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That was probably when I was beginning to have some semi-lucid moments as the drugs were being reduced. I can remember
what happened from then on clearly, despite the fact that I was still heavily drugged. The first memory of my continuous
consciousness was being tied to the bed with wire. Not hospital restraints, just bare steel wire around my wrists and ankles,
with what looked like strips of torn bedsheets connecting the wire to the bedframe.
Apparently I had been tied this way for quite some time, as one of my siblings had earlier entered my room one day to find me totally nude,
bound hands and feet as I described, and although barely semi-conscious (if that) vocalizing expressions of severe pain, due
to the fact that my left arm was twisted into an unnatural and obviously painful position. When she asked the nurse why I was
in that condition and to rectify it the nurse replied "we can't keep a diaper on him" and grudgingly repositioned my arm.
Probably that is the reason I still have pain in and limited use of my left arm two years later. I know that I was roughly handled
by a very large male orderly on numerous occasions - with accompanying verbal abuse - and suspect he may be the culprit. I intend
to have it X-rayed on my next visit to the doctor and see if it was broken. It certainly seems that way.
And she described the wires used to tie me to the bed just as I have. Occasionally my right arm was freed long enough for me
to use my right hand, or both hands were freed if they wanted me to sit up, and they were promptly tied again.
I begged them not to tie me, and they replied they were ordered to do so by the doctor. I asked to see the doctor. No, I hadn't seen him
and to this day have not. I suppose that a doctor might not see every patient every day, although that seems to be the general practice.
But why did the doctor not come to see me? After all I had been drugged senseless for weeks, he had been asked to reduce the drugs - would
he not want to assess my condition? And there's that hundred something dollars every day for a few minutes. Didn't he want that? Surely
he wasn't just billing my insurance for something he wasn't doing. Say it ain't so.
I lay there for days, asking each day to see the doctor. Each time I was told the doctor would see me on his morning rounds. Each day I lay in the bed,
watching the door, hoping the doctor would arrive. He never did, and weeks later when I was released I still had not seen him and to this day have not.
Eventually I managed to free one of my hands (while no personnel were present, which was almost all the time) and upon freeing the other I was unable to free my
feet as well. Each time, once free I lay quietly in the bed and eventually my escape was noticed and I was tied again.
I like to believe I have a reasonably strong mental constitution, and even with all the drugs in me I managed to remain calm. Not once during this time did I resist
or refuse to cooperate. This (refusal to cooperate) was the excuse for physical therapy not being performed while I was dissociated from reality, and continued for
the next two to three weeks despite my obvious improved - in their view - condition.
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