In the Belly of the Beast
I knew immediately where I was. I had only been hospitalized once before, about four or five years earlier, but I had no doubts. I was in a hospital bed in a hospital room -
there's nothing else like it. Well, assuming that I wasn't a character in a movie that has been for some nefarious purpose abducted and drugged and imprisoned in a replica
of a hospital room.
If I had assumed that I wouldn't have been wrong by much if at all but I wouldn't know that for some time. The one time previously that I woke up in a hospital I knew exactly
what had happened. I had had the flu for several days and thought I was improving and went back to work. I didn't make it to lunch and I always took a late lunch - before
1300 I was down in the office of my friend the customer service manager. When I told her I believed I needed to see a doctor she knew it was serious since I avoid doctors as
if they were more likely to make me sick than to heal me. She put me in her car and drove me to her doctor and upon assessing my condition immediately
had me admitted to the hospital. That same hospital would several years later be the beginning of my journey into the belly of the beast - let's say the mouth.
I was unconscious when they wheeled me into the emergency room and woke up a day so later. My friend told me that the doctor said that if I had gone home and gone to bed instead
of going to the doctor I would almost certainly have been dead in twenty-four hours. Four days later I went home, good as new.
It wasn't the first time my Creator would spare me from the consequences of my foolishness and it may not be the last. The most recent would come a few years later and in a more
dramatic fashion. And in a way that crystallize my pereception of humanity.
When someone asks where to start the answer generally should be 'at the beginning'. But where was the beginning for me? The doctor that almost killed me and did kill numerous
other people graduated from medical school in 2015. He seems to have completed his residency in 2018 and went to work at a hospital at that time. I know something about the
hospital - it is arguably the best hospital in the area. Three years later he left and went to work for a hospice and later a small health care services company, both of which
were located on the same premises as a small hospital. Then he became the Chief Medical Officer of that hospital. That hospital was Arkansas Continued Care Hospital. That was
just before I had my experience there.
In this case waking in a hospital room was the beginning of the part of which I was cognizant - the sixty or previous days I can only reconstruct from records and accounts by
witnesses. During those days I had been under the influence of about a half-dozen psychotropic medications, all of which had been administered with no medical indication.
What is a medical indication?
Had I been examined by a qualified doctor and the need for administration of psychotropic drugs indicated it would make some sense to administer them. But no such thing
occurred. Instead a doctor who judging from his actions was not qualified to diagnose a flat tire decided to load me up with psychopharmaceuticals.
What's that? What are psychopharmaceuticals? Let's go to Google again:
It's a bigger word that means about the same thing as psychotropic drugs. What kind of drugs were they using on me? Anti-psychotics mostly, some sedatives and tranquilizers.
As I said there were about a half dozen of them in me at any given time on top of about two dozen other drugs that as it turned out weren't needed. The fact that once my
family demanded my release and took me out despite being warned of dire consequences
my recovery - such as it is - began only after my removal from the 'care' of the hospital.
That's right. There was nothing wrong with me and they pumped me full of chemicals for months for no reason. Why did they do it? Seriously, do you need to ask? To be sure
incompetence was a factor but money was the main reason. My employer had a platinum Blue Cross Blue Shield policy and the hospital milked me for over a million dollars and
nearly killed me in the process. I would later learn that they did kill other patients.
Actually it is probable that they did kill me - I just haven't assumed room temperature yet. Being afflicted with an artificially induced version of Parkinson's Disease any
attempt to live a normal life is fraught with peril. I cannot stand upright without support - a cane or a wall or furniture - and at every step I risk a potentially fatal
fall. But it is either that or never get out of bed again. More recently I was diagnosed with a liver injury - it resembles advanced cirrhosis but it was not there three
years ago and I am not in a risk category such as alcohol abuse or other medical conditions. The injury is sufficiently severe that I am likely to experience liver failure within
a few years. Accordingly I attached a codicil to my will. It will only become public after my death.
In the event that I should shuffle off this mortal coil before the matter is resolved, it state, being of sound mind and not under duress or the
influence of any mind- or consciousness-altering substances such as drugs or alcohol, wish to state that the proximate cause of my death is my
treatment at the hands of one Jeffery Blake Copeland, M.B, during a time when he was employed by Arkansas Continued Care Hospital (ACCH) in
Jonesboro Arkansas, between 15 January 2021 and 30 April 2022. I further assert that he was acting under the direction of one James Cox
(no middle initial or name is known to me), CEO of ACCH.
Should I experience a cessation of life processes due to injuries from a fall or other consequences of my impaired physical condition, the cause
is the damage to my nervous system caused by his introduction of numerous chemical substances into my body, without my consent and without any
reasonable medical justification.
As a result of my condition, I have extreme difficulty with most physical functions including speech, handwriting, manipulation of objects with my
hands and other normal actions. Walking and climbing (e.g. stairs) is dangerous. Should I be fatally injured or suffer serious injury because
of this, Dr. Copeland and his employer are directly responsible.
Stanley Keith Lawrence
12 November 2022 08:30:03 PM CST
Enough of that for now. Let's return to the maw of the beast.
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