Doctors and the health situation
This page been heavily updated by other materials, currently in drop boxes of garbage v3 and also in the grab bag read those first.
Some of what was in this page was kind of an info dump also.
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Title: Doctors etc
// note: when I first wrote this page, a had been advised to avoid the label “cfs”?? So I just included some information, but not all.
My mother ruined my health at the age of 18, and other people kept it ruined. I kept on getting hit by “abrades”; both electronic and otherwise.
I have experienced a lot of “fae abrade” related hardship since I was 18, including a lot of “electronic abrade” related hardship.
Doctors and the “health situation”
It is another conversation with Ian, the guy from “how did I get this way part two”.
Me: I’m going to talks about doctors and the health situation. I was suffering from “my health is really bad and I don’t know why-itis”. That is the correct technical term. Or you could call it “abrade sickness”. I prefer the first term.
Ian: Well, I’ve got the tape recorder on, and I’m taking notes. Just speak plainly.
I didn’t know that electronic abrades existed. I didn’t know how it all existed. So I was just unwell and I didn’t know how? We’ve already talked about the stuff in “how I got this way part one”, so you know about some of that. So let’s just talk symptoms. treatments and doctors.
We will talk about how I felt, what I tried, medical professionals (doctors, physiotherapists, occupational therapists).
Ian: So what are you being hit with? Electronic or otherwise.
Sleep, they wake me up.
Sweat, they make me sweat profusely
Fatigue: make me tired, and hit me with waves of exhaustion
Tighten inner muscles, psoas, iliacus, which pulls on spine
Blank my mind
Noise, lots of it, to wake me up
Super hungry
Cold, heat
These all happened at various times
Yes, sometimes I’d get really cold and didn’t know why. Sometimes I’d over heat, and I didn’t know why. I’d just start sweating during the day. I’d wake up in the night drenched in sweat. I’d have two drenched shirts in the night. I’d wake up every 90 minutes. I was exhausted.
Sometimes, I’d get hit by waves of fatigue, and I didn’t know why. I had massive issues with digestion. Massive long term issues with digestion (Bristol stool chart level 1). I didn’t know why (and I couldn’t get good health or advice).
I had issues with things like push ups, jogging, walking hills, and I didn’t know why [add in story about walking the elevation near Hathaway avenue etc.]in hind sight it was that my inner muscles were tightened, and that this interfered with my spine and compressed my torso. But I didn’t understand it at the time.
{Ummmm. At certain points (ie towards 2011) my inner muscles were so bad that they prevented my being able to play video games, board games, card games. Affected my ability to even sit still the table.}
Sometimes, is just get woken up by noisey people.
My health was no good, and I didn’t know why.
I thought it was glandular fever. Or a virus that caused it. Maybe exams and Europe trip did it. Europe was awful, I didn’t know how why I was sick. But I never recovered.
Health: My father implied that it was Amanda. “Maybe you’re just allergic to Amanda. Amanda acted sympathetic re: health (was often the only one). My mother treated me like an idiot. My family acted as though my “health situation” was psychosomatic. It was implied that it was all in my head.
Ian: what next?
I’ll talk about specific doctors and visits for a bit.
I saw one in Kapiti (late 2006 while I was still in high school , pre Europe) Mazengarb road surgery Dr Paul Davis Iirc. I complained of “waves of inexplicable fatigue”. He was dismissive, treated me like an idiot. And told me that I just needed to go for a ride on my bike, and asked me to check my balls for lumps (as though I needed to worry about cancer). In hindsight the “waves of fatigue” were abrades, but I didn’t know it at the time.
I saw a doctor at the Victoria University clinic. It was 2007, and my first year at university. I told her about energy/fatigue, sleep and severe constipation. I also talked to her about my health being damaged by my overseas trip.
She was unable to help me. Not with energy, health, constipation. Bad advice: She told me that I wasn’t constipated!? At the time I had severe constipation (Bristol stool chart level 1, for ages and ages - describe later). She told me that it wasn’t constipation, because if sometime happens at all within 48-72 hours, she cannot classify it as constipation. Looking back, it was “electronic abrade sickness”. I straight up was getting electronic weapon assaults upon my bowels/body to give me hard dry stool. I can’t prove it. But I was. Living with severe digestive problems is awful.
She just had me do a bunch of blood tests.
*I had to force these “Bristol 1” out day after day. Or just relax and hang out on the toilet for ages. It was a constant struggle. And I was unable to solve it through fibre, water consumption, kiwi fruit, plums/prunes. Because it was (afaik) due to electronic “abrades”.
**Umm. I had bad digestion start back in 2006 (last year of high school) when I caught a tummy bug, father gave me a drug for it (Imodium) and then I experienced an “electronic abrade” that caused severe constipation. The electronic signals to my nervous system caused severe issues, and no bowel movement for ages, and ages. That was an early use of abrade tech to give me tummy issues. Note: I also experienced significant health and digestive issues back when I was 14ish and on my way home from Japan. Both digestion issues and mind radio wave stuff. Ie, they backed up my digestion and blasted my mind with meaningless radio chatter. I’ll explain better later.
Ian: so you couldn’t find help from your doctors?
Ian: What did you try?
Me: Well, I had energy problems, sleep problems, and digestion problems.
I didn’t know what to do, so I tried natural stuff. I tried hatha yoga, ashtanga yoga, and yoga and pranayama (breathing stuff) from a book. I tried books on posture, walking gait and stuff. I had lots of tests done. I tried vitamins, spirulina and whatever. Nothing made much of a difference. There were natural and alternative therapies. I tried sleep hygiene.
Ian: what else?
I had drugs pushed on me. Even though drugs didn’t make sense for my situation.
I had multiple doctors push Amitriptyline. They said it would help. The prescribed an almost “homeopathic” dose, just before bed. So as to improve sleep. (I reckon that they just wanted it on my medical record)..
It might have been about 2 mg. They had me break the pill into a fragment.
I ended up taking fluoxetine in first year university. Amanda seemed to think it was a good idea, “some people think that these drugs really help”. I took it for about 2 days, but it caused me to want to kill myself (near instant feelings of anger, rage and suicidality. I had a very strong irrational desire to hurl myself into traffic while walking along Salamanca Street in Kelburn [beside Victoria University]. While it was an interesting experience, I decided not to keep taking the drugs).
Me: Umm, I’m going to skip ahead a few years to about 2013. I’ll come back to Amanda Clarke, time wasting “specialists”, worthless physiotherapists, terrible digestion and what happened in 2022-2023.
Ian: okay, we can come back to the other stuff soon.
Me: it is was about 2012/2013. I had moved house (the move was awful). My body didn’t work properly at the time? The issues with my inner muscles (psoas, iliacus) are such that I can’t even lay down comfortably on my back. I just can’t even lay down!?!?! I end up with pain in my spine if I lay down on my back plainly and simply. I also cannot read lying down.
Ian: what do you mean by psoas and iliacus? Is it just those muscles? Or is there more going on?
Me: I think there are flow on effect? The inner muscles being tightened mean that my torso is compressed a bit (I think), and it pulls on my spine, sort of. But my arms and shoulders provide resistance. They hold me together. But also, the strength through my hips/pelvis isn’t quite there, because of the long term tightening of the psoas/iliacus? Does that make sense??
Ian: that doesn’t make sense to me..?? I can just tighten and relax those muscles, without problems??
David: it’s just kind of mind body stuff? I can’t explain it. But tightening those muscles causes flow on effects.
Ian: I know what you mean, mind body stuff. Like weird stuff!?
Me: nah, not really. It’s just with those inner muscles being overly taut, the region hips and pelvis “deactivate” a bit (think vaguely), and the spine up near the spot in between the shoulder blades gets tight and sore. Also, it affects your walking gait. And it means that when you lie down in bed, it pulls on your spine, and that also when you lay in your side to read, you just can’t maintain that anymore.
Ian: what do you mean by mind-body then?
Me: kind of like… [a difficult attempt to explain] distribution of tension throughout the whole of the person? And the usual patterns of movement, relative to the distribution of tension.
Ian: explain it to be like I’m an idiot.
Me: sorry, I’m no good with words. Those muscles are pulled taut, which kind of pulls me out of shape long term. Twists me out of shape? And affects my walking gait too.
I just can’t lay down normally in bed. And I can’t get comfortable, at all. There is no equilibrium position for me at all. So I don’t rest well. And I don’t know why, you see.
I have bad sleep. Chronic pain. Back issues. I’m really unwell. I have awful digestive problems. Really bad (will explain them later). I’m just taking otc painkillers (that do almost literally nothing) and trying to feel better.
I basically just can’t move properly, and I don’t know why.
Ian: then what?
Mum comes to visit, stays at my place. I didn’t want her there. Because I’m hardly functioning as it is. She deliberately gets on my nerves, I get no rest. It’s just a really weird dynamic. And honestly I was just too sick to have a visitor stay at my place.
Causes a worsening of symptoms. It’s just stressful. Sleep, chronic pain. Sleeplessness.
I get worse. Nothing is improving. Bullied/nagged pushed into going to doctor. I don’t want one, because doctors never help. And always make me worse. And physiotherapists are even worse. I pick one from family connections. Because can’t trust doctors. Really don’t trust medical professionals. I go to the doctor, Diane Carter (a friend of my father’s and mother, from their Karori Baptist Church days).
I complain of chronic pain and sleep issues. Especially back pain. I say I have physical issues, and that I think the issues are mostly to do with my back (in hindsight, it was due to electromagnetic remote control nerve splicing to control my core muscles [and maybe other muscles], making my back sore, impeding my breathing and otherwise constricting my torso).
She wants me to take nortryptaline. A Tricyclic anti depressant. I tell her that I am not depressed, and that besides that sort of medicine (anti depressant ms make me violently suicidal). I get told that I need to take it anyway. You have to take it, it will help sleep and pain.
Me: I have massive effects from these drugs. Suicidality!?
Her: you need it!
Me: I’m not depressed, these drugs make me want to kill myself?!
Her: you need to take it for 6 weeks, no matter what. That is how long it takes to kick in. And you can’t suddenly stop taking them (iirc). She insisted over and over again that I have to promise to take them for the full six weeks, at least. Even though I said that anti depressants cause me to have really bad reactions. She claims that it’s just for chronic pain, and that I don’t need to worry about the other uses. It is an “off label” use of the medicine.
Me: so I take a chance on her? Family friend, after all, nortriptalyne 150mg. It’s too much! And not the right drug!
I take it for weeks and weeks, and I keep on getting worse and worse.
I end up really bad. Everything crumbles. I’m not supposed to quit those drugs without asking my doctor.
I mean, I go nuts. It is really ugly. Really bad, really bad. Really bad. I did say that those drugs make me wasn’t to kill myself. Like really, really bad. Anti depressants are really bad for me. It’s awful. Really bad.
[Crisis, and many problems. I don’t want to explain it. It’s really sad].
I then end up at the doctors office. New doctor (Ruth brown iirc, medical records have since vanished). They tell me I have to take quetapel. It is the solution to just quitting the drugs without warning.
The doctor tells me: you can’t suddenly stop take as many as you want, there aren’t any side effects. It just makes you sleepy. As much Quetapine as you want. Ummm. That’s just not true.
Go home. Am blah. Do nothing for ages. Months.
They want me to go to the mental healths record people. Umm. I don’t want to be enmeshed with their system. I bail on that. I don’t want to see their therapists. It’s a trap and a scam.
Life is weird.
I can’t sleep well. Or rest on my back..??
You can’t lay down to rest properly if your torso is borked. You also can’t just move around normally. You just can’t do things properly. You can’t move!?
Get off of quetapel.
I never trust a doctor again. And can’t rely on them at all.
The potential side effects of Quetapine aren’t great.
I’m pretty permanently changed by my experiences. Not really, but sort of.
From then on, I’m afraid of mental health services. They tried to get me enmeshed with mental health. (A crisis or two)
// from then on, I’m always worried about being institutionalised, or otherwise enmeshed with the mental health services. The reason why is that I cannot explain why my health is so awful?? I really don’t want to be deprived of my freedom to control my life by mental health services. Never trusted a doctor since, they’re all suspect to me. They’re no good.
Note: [having tricyclics + quetapel on my medical records meant that my father was able to get the section 8b pulled on me. See “attack and arrest”. The nortryptaline is not on my medical records. Also, the quetapel has a funny note on the records. The more stuff you have on your records, the easier it is for mental health services to get enmeshed in your life] it Ami triptaline might have been prescribed to make it easier to use the mental health team on me, and to construct a scenario where I look insane on my medical records. There are some weird things on my records. Some discrepancies. Also, there are tons of mistakes and like, typos where they didn’t even tidy it up? I mean, incoherent sentences where they didn’t even try to make sense? Is this normal for medical records. And stuff went missing from records as well.
Other:
Dr Amanda Clarke:
One of the doctors I saw was Dr Amanda Clarke. I saw her at Kapiti youth support Tutaneka Street. Seeing her wasted a lot of my time. Through her I ended up seeing a few people: a guy in neurology at Wellington hospital, a guy in cardiology at Wellington hospital, outpatient clinic. And a sleep study at a private hospital to see what was wrong with me (it was “electronic abrade sickness”, but whatever) Bowen Hospital. And also a physiotherapist at TBI (the back institute). None of them were any good.
David Waite: Neurology dept, waste of time. Prescribed amitriptaline.
Peter Roberts: general outpatient, waste of time, and liar. My doctors stuff got tied back to him re: diagnosis of EDS (fake diagnosis)
Alistair Neill: sleep study, waste of time
Roberts, Waite and Amanda Clarke all push Amitriptyline (relevant, because I suspect the syndicate wanted to push the mental angle, for later section 8a, or possibly push a suicide attempt).
TBI (the back institute): they used mobilisation and manipulation. And prescribed exercises and stretches that made me worse. I’ll describe it in the next segment.
Physiotherapists:
Physio therapists just hurt me. Or are otherwise useless.
TBI
Nathan Scott
Raumati Beach Physio
Willis Street Physio
Victoria University Physio
Willis street physiotherapy harmed me. Raumati Beach Physiotherapy caused me pain, without any genuine benefit, Nathan Scott caused me pain/harm with a few tester exercises. But also had me buy orthotics and stupid shoes that made me worse. TBI gave me exercises that actively harmed me. The exercises and mobilisations really hurt me fairly badly. I tried many times to do them, but they made me worse. I tried so hard to do their exercises. They hurt my spine. Victoria University student physio didn’t do me any meaningful harm.
None of the physio therapists I saw were helpful. They also never told me the truth. That I was experiencing the electronic stuff to my inner muscles. They also didn’t work to build my legs (quads, glutes). Or perform other basic work for legs, hips, waist.
They all basically cause me pain/harm. Without any appreciable benefit. (Except vic uni guy no meaningful harm)
Digestion thing:
I’d had bad digestion for a long time.
Very bad. Ended up needing an X-ray. Genuine fear of perforated bowel. Doctors messed me around. My bowel issues were due to “abrade tech” by remote control. Remote control drained all the moisture out. Making me very very unwell.
Doctor gave me psyllium. Made me worse. And I couldn’t get good advice. Just more problems. Hard dry sheep’s pellets became immovable mass. Ended up using epsom salts.
You just can’t even think when digestion is that bad. Colon full of very hard dry stool up until ribs. And can feel it poking out into lower pelvis. I can feel the bump, and it hurts. // I am not explaining well //
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// this is just hints from the past
I suspect that My father has/had a long term plan, going back as far as 9 ish years old, to damage my digestive system. Constipated old octopus lady, crabby old orange lady, and “jokes” and comments going back to way back suggest this. But I cannot prove it.
Hi all. The quality of this is low. Because i am a bit unwell. But I hope that it is okay.
Treat it as background. The drugs thing is a big deal. And the digestion thing is massive (over time)
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Also, dad damaged digestion with stomach bug, Imodium and constipation/dry stool abrade when young. There was a thing when I was 17. It was awful. Didn’t understand at the time.
I caught a stomach bug from him. Everyone in the family caught it. He suggested I take an Imodium (when I took this, I could just eat anything, even kfc. It just doesn’t matter.). So I took it. I then didn’t have a bowel movement for ages. I assume it was a digestion/constipation “abrade” to cause hard, dry stool. Ages.
I was never quite right after that. It just made me unwell.
I was actually hit with, or caught a ton of stuff in 7th form.
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Also, digestion damaged back with Japan trip at 14, followed by period of auditory hallucinations in bed. I had a period of time at 14 where I think my family damaged me? I came back from Japan, was v sick. Digestion awful. Pale, weak.. and they played voices into my head, which I thought were hallucinations.
Voices at papas place, voices at Devon street
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// sorry can’t add much more at the moment
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// I only just shifted this post here from the garbage dump. It isn’t ready, but it is here
//first draft, very poorly worded because I’m unwell
// I don’t know where to put it?
I wanted to make peace
Back in Raine Street, there was a point in time where I had learned a bit more about “foundation” and how it worked. I understood the structure better. It is kind of distributed throughout the population. It is not a total top down billionaire + corporation + banking/finance system.
There are these “philosopher king”, “foundation”, “beagle”, “vrill”, “nail hammerers” distributed throughout the population, like a caste, or oligarchy, kind of like the alpha class in Brave New World, or the Inner Party in 1984.
I’ll call them “foundation” or “philosopher kings” gone wrong. Or “evil foundation” lol
I learned about them, and wanted to make peace. I though that it might be unethical to destabilise their system.
To make matters more complicated, foundation is trying to do a re-org of human civilisation to respond to issues like environmental degradation, long term resource scarcity, and over population (I.e. carrying capacity and other club of Rome stuff).
Given that these people are an integral part of human civilisation, is it an ethical and or moral act to attempt to destroy foundation? Ummm. Is it ethical to use “reverse social engineering” to destroy it? For example, a few court victories, a good story, published in the media, as a way to give me a platform to release my theories of reverse social engineering to the world (so that they can then use the theories to destroy it).I also think that it is too arrogant for me to assume that I can actually destroy it, even if I tried (the system that makes the caste/oligarchic thing work).
Is it ethical to do something that would cause massive instability at such a time as a re-org in the face of massive environmental issues… to destabilise an immoral system at the wrong time may in fact be an immoral act.
To join feels unethical to me, because they are cruel to other people? They bully, so badly.
But then I wanted to parley and negotiate?
But they wouldn’t let me.
That was just my first draft. It is too arrogant to delude myself into thinking that I pose a threat to the system, I know. But that is how I felt at the time.
I wanted to make peace
I wanted to make peace, and my heart and soul were not in a posture of war and conflict towards them, but they didn’t do a good job of providing me with pathways towards a peaceful existence.
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Other symptoms:
Way back in about 2009, a few examples
I tried eating massive quantities of kiwi fruit AND prunes to get things moving, but nothing worked.... that was how bad it was. Ummm. Electronic constipation is awful. See also the shower squatting struggle (available in imagination TV).
I even made kiwi fruit juice in the centrifugal juicer. Did not help. I literally drank giant glasses of kiwifruit juice, without effect..
Gave all of the other people in my flat tummy issues?
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First take on this issue:
// I think that it might be necessary for people to figure things out on paper to understand the full story.
Exercise allergy
Note to self: write about exercise intolerance, and/or exercise allergy. Careful about terms though. From 2006 onwards. I couldn’t exercise without it making me feel sick for days. This is just one of the symptoms I have had since the Europe trip in late 2006. I thought I had a mystery illness from then on.
Finish this later.
I just plain can’t exercise after 2007. I get massive “post exertional malaise”. Which means any exercise makes me feel very, very unwell for days afterwards. And a slow build up doesn’t help. There’s no way to build up fitness.
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Ability to work
The same sort of thing happened with work.
At age sixteen or seventeen, David was able to work a full day’s work, including physical work (e.g. seven hours cleaning), and feel fine afterwards (in the evening and the next day).
After his health was ruined in Europe, he wasn’t able to really works a full day without feeling sick anymore. I couldn’t even work a full day.
[He would experience something similar to what he experienced when he exercised. Bad symptoms for days.]
I tried working in my father’s shop, and was extremely exhausted. Or cleaning a house for a few hours and was extremely exhausted. It was awful. I wanted to work. I am not a lazy person, I didn’t like being unemployed.
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Awareness of Inner Muscles
I am not directly aware of my iliacus and psoas. I am only _indirectly_ aware of them (maybe by "inference", wrong word, but whatever).
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Mini Squats
I used to so 3 sets of 100 mini squats. At one point I was doing even up to 4 sets of 100 mini squats back at 17 Princeton Road, but I couldn't fix my problems (I did improve a fair at the time though). I was also doing hundreds daily at Raine Street. I knew that there was an issue with my iliopsoas, and thought that I could fix it by reprogramming the way the hips worked in squats. I was trying to "reprogram" my body. But I was getting blocked by remote control.
Ps: they are a special type of squats, which focus on the hip hinge.
Pls: I have to totally rewrite this section. It is awful. Just pure garbage. But it’s all I can do for now.
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Paul tried very hard to get me enmeshed with mental health services, to silence me.
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Dr Janet Turnbull
Dr Turnbull is a Geriatrician and Palliative Care Physician, who was made a Fellow of the Australasian College of Physicians in 1991.
Dr Turnbull was the Clinical leader of the ORA (Older Adult, Rehabilitation and Allied Health) service at Capital and Coast District Health Board (CCDHB) from 2011 to 2019. She has worked with CCDHB since 1992 and Mary Potter Hospice since 1997. She has worked within the the DHB to remodel the Geriatric Service in the areas of Community and Acute Geriatrics (the CAREFUL service), Geriatric Inpatient Care at Kenepuru Community Hospital, and has created specialist services in Movement Disorders. She has worked to help develop the Community Multi-disciplinary Motor Neurone Disease service for the Wellington, Porirua and Kapiti areas. She is a past member of the College Adult Education Committee, and has been an examiner for the college. Dr Turnbull has provided specialist education in palliative care in neurodegenerative disease, and provides support to the Mary Potter Hospice Community Service in this area.
She is a lesbian.
Raumati Beach surgery has an all women staff, so does the medical staff of KYS.
They tried very hard to get me mixed up with mental health services, to try to create a suicide attempt and/or make me seem insane for ease of control.
Furthermore, they (my father) tried to have me sectioned (which can be used as a preliminary step to setting up a conservatorship, our New Zealand’s equivalent). And this happened AFTER he attacked me and I called the police. In fact, the day after he attacked me.
A section 8a is what they do if they want to have you institutionalised, or otherwise controlled. Conservatorships are usually in the hands of a doctor though, or winz, not a family member. Google it.
My medical records had notes from doctors like Dr Rebecca Lam, Dr Janet Turnbull (NZOM) and other in it, misleading people as to the nature and severity of my condition over the years. It also had multiple incidents involving psychiatric medications taken, which were pushed as though I had “mood disorders”, as opposed to was physically impaired, disabled, or crippled as a result of remote control nerve splicing technology that manipulated my body into attacking itself, and locking itself down.
The psychiatrists who showed up on the day thought I seemed okay, so the assessment went nowhere, but it did mean that I couldn’t pursue the assault case against my father further (he attacked me and tried to kick down the door), or push the envelope too much regarding parentage. Meaning I lost custody of my daughter.
They have done me a lot of harm, to my lower intestine, over the years.
I think that the correct term is fecal impaction? But anyway, my doctors deliberately mis advised me, and misled me. [Sometimes they would pretend that I wasn’t even technically suffering from “constipation”, and I didn’t even see a Bristol stool chart at any of these places. That is, they play silly little word games when it comes to definitions.] I ended up with damage to my intestines, and I have to be fussy about what I eat, up until this day.
The doctors were both men and women, I think that only one for digestive issues was a man. Indian women doctors at the university clinic were particularly unhelpful. I had Bristol stool chart level one for weeks on end, and they claimed it wasn’t constipation, because I was able to coax out a few pellets, or pass something out of my bowels. Even though my colon was full of hard dry stool.
When I was 22, I had a colon full of hard dry stool, like right up to my ribs height, and I could feel it. But they tried to pretend that I wasn’t technically “constipated”, and they wouldn’t give me any scans or anything. And I got a second opinion too.They just lie. And I get harmed. I’ll try to explain it better later. I actually ended up with long term harm from a lot of what they did to me. Don’t forget, the cause of the constipation was direct nerve splicing against my colon, to directly remove moisture from my colon. And I had had 4 years of harm to my digestion from their satellites, and four years of being lied to by doctors in many ways. Many different doctors too. I got many opinions.
TLDR; My doctors + satellites gave me fecal impaction, and I suffered long term harm because of this. I also got many "second opinions". I suffered for many years.
Janet Turnbull, palliative care specialist, geriatrician and NZ Order of Merit member was a major player in my life. She was brought in to provide legitimacy to what was done to me. She is a lesbian. She was the head of the ORA (older adults and rehabilitation group) an important medical agency in the Kapiti region, and subordinate to the government health board, ccdhb. The entirety of the staff of Raumati Beach surgery is/was female, and the entire medical staff at Kapiti Youth support (the free doctors clinic) is female. Janet Turnbull sent multiple physiotherapists and occupational therapists to me. All of them lied. And many lied in writing. They pretended that I was healthy-ish, and could function better than I actually could. They created a paper trail, to make it look like I was less sick than I was, to try to sanitise the situation. And Janet Turnbull specifically lied, by saying that I had a mood disorder and deconditioning. Which is a massive lie. And downplaying how sick I was. Furthermore, my other doctors mislabelled me as having EDS, without my consent. Even though EDS doesn’t exists. Also, Geraldine (support worker) was dishonest, and a bad person. My medical notes are on my other website.
One day I will write up the whole thing, but I can’t manage it at the moment.
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Doctor Janet Turnbull got involved in my life in around 2019, via her staff. Such as physio and occupational therapists. They pretended for several years that I just needed physio, support or something like that, and wasn’t that sick. And actually gave time wasting advice. They knew the whole time what was wrong with me, and could have rescued me straight away just by letting me know that I was crippled via satellites. They actually gave me fake advice, just so that I could have my medical records padded out with nonsense. The long term goal was to aid in a coverup and/or sanitise the situation.
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Update:
I used to struggle with my trousers and going to the bathroom, and it was hard. I couldn’t take my trousers off to use the toilet.. and I couldn’t easily put them on again afterwards to stand up. And so I would remove them in my room, and walk to bathroom naked. And then back again! It was awful. It wasn’t just “deconditioning” like they say!! 2016-2021
Siobhan and Brynn observed me doing this dozens of times through my own eyes. They knew how bad it was.
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