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The Ghost of November 6 2020

 

November 26 2020, see November 25 2020

 See November 25 2020

November 26 2020 @ 6:18 am

I am sleeping excessively.  I wonder if that is part of PTSD.  Trying to sleep the disappointment away.  Like yesterday and the day before and the day before I awoke soaking wet with a feeling of dread about me.  They did it to my husband, they said he was incompetent when he wasn't so they controlled who he could see. Once you are deemed incompetent, any enduring of power is invalidated and the person becomes a ward of the state. So if you have an enduring power of attorney it means nothing. There is case law on this. When VCHA assessed him for competency, he would not talk to them, so he was deemed incapable.  And who did the assessment a speech therapist and a social worker.  Of course I did not know about this until after Randy died.  Randy was stubborn and if he did not like you he would not talk to you.  Of course they would chose minions as a real doctor would not put his name on such an abuse of freedom.  

25 Novewmbe 2020

 I feel asleep around 5:00 pm and just woke up soaking wet and thinking of the litigation, it should never have happened.  I was treated badly by GPC and I asked that an independent investigation be done.  Although the investigation was ordered by the chairman of the board I was told by Linda Rose that it would never happen, not over her dead body, and she reiterated Tanu saying that it would never happen not even on Randy's death bed.  

The worst instigator at the application was Morris who worked for the union of Canadian doctors who were suppose to make sure that their members acted fairly.  In fact that isn't want happens, the union does everything to continue the hateful barbaric practices of VCHA forcing their members to not tell the truth.  They do not lie they just say nothing.  I was told by Dr. Dunne that if it was up to him none of this would have happened.  However, later on he said I was a borderline crazy person.

I remember Joel Morris giving a talk to other lawyers on how to decimate witnesses.  All witnesses are to be treated as though they were liars deserving to be humiliated and found out.  Canadian law is not a US reality show designed for viewer ratings. He unfortunately is looked up to by newer lawyers as the way to achieve an unjust result.  All the defendant litigators did not attempt to negotiate with me, their job was to demoralize me and then go to Whistler on a retreat and rejoice in their conquest.  

What started the litigation was me wanting to see my husband who was dying on his death bed and the CEO of VCHA refused to let me see him not even for a two minutes a day to assure my husband that I had not abandoned him.  It was the CEO not someone from Risk Management who ordered this. It was cruel and unnecessary. This behavior forced my husband to want to die thus hastening his death.

November 26 2020 @ 6:18 am

I am sleeping excessively.  I wonder if that is part of PTSD.  Trying to sleep the disappointment away.  Like yesterday and the day before and the day before I awoke soaking wet with a feeling of dread about me.  I received an email from a lawyer yesterday and he ends it BE SAFE.  Be safe from what I replied. He never answered.  Is it code that VCHA is going to come and take me away.  They did it to my husband, they said he was incompetent when he wasn't so they controlled who he could see. Once you are deemed incompetent, any enduring of power is invalidated and the person becomes a ward of the state. So if you have an enduring power of attorney it means nothing. There is case law on this. When VCHA assessed him for competency, he would not talk to them, so he was deemed incapable.  And who did the assessment a speech therapist and a social worker.  Of course I did not know about this until after Randy died.  Randy was stubborn and if he did not like you he would not talk to you.  Of course they would chose minions as a real doctor would not put his name on such a abuse of freedom.

I still am tired and I need more sleep.

 

  

Marathon of Sleep November 24 2020 @ 3:07 am

In my marathon of sleep I woke up with my teeth hurting, soaking wet, but with a clear head questioning why did Vancouver Coastal Health not accept my diagnosis of PTSD.  I was not capable of doing the complex litigation because I was unwell but they refused the diagnosis of my doctors rather leaving it to the court who is not a physician.  I asked VCHA that I be assessed by one of their doctors but they refused.  The litigation was not about a white collar crime, it was about the tortuous ways the health authorities psychologically treat patients and family members. And the last phase was during the pandemic which deeply distracted me as I am in the high risk group.  It wasn't the courts who treated me badly it was VCHA.  The courts just did what they were obliged to do. It was VCHA who told their lawyers to bring on the application.The court does not bring on an application unless a party asks for it.  I thought that went out with the Nuremberg trials: the lawyers were just following the orders of VCHA. Each party to the litigation networked dictated by VCHA to discredit and demoralize me.  For the "fatherland." The VCHA used me to send a message that no one is allowed to complaint about treatment given to patients within their hospitals: a reverse SLAPP suit. 

 

November 23 2020

 November 23 2020 at 1:42 am.  My vision of what happened woke me as it someone was violently shaking me to wake.  I am soaking we wet and shaking.  Wanting to sleep is forcing me to go to sleep again. I have no rage, just regret.

The Past Twelve Hours

My body has been forcing me to sleep as I was so exhausted I could not stay awake.  During these past hours I awoke three times and each time I was in terror and shaking and crying..  I still cannot believe what happened this Friday past, a week ago, I never thought that what happened would happen.  My  PTSD will never leave me... I was constantly being beat up over and over and over again.  I reached out and there was no one to help me.  

 

It is now November 21 2020 at 11:20 am.  Another short period of sleep, another awaking to construction noise with my mind racing to the negative experiences of the litigation.  We live in barbaric times.

 

November 21 2020 at 4:39 pm.  I woke up again, after another short period of sleep.  This time I was nauseated and had a slight chest pain I could not move. The nauseating is very distracting.  I feel so alone and I do not want to communciate with anyone. 

 

November 22 2020 @ 3:22 am woke up feeling exhausted but with no thoughts.  Still fatigued and need to sleep again.

 

November 22 3020 @3:34 pm.  Was awake a bit earlier, made a cup of tea, and before I could drink it all, feel asleep again.  I am not thinking about anything.  Want to sleep again.

 

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From AP Nov 18 2020

And to think I am 75 years old.

 see below

When COVID-19 tore through Donald Wallace’s nursing home, he was one of the lucky few to avoid infection.

He died a horrible death anyway.

Hale and happy before the pandemic, the 75-year-old retired Alabama truck driver became so malnourished and dehydrated that he dropped to 98 pounds and looked to his son like he’d been in a concentration camp. Septic shock suggested an untreated urinary infection, E. coli in his body from his own feces hinted at poor hygiene, and aspiration pneumonia indicated Wallace, who needed help with meals, had likely choked on his food.

“He couldn’t even hold his head up straight because he had gotten so weak,” said his son, Kevin Amerson. “They stopped taking care of him. They abandoned him.”