I am - to use the title of the last job I had - a sixty-eight-year-old retired systems architect. I had it for eighteen years or so and probably would have continued working at for several more years had I not fallen into the hands of the Medical Industry.

Except for a couple of brief periods of unemployment - about five or six weeks in each case - I have been working and paying taxes since I was about seventeen. I have never received any kind of government assistance, even when I was unemployed I did not apply for unemployment benefits. I have never committed a crime or any legal transgression beyond a traffic infraction or two.

I served for four years in the U. S. Air Force and had a stellar record - straight nine APRs, a commendation medal and promotion to E-5 in the minimum time allowed by regulations. I passed an investigation for a Top Secret/Sensitive Compartmented Information (TS/SCI) security clearance. I was often assigned special duties requiring a person of my specialty with such a clearance.

After my brief military service I worked in the IT industry as it is called these days. I worked for three companies and was a top-level key person in each. One was a division of a multi-billion dollar company and the final one involved building a mom-and-pop business into a one with millions in annual revenue.

I have never - in sixty five years - been diagnosed with any sort of mental illness or even suspected of or recommended for examination for such a condition. In the three years since the events described herein I have not been suspected of any mental illness even though the treatment to which I was subjected can in fact cause such injury.

In other words I am about as normal as any person you will ever meet and am not given to conspiracy theories or imagining things. I can provide numerous witnesses to confirm this. I say all of this because if I were presented with the following narrative I would be tempted to believe that it was at the very least exaggerated if not complete fabrication. As it happens I can prove every word of it.

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On 15 December 2020 - one month before my sixty-fifth birthday - I became ill at work and an ambulance was called. I was transported to the Arkansas Methodist Medical Center (AMMC) in Paragould where a decision to send to St. Bernards Medical Center in Jonesboro. There it was decided that a bypass surgery was needed. The surgery was performed and the next day I had a heart attack. That's another subject for another time. The short story is that errors in both practice and judgment at AMMC and St. Bernards resulted in my being moved, on 15 January 2021 (the aforementioned birthday) to a third hospital.

The third hospital was (it's closed now) only technically a hospital. It was a building formerly occupied by several hospitals and had been vacant for several years. It had some allegedly medical personnel - nurses and such - and at least one doctor. I can say he was only technically a doctor because he graduated from medical school and successfully (I wonder how) completed a residency and was hired by an actual hospital, arguably the best hospital in Jonesboro. He was only there for a two or three years and then he went to work at the dump in which I would be confined for the next sixty-eight or so days.

This doctor was one Jeffery Blake Copeland - note the spelling for use with Google. Probably by the time this comes to the attention of the good Dr. Copeland my communications to the Arkansas state medical board and the attorney general and governor will already be in their hands. It is my understanding that the state medical board furnishes these complaints to the doctor being complained about so nothing here should surprise him.

During that sixty-eight days Dr. Copeland - to quote my complaint to the medical board:

Actually he very nearly killed me. If my family had not removed me I would have soon been, if not dead, beyond any hope of recovery. As it is I remain a physical wreck and three years later it is apparent that much of the damage is irreversible.

The reason I am writing this after three years is that for two of those years I progressing from a near invalid to about a thirty percent (physically) invalid.

The reason I writing it at all is that the CEO of ACCH was a person named James Cox. This same James Cox was the COO of Ascent Children's Health Services (ACHS) - you can read about it here. The ACCH facility has been acquired by a company called Methodist Family Health. The company stated that the ACCH facility will be converted to a 70-bed acute psychiatric facility for children under the age of 18. Being familiar with ACHS and ACCH and the facility I am very alarmed. I see no reason to believe that this is not yet another operation to exploit patients - in this case again children - for money. I have plenty of reasons to believe that it is.