Records Requested:

• Visit Summary
• Emergency Visit Information
• Diagnostic Reports
• All Audio / Video Files from Pysch Ward Interview Rooms

That's pretty straight forward right?

This post was back written here on September 7th, 2021.

So I have $56 and change. That's all the money in the World that I have this day. I have no work lined up as I have suffering the effects of being abused by this "policing, healthcare and judicial system" yet again. Instead of doing the things I need to do, I am wasting my precious time and energy on attempting to make my home a safe place. Which is something that the police, doctors and courts have failed to do for nearly fifteen years nearly killing me, and if nothing else completely destroying anything good in my life.

What do I do with $56.00? I do what I should do. It's either request these records and get that out of the way, before I end up in a situation where I regret not having done it. Just get it done as per my personal conviction that was forged in much harder times. Get the paper records from the people of paper. I have no smokes, no food, no gas, and now work yet someone dumped ever more bureaucracy on my person. Get the records. Deal with work, food, finances, phone bills and vehicle insurance after words.

Not feeling well at all, I leave the house and buy an excessively over-priced package of cigarettes so that I can manage to think straight. That is $17. The truck which drinks a lot of gas, needs gas. Put $10 in. Buy an over-priced energy bar so at least I am not "hangry" with hospital staff. That's $3. Get to the Hospital. Pay Parking. I turn to the woman plunking the meter for her own stall and tell her that I wish it was the 1960's. I am assuming that we wouldn't be paying for parking. She bursted out laughing, she wishes it was the 1960's too. She had no responsibilities and life was grande. Miserable at the situation, I pay the meter. Another $6.

Of my $56 and a world full of problems, $36. I have $20 left to my name and I have not done a single thing to better my over all position. You might question my sanity by wasting my resources doing this, but it is necessary for me to collect the evidence of a system that does not serve my needs. I didn't ask to be locked into the hospital. I asked for my abusive siblings (who make my very ill by attending my home that they do not live) to be removed from my presence as I am a victim of their severe mental, emotional, spiritual, financial and physical abuse. I didn't ask for this additional waste of bureaucracy to be dumped on my person it was forced. Now I have to collect the records and waste ever more time and resources so other people who do not help me can... it's endless.

Upon entering the busy main entrance of the hospital I am greeted by a person giving out masks. The insanity. I told her as I would tell anyone that it's against my religion, and it's against my health needs to wear a mask, but I will seeing that this is a hospital. I take a mask giving no other issue, thinking I don't want to breathe the air of all these closely packed people that I don't even really like looking at, let alone sharing my nation with them. Onto records, I am not in the best of moods. I am beginning to hate hospitals, medical staff and the insanity of these systems which clearly do not work according to my actual health needs. Take a number. Find the ticket machine. Sit down and wait.

To the pleasure of my eyes, I was served by a very attractive staff member who I could give no attitude to. She was just too pleasantly attractive from head to toe. My whole tone self corrected upon initial interaction. I state that I am here for hospital records and I am passed to another staff member who gives me a form to fill out as well as basic instructions. I have a headache and many looming problems, it's hard to be on the ball the way I like to be, but I fill out the form and do my best. Let's request the video feed. That has everything needed for my situation, health, convictions, 'religious' requirements, etc. That will actually work nice. It keeps everyone honest and if I only request the interview rooms, then no ones "privacy" is threatened as I was the only patient present. Perfect.

I turn in the form, I am worn down, I am tired and I have a lot on my plate. I do not wish to engage people. For me there is no point and it just more taxation. However the person I turned the form over to wants dialogue. My reluctance to verbally engage shows in my verbal tone. My voice sounds nothing like the happy go lucky I love to look at you complimenting tone that I had for the initial Fraserhealth worker at the Patient Registration kiosk. Bureaucracy makes me sick. Talking about such without record is even worse. I took a moment to point out that I prefer text/email as I do not want phone calls or verbal dialogue. I am not even happy about sharing my telephone number. It just seems the 'privacy' only runs in one direction.

To add some weight, or to open the door to more integrity, I thought I would bring up 'Doctor' Janel Casey, and 'Doctor' Ansun Koo. I want my records in full as a "medical requirement" and as a "religious conviction". I planned to follow up with an email to the same, but time, energy, impoverishment and overall would not allow. I just was unable to finish writing what I needed to. Of course, I was also distracted by what I can only logistically assume are police officers badgering me on my site. Why do I assume that? That will have to come in another letter, however just the fact that I was distracted at the point of openly writing 'Doctor' Janel Casey and 'Doctor' Ansun Koo is very telling perhaps. What motivation would someone have in distracting my efforts at that exact point in time? Even my neighbour said that it was distraction. They are trying to distract you.

Speaking of neighbours, everyone is waving to me and treating me with upstanding respect, so what was claimed was definitely not true. What was attempted, the intended effect (cause and effect) in itself is very telling. Unfortunately, I am just too worn down for my intuition to provide the answers that I might otherwise seek.

So this was my day recovering records that should not even have needed to be written, and furthermore, should have been much easier to recover. This system is far too inefficient for today's technology. Even the Port Moody Police are faster. There's a compliment that they don't get from me too often. The Port Moody Police are more efficient than Fraserhealth. So after squandering much desperately needed resources, over 50% of my net operating funds that I require to keep myself alive, I requested my records. From the hospital I headed home to sort out my work/financial problems. I need cash, and I need it right now. I need food, cigarettes, coffee, contact lenses, I need my phone bill paid, I need my truck insurance paid, I have a million things to replace and catch up on.

On the way home I was hungry. I thought I'd better take my $20 and buy some food so that I can at least think straight while phoning around and looking for a solution to my immediate impending problem. My problem of having no money, no food, no work, and no means to change that situation either. I pull into the Safeway parking lot and suddenly I realise that I do not have my wallet. I just want to have meltdown. The amount of problems that have dumped on my plate by a forced involuntary incarceration that did absolutely nothing to better my immediate situation has caused so many burdens that I have now lost my wallet. The last place I had had it was at the hospital when I turned over my BC Identification to prove who I was.

I was just floored at the amount of damage and risk this system forces me to engage myself in. I do not get help anywhere I turn. I only get more problems. The amount of thoughts running through my head. I am not sure that there is really a means to convey the additional strains and stresses. I had $20 and Identification. Now I have nothing and no ability to cash cheques or advertise for work. I may as well just kill myself because it is just too much. I have already been dealing with far too much for far too long, only to fall so drastically backwards by something so simple as losing my wallet due to the fact that I was requesting assistance to stop the continual damages being impaled into my person. It's only been over a decade, or more. Why help me now anyone?

Trying to think clearly, the only logical thing to do was to return to the hospital. The fuel light is on in the truck and I did not know if I would run out of gas trying to get there, or return home from such. There's goes my food I was left thinking. I am not going to eat, that's if I am lucky enough to even pull this off and my wallet with my $20 is still there. I drive all the way back to the hospital and of course I have no money to pay to park. The stress is just mounting. Especially I am scanning the ground retracing all of my steps back. Perhaps I dropped it and within the last thirty minutes no happened to notice a skinny old wallet just laying there. I finally get myself back to the patient registration and they are closed. Time to go home. It just gets worse and worse it felt like.

However, the door to the Staff Area was still open which gave me the chance to walk in and find someone. There was still Staff in the area and some nice woman attempted to assist me. She told me to go to Security and the Lost and Found as no one there was aware of a lost wallet. My mind was just full of thoughts. If this system worked, none of this would be required and all of this wouldn't be happening. The nice lady proceeded to say too much, I forget what transpired but I think she kept talking unnecessarily and that just caused me to pop. Less is more. With dialogue, less is more. I popped and said something like thanks for nothing Fraserhealth, I may as well just kill myself as I am just tired of problem after problem after problem... with no end, as none of if should have came to be in the first place. There is not reason for me to have suffered all the damages that I have in the last six years.

I get to Security and there was no one there with any clue of a lost wallet. Off to the lost and found I go. I managed to find some humour in exhanging words with a nice Asian couple out of the elevator. I am not scared of COVID, but everyone else seems to buy into it. Down the elevator and off to the lost and found. I immediately ask the guy sitting there and it doesn't even register in my mind that he has a lost wallet in his possession while he asks what it looks like. I look at the old skinny worthless piece of fake leather, or whatever it is he has in his hands, and I am thinking is that mine? Does it look that bad? Is that poor? That skinny? That worthless? Yup, that's mine. That's my wallet I tell him. I tell him where the ID is. I can even see the $20 still there. I cannot even give the guy the cash as a thank you as it all the money I have and I need food/gas. I feel rude, but I haven't even paid to park.

Anyways on the drive back my mind was just full of thoughts. This system has done nothing for my "Mental Health". At every turn it has impaired and complicated such. In some ways it may have inadvertently helped. Maybe it's just too much to try and write here, but for someone getting abused in their own home by their siblings who do not live at the property while people coerce and manipulate an elderly citizen... I mean, it is just.. a complete failure. The police, the doctors, the courts, everything has been completely upside down. Where does that start and why? Was it "Doctor" Owen James and his fraud, or was it my brother in priming willing police in the wrong direction? What is it? Is it the rampant systematic misandry directed at males? Why is the system such a failure, and why do all of these people create issues out of things that are not issues?

I assume that the person I was talking to in regards to the form, I assume in my health and my perspective, that I have simply gave her my wallet along with the form without either of us thinking anything about it. I assume she turned it in to the lost and found. Otherwise, I left it where I was sitting and there is a nice person in the world. There is someone honest and decent who turned it in. Thank you whomever you were.