Evidence for court case.

March 23, 2021

7:30 Tuesday

New Plan, do not speak today until they give you your phone. Use your protest signs. I don’t care that Dr. C wants to talk to me first, she can’t be in on this transaction. Forget her part in this. She is nothing to me but a mean stranger who steals things from helpless patients, dressed in prison garb. No shoes. In a position of inferiority to her. And everyone in society except homeless people. Treat me better and I may talk today. Otherwise, no.

I am a bit nervous about making my demands but I have to do it. For the book. For future patients who are mistreated. It is my job right now.

March 24

6:50 am Wednesday

Went to ask for phone, they said wait til shift change at 7:00. I said I’m not speaking until I get it and she snarkily said, “Perfect”. I think it was nurse J, the fatter one of the two. Now I have to wait and wait. They dawdle over shift change, for up to an hour.

10:30

Had the meeting by phone in a day room. Only me and the doctor were there plus a social worker. Ian and Meghan were on the phone. Dr. C wanted to come to a compromise after I told her I needed the phone for my book. I said No, I wasn’t going to compromise. She used tricks on me like threatening injections. She’s a one trick pony. I rejected all.

10:36

A nurse is bringing food and drink. I feel like I’m sick in bed but without the sickness. I’m cheating. Here she is with a few things, cheese sandwich, two cookies and cranberry juice!

10:55

Ate it mostly up. Saved the cookies.

March 23

5:00

Dinner was all carbs, useless. I need food. Wait til 8 for sandwiches. I give up on Ian getting me that chocolate bar.

Picked up about 10 friends of mine on Facebook, over 500 now. All will love my stories. If they’d only click on them.

I birthed my stories in Hospital

I just realized that there will be a record of everyone who liked or loved my story on Facebook. I can show a potential publisher the figures on how many liked it – So much night left! Better go back to bed.

March 24

2:45 am

Up again, it seems like I’ve slept enough! Went to the bathroom, looked for Ian when I came back to bed. So quiet except for doors slamming down the hall. I’ve got water to drink. Luckily, because it’s dry in here.

I remember the last time I was in a single room, I fell in the bathroom and hit my head on the wall near the toilet. I was 40 pounds fatter then and just slipped off the slippery toilet seat. It was so embarrassing that I only told my immediate family about it. I was trying to put on an adult diaper at the time due to the fact that I had a slight problem in that area. It was hard to ask the male nurses for an ADULT DIAPER, LARGE! Some jeering was heard as I walked away. Even mimicking of my request. I thought of suing then but was too humiliated.

The men ARE GENERALLY KINDER THAN THE WOMEN NURSES for some reason. The women are primly following doctor’s orders all the time and are always making you wait and wait and wait for things. They waste your time because it’s so infinite. It must be boring working here. They laugh a lot over God knows what.

3:00

a nurse just knocked on my door just now to ask if I was okay, saw the light was on and asked if I wanted a drink. I said no thanks, I have water. I do, too.

PAGE SIX

I wasn’t going to mention the toilet story but I really hit my head hard on the wall. I worried about concussion but I just went out to the dining room to eat dinner afterwards. Acted normal, devil may CARE. Everything is cool… to be frank I had a boil on the upper leg, right side, just at the junction of leg and bum. I was pretty run down in those days, for one thing I’d only eaten quesadillas for the previous year for dinner and my intake of fruit and vegetables was pathetic. I need high doses of Vitamin C and obv. wasn’t getting it.

HERE I LEAVE OUT PAGES OF PERSONAL HISTORY. NOT RELEVANT.

5:30am.

It’ll be fun to see all this made into a book. I might leave out the boil part, that is unflattering to me. It completely healed and the depression in my skin grew up to the surface. It was the main reason b o was whisked away by Ambulance from the Victoria General to the Royal Jubilee in Feb of 2019. The nurse said I needed to see my Cancer doctor there, and I tried to tell her that I don’t have Cancer and then they gave me a tranquilizer for the trip after much battling. They just wanted to throw me in the looney bin because I got upset about them trying to lance my boil! No pain for me! I never did let them cut my skin, just bandage it. It was hard to sit on it and I needed diapers as a bandage. I took extra Vitamin C with Ian’s help, bringing it in to me in contraband ways, mixed into juice.

We have to hide it from the hospital as they don’t understand the importance of it. My brother Paul once had scurvy and I think my Auntie Joan, the nurse, died of it. Our family has a high need for it. I put honey on the area, and M thought that was a bad idea. Being Egyptian he should know the wonders of honey as a healing agent. It was found in the tombs, still USABLE! Wow that was quite a digression. Almost six o’clock now. I may lie down again.

March 25

6:50am

Just thought I can use Jim as a lawyer! Get in touch with him!

7:05 Asked for my phone, blonde woman says I have to wait til after their meeting.

7:30

I asked the nurse if she could get my phone and she said she couldn’t leave the counter. I would have to wait 10 more minutes. Til their meeting was over. I was reading The Plague and I by Betty MacDonald which seemed very appropriate. I had ordered it from ABE Books a few weeks ago as I had never read it.

7:50

JUST CONTACTED JIM THE LAWYER ON FACEBOOK AND GOT MY PHONE. JUST HAD MY VITALS DONE.

9:30

JUST TALKED TO DR. K in a small room. She threatened blood tests and said I won’t leave the hospital without them. I said we’ll see. A draw. Asked if I wanted clothes, I said I could do with pajamas a bit longer.

11:00

Meghan is against me suing. So far only me and Liz are for it. Even Jim seems doubtful. I’m like Nelson Mandela in jail now which is encouraging news.

4:50

Just had a shower and asked for panty liners to keep fresh. Waited to ask a woman for them. Talked to Sienna and Mark on the phone. Directed her to where I have my stories posted on Facebook. She just friended me. Posted a picture of my parents living room as my profile picture.

Dr. K

11:30

She called my number before our meeting and asked for Ian. I said this was MY number. I wonder what she was going to as him? Later, in the meeting she asked how we were getting along. I said he had brought me books and chocolate and that I called him “my hero”. She and the

assistant looked at each other and possibly one of them smiled. I asked if she was planning to invite him to the meeting and she disdainfully said, “NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO VISIT”.

MARCH 2Z6

4:10

Well Ian and Meghan can be satisfied with THEMSELVES, I woke up depressed. I’m about a 4/10 right now, with all the opposition coming from relatives to the point where I had to erase our chat histories on text message. Last night I asked the nurse for ginger ale and she said it was reserved for people with upset stomachs but she’d give me half a cup one last time. Sheesh, that was one of the good things about this place!  I could just lie about my stomach but I’m in perfect health.

And my weight is going up from the constant sandwiches. Like last night the only thing going was cheese with white bread or chicken mush with brown bread. I hope I can feel happy again, it was so nice.

Dr. C lets Ian have the final say on my stay in hospital but he is a dominating husband. Everything is up to him – he buys an electric car and hot tub with our money left over from the house sale and it came to about $30,000. and then he carps about me buying linens and household items. Every day a new argument.

The screaming argument that preceded my commitment was about patio chairs. He wanted cheap mismatched ones and I wanted matching ones. He said “You always want your way.” And I said I’d buy them with my inheritance money. That was not even the end of it. He is a dominating male around the house, although he does share housework.

He always wants to save money these days.