I am brought to hospital against my will by a 2.5 year Officer who kept insisting the Hospital was going to 'help' me. I can look at it many ways, but I think it's just evil. Do not bring me to Communist Healthcare, they will not help me. They will just bring me harm and I will come out with more problems than I came in with. My work truck, which my life depends on is now vulnerable. I am low on cash, and I need to be seeking jobs. So many things.
God is my doctor, not these people.
The Officer was good enough to allot me a cigarette before going in, but in saying that, it is actually a health requirement. I require that to maintain alertness, stability, sharpness of mind. It doesn't matter what anyone else *thinks*, that is reality. Naturally I am going to comply, however I am hand-cuffed which in my case is ridiculous. I wouldn't get ten feet from slowest RCMP Member if tried to run. Secondly, I am not that stupid.
Here's the kicker. I phoned 911 in order to get people out of my home who cause me great psychiatric damage. These are people who have abused me into points of near death in their unjust aim to take my life, which so many people in government positions have assisted them in doing. It is almost like everyone is evil. Anyways, by this point at the hospital everything is called in and there are no course changes. Just go with it under moderate protest.
At the ambulatory entrance we take COVID-19 precautions. I want to resist as I do not believe in wearing muzzles. However, it is a hospital so why protest what I formerly ascribed to myself as religious beliefs? Why make things more complicated? But I should. I should demand my Rights. I brought up the Constitution briefly and asked the Member if I could run my audio recorder as it is part of my Religious Conviction and Mental Health requirements.
I was immediately told that the publicly funded hospital was private property. That I could ask, but they would likely say no due to patient confidentiality. It's not just the patients I am thinking, it's the whole cover your ass thing for the staff. Everyone's game, no matter who they are, is plausible deniability. So right off the bat, I am being forced into "MEDICAL CARE" that actually harms my health. I get no personal record of my own health interactions.
In the admission area, I know I am going to be locked in regardless of the Officers claim that that might not happen. I have been going through this for longer than he's been an Officer. I am hand-cuffed and brought in by the Police. It will just be automatic. Professional Courtesy. Mutual Liability. Perhaps even pre-orchestrated remotely. I know it's going to happen, I have seen too many doctors just shrug their shoulders: "yah, whatever lock him up".
You can mention the Constitution, The Charter of Rights and Freedoms, The Bill of Rights (Men are to be Free). They are in control. They control all the information. You are not permitted to record as the RCMP is forcing you onto "Private Property" and it's all about "Patient's Rights" to privacy. Which is really just a bunch of bullshit. I am not interested in recording anyone other than interactions with myself; my own affairs.
The girls in the administration centre want to fill in their forms regarding my family doctor. Simple: G-O-D. I had to repeat that a few times. God. God is my Doctor. Please enter that right into the "System". I was told they will not put that in there. Which only frustrated me. God is my Doctor. Please enter that into your System. Suddenly I am being told to be nice to the girls and stop being rude or something to that effect, or else.
Personally, I wasn't being rude. I was just making a point of it. I think it is rude that they do not recognise God as my Doctor. What is the problem? God is my Doctor. These people do not over-rule God.
Next of Kin. That had to be addressed again. Who do I put down as Next of Kin? An elderly person that is coerced and manipulated by other people against my best interests and health, or my best, longest term friend, who himself is a bit naive and doltish about some things? Just leave it as is. My life has been forced into dependency on someone. I may as well just leave it as is.
Take him off to Section 5. I believe it was Section 5. Once you are in there you are behind locked doors. The Officer still thinks 'depending' on what I say, I might be released. I think differently. Experience tells me otherwise. It almost does not even matter what you say. You are getting locked up and you are spending the night if not more. This is always very damaging. Just freeze your life and Serve their needs involuntarily. If your ship sails, tough luck.
Now this is especially where the System goes wrong. I cannot smoke. If I mention that, I get told that they will give 'nicotine' substitutes which simply do not work. Right off the bat, my Mental Health is taking a hit from people who tell me that they helping me. It's like an oxymoron. Mention this to the young Officer and all I am told is of course is that I cannot smoke; it's a hospital. My mind drifts to World War One. There would be smoking. Even right into the 1980's.
So now I am waiting and waiting. Staff need to become free. Staff need to review files. The Officer is still insisting that I might be released 'depending' upon what I say. Which is another oxymoron. These issues are long and deep. Furthermore, I am do better communicating through text, rather than verbal dialogue. I am certain that I am not coming out. I am going to be spending the night, but I attempt to embrace optimism through the Officer's claims.
He momentarily is pulled out of my earshot to discuss with Staff. You know right there that information is being withheld and you can only assume where that information is coming from and what is being said. Either immediately before that, or immediately after, I am spoken to by staff. They want to know if I have any food allergies and yada yada. Great, they are determining my diet for dietitian. I am to be incarcerated.
We have to wait and wait some more. The Officer is waiting with me in case I am not incarcerated. In that case he will drive me back to my truck. That is, if I do not make too many demands, like insisting that God is my Doctor, and not these people. Not these people assuming ultimate authority over my medical needs. So much damage is caused when that happens. When someone else determines what is important to your life FOR YOU.
Interesting to me is the number of black-black people in the healthcare system. More than any other time. I note this only because I am wrestling with race, how it applies to me personally, how it has applied in the past interactions, and then of course society wide. Locally, Provincially, Nationally, Globally, race is something that I have mixed views on and no side is necessarily right. It is a Political Mainstream topic, whether it is above or below the table.
One of the female nurses, and one of the male nurses or assistants of some sort, is black. I am tired, run down, and I am trying to recall if the black male nurse is Doctor Odun (spelling?). I try to ask him, but no one else really knows why and I am trying not to cause a disturbance, or problem of any sort. Turns out that he was just a nurse, or something rather. He actually did really well throughout the night and next day.
In small chat with the Officer while we wait, I learn that I have 80 files with the RCMP since 2018. That's interesting as I wanted that number to cross reference with the information I was given by the PMPD that is listed on this web site. I suppose perhaps that RCMP interactions and their consequential files do not necessarily equate to CPIC hits. Or perhaps they do. I am likely just wasting my time if I was to assume anything at this point.
I watch the nurse take the evidence bag of my possessions from the RCMP Member. That's interesting. If I am going to be released dependent upon what I say, why is the hospital staff taking my possessions? Possessions which include an audio recorder and recently recorded audio? I can see her filing my stuff into cubby holes where they keep patient possessions. Sure enough I am being incarcerated which just adds stress (damages).
As I am waiting and degrading from getting tired and not being able to smoke, the RCMP Member continues reading his files. He asks me questions here and there, which just makes me think of the failure in regards to these "Systems". I was aware of it in February of 2016 upon my first visit. Files. Things get said, perceived, and written wrong either out of natural human error, or intentional steerage and it just poisons everything down the line.
I might be wrong, but perhaps the doctor I am waiting to see is himself reading files, reading my website, or watching the interview on camera with the nurse who I had just spoken to. Perhaps he is on the phone or exchanging information with other staff regarding my person and what to do with me. Either way, it is taxing. Other patients are wailing in the background. They want a lawyer. They want this and that. Moaning and groaning.
Just checking my AUDIO RECORDER and it appears that either the RCMP or the RCH *deleted* the files.
YOU PEOPLE ARE CRIMINALS
This is not COMMUNISM huh? I don't think you are aware of what Communism is 2.5 year "Officer".
I had to leave at this point of writing. I hope to pick up at some point where I left off. I would prefer to find that this was my mistake and apologise for it, but so far I cannot truly ascertain anything. I can only assume.
To be continued... as I relax here tonight.