minutes later, I signed a simple one-sentence form, they called me a cab, and
I was out of there. I haven't tried the camera yet.
I came home, turned on the cooler and opened the window, grabbed the rest of my
prescription pills, and flushed them down the toilet. Then I went to a hotel until the
air cleared, and came home.
I did go to see my doctor, and the psychiatrist had told him that their tox screen had
showed nothing that wasn't prescribed me, so he wanted to know how they could think that
I was doing meth or street drugs.
What is the moral of the story? I don't know. You can't make people any less ignorant,
you can't stop them from lying so much that they think that everyone is lying to them,
and you can't stop a holy war like our "WOD". Maybe if someone trips and falls, we can
help them up, instead of accusing some kind of criminal behaviour of making them fall.
Pics to follow, if the camera still has them, but I'm warning you that they are horrid.
-denise
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