24/11/13 16:47 [Sunday]
I’m at a bit of a loose end so I thought I might take the opportunity to set down a few facts about my mundane life of late, and especially how we are getting on with selling the bungalow.
We had several viewings scheduled in October. According to my diary - filling in the details from memory - Mr and Mrs B were supposed to come on Sunday 13th but cancelled. Then later (possibly on the Monday) they re-made the appointment and came in the event on Tuesday 15th October. We were told (probably on the Wednesday) that they thought the bungalow too small for their needs.
Mr and Mrs C viewed at 6 pm on Thursday 17th October and I think this must have been their second viewing, because we accepted an offer from them put to us via the estate agent on Saturday 19th and my recollection is that they told us at the viewing that they would put in the offer - which we said at that time we would accept - and we thought we might hear from the estate agent on the Friday but were disappointed. But, as I say, that disappointment was reversed the following day Saturday.
We were therefore able to phone the estate agent in Bawtry (near Doncaster) and say that we could proceed with the offer accepted earlier in the year for the house in Harworth to be near Dawn’s relatives. I think it was after the weekend that we heard back that both parties to that sale - a separated or divorced couple - had been informed and had given the nod. However the lady moving from the property had still to find somewhere to buy.
She was looking over a period of perhaps three weeks and the estate agent kept in touch, saying several times that she had put in offers but they had not been accepted. Eventually she put in an offer which was accepted - quite quickly if you think about it, the time she took to find a place - and yesterday I heard that the chain was complete in that everybody - the people she was buying from, the people they were buying from, and so on (although it isn’t a very long chain in fact) - had found funding and provided the evidence necessary to the lending companies. The last I heard the Bawtry estate agent will any day now send out the memorandum confirming the acceptance of our offer and we shall be one more step along the road to Harworth (because up to now the house we are buying has not been listed as ‘Sold’). The expected timescale - which we have mentioned to Mr and Mrs C buying our bungalow - is for exchange of contracts just before Christmas and moving day just after Christmas.
Mr and Mrs C came last Saturday - a week ago yesterday - to do some measuring up and any day now we expect their mortgage valuation surveyor to make an appointment. We trust this will go without a hitch especially as seemingly only a small mortgage is required. We have heard from the Cs’ solicitor with minor queries and out of that we are having our central heating serviced this week, as when it was done (less than a year ago) no confirmatory paperwork was left with us.
On the evening of Wednesday 6th November Dawn and I retired to bed at a reasonable time - not perhaps as early as sometimes - but I was rather annoyed (let’s call it) not to get any proper sleep because Dawn was tossing and turning. Finally she woke me up fully around 1 am saying she had been sick eight or nine times and had terrible tummy pains. I suspected appendicitis and phoned 111 (the successor to NHS Direct), and I must say despite what I have read they were spot on with us that night. I imagine they thought it might be a heart attack, and they sent for an ambulance without much ado. First to arrive was a paramedic, who could see much better than I how much pain Dawn was in. He gave her morphine and sent for a transport ambulance, which arrived about 1.30 am. There was a lot of waiting before getting into the ambulance and actually in the ambulance, as Dawn was given more morphine and they have to give it slowly interspersed with intravenous water (saline solution, I suppose).
They did then convey us to hospital - Dawn’s daughter who is now living with us holding the fort at home (or in truth asleep with the dog in her room) - and we arrived about 2.30 am.
The upshot was that there was a strong supposition that it was gall-stones (either that or very bad indigestion, the doctor said) and for gall-stones thy don’t like to do emergency operations if they can be avoided. But we were to go urgently to the GP next day and arrange for a scan (an ultrasound scan, it is) so that’s what we did.
The GP said it might take up to six weeks before the scan but in fact it was last Wednesday (20th November) that I went with Dawn to the old Guest Hospital and she had the scan. The technician told her there and then that it was gall-stones (and the gall-bladder was inflamed) so this coming week we are going to the GP expecting him to arrange for an operation. We hope it will be before we move - otherwise Dawn might have to start on a fresh waiting list in Bassetlaw - and if we remind the GP that we are moving very soon they might bring the operation forward.
The other fact of life for me at present is Dawn’s daughter living with us (as I said) and her dog. The dog has developed a fondness for jumping and biting at Dawn if she hasn’t seen her for half an hour (or overnight, say) and Dawn finds this difficult. As a result of this I am not able to go out - Dawn is quite scared of the dog - unless my step-daughter is in (and out of bed and able to take charge of the dog).
So that covers the salient features of my practical life the past two months or so.
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Sunday, 24 November 2013
Saturday, 10 May 2008
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28/04/08 05:22 [Monday]
I am pondering the possibility that the people at Bassetlaw genuinely felt they were there to ‘look after me’. Psychiatrists have weird ways of thinking, but Dr G seemed friendly enough even though it did not in the least occur to him that there was anything wrong with holding me in hospital, beyond the time ordinarily a patient would be held as he agreed - not admitting in any sense - I was being held when I asked him just before my discharge - on leave - in November 2005. In preparation for the discharge I was evidently subject to hypnotising questioning and urging.
Dr G, it was evident, did not know (and would not believe) that I genuinely had been drugged surreptitiously in the summer of 2005 preceding my detention. One of the first times I was drugged that summer - for the purpose of hypnotising me, I think, rather than drugged with antischizophrenic drugs (certainly not for any purpose they are usually given) - was in July 2005 when the premiss of the hypnosis was to invite me to call for an ambulance and go to hospital. The ambulance staff I remember very keenly queried whether I myself genuinely wanted to be taken to hospital. I said I did, and Dawn and I were taken to the Queen Alexandra Hospital in Redditch where I was seen by a psychiatrists called Laki to whom I explained the reason I had come was to waste his time because I was resentful of the way psychiatrists had treated me in the past. We were released late at night and wandered for hours - or what seemed like hours - round the dual carriageways of the New Town of Redditch, I being under the influence of some confusional drugs possibly including antischizophrenic agents. The thing is it was not a hole-in-the-corner affair. The ambulance man knew I was a special case because of the way he carefully asked me if I myself wanted to go to hospital. The police also watched out - although not as much as in more recent times - when we were wandering about Redditch around 2 am.
The diary entry from Tuesday 8 November 2005 [omitted here but quoted in the original version of April 2008 now in colinbrough.co.uk] indicates to me that people speaking to me when I was in a trance-like condition were asking me for evidence I was mentally ill and almost explicitly saying that I could choose to be ‘looked after’ at Bassetlaw for the rest of my days if I agreed to be stilled - and silenced - with antischizophrenic drugs. These people must have been nothing to do with the ordinary arrangements at Bassetlaw, and must be the people my named nurse said had given directions I should be medicated even though he - the nurse - could see no need for the medication. More recently Nottinghamshire police have been implicated in what must surely be an improper scheme to try to keep me in Nottinghamshire under the influence - backed with the easy possibility of compulsory detention - of Bassetlaw Hospital. The whole affair is unbelievable. Dr G himself said unbelievable things were done, including the bugging of phones. The people perpetrating these unusual procedures - surely needing special legislative sanction - must have put forward some good reason, in other words hiding what by my guess was their real motivation, to protect Armond and his co-perpetrators from earlier years. The reason they put forward, I presume, was that they were investigating schizophrenia, this being my best guess from the outset why I had been abused as I had, a guess I had relayed to various people at various times including via my website. If this reason had been officially accepted - eg by Nottinghamshire police - as seemingly it was, all sorts of interferences could be perpetrated for example with my attempts to communicate (a letter I wrote to Microsoft in the States was not delivered in September 2005, and my guess must be that it was stopped this side of the Atlantic). Lately it seems a fair assessment has been undertaken whether in fact I am lunatic, taking account of my allegation - which turns out to be true - that given antischizophrenic drugs plus hypnotic suggestion (potentiated with an opium-like drug) I do present symptoms as if of schizophrenia.
This must be it surely: official bodies like the police (certainly Nottinghamshire police) and most psychiatrists (like Dr G) have been told what can only be regarded as a complete falsehood by people who understand it is a falsehood, that is the official people have been told that I am genuinely schizophrenic and am ‘under investigation’ and to the degree my lunacy allows I am co-operating in the investigation. If I am allowed off medication - and into freedom - it is alleged I may become violent, abusive to Dawn, a danger to children and incompetent to look after myself to boot. The people making these allegations surely have the mens rea: they know that it is basically a load of tosh.
Hence my conclusion (close to certainty) is that what has been going on recently is indeed an investigation - not by a Board of Enquiry as such, but more a criminal investigation - including such questions as what I can be persuaded to do given various combinations of drugs and hypnosis, and latterly what I think of giving medication to Dawn for her supposed mental condition. Dawn is not lunatic, not in the way Caroline was (and is, I suppose). Dawn is shy and retiring, and the psychiatric services have treated her - to the extent they have treated her at all - improperly. In fact she does not need medical treatment, she needs guidance - for example, had I not come along, guidance into a nunnery. Even her friend the former chaplain at Bassetlaw did not give correct guidance, and the reason for this is that no one (it seems) has a clue about the ‘schizo’ mind and to be honest, no one is very interested. Those employed in the psychiatric services are almost all fools evidently, or in the lower reaches simply there as an available employment now the mines have shut down. (However some of these latter, regarding the job as merely an employment, make the best carers: for example my named nurse mentioned above. If they are in it merely as employment they do not stress too much, and do not stress overly the vital necessity for patients to ‘get better’.)
I am pondering the possibility that the people at Bassetlaw genuinely felt they were there to ‘look after me’. Psychiatrists have weird ways of thinking, but Dr G seemed friendly enough even though it did not in the least occur to him that there was anything wrong with holding me in hospital, beyond the time ordinarily a patient would be held as he agreed - not admitting in any sense - I was being held when I asked him just before my discharge - on leave - in November 2005. In preparation for the discharge I was evidently subject to hypnotising questioning and urging.
Dr G, it was evident, did not know (and would not believe) that I genuinely had been drugged surreptitiously in the summer of 2005 preceding my detention. One of the first times I was drugged that summer - for the purpose of hypnotising me, I think, rather than drugged with antischizophrenic drugs (certainly not for any purpose they are usually given) - was in July 2005 when the premiss of the hypnosis was to invite me to call for an ambulance and go to hospital. The ambulance staff I remember very keenly queried whether I myself genuinely wanted to be taken to hospital. I said I did, and Dawn and I were taken to the Queen Alexandra Hospital in Redditch where I was seen by a psychiatrists called Laki to whom I explained the reason I had come was to waste his time because I was resentful of the way psychiatrists had treated me in the past. We were released late at night and wandered for hours - or what seemed like hours - round the dual carriageways of the New Town of Redditch, I being under the influence of some confusional drugs possibly including antischizophrenic agents. The thing is it was not a hole-in-the-corner affair. The ambulance man knew I was a special case because of the way he carefully asked me if I myself wanted to go to hospital. The police also watched out - although not as much as in more recent times - when we were wandering about Redditch around 2 am.
The diary entry from Tuesday 8 November 2005 [omitted here but quoted in the original version of April 2008 now in colinbrough.co.uk] indicates to me that people speaking to me when I was in a trance-like condition were asking me for evidence I was mentally ill and almost explicitly saying that I could choose to be ‘looked after’ at Bassetlaw for the rest of my days if I agreed to be stilled - and silenced - with antischizophrenic drugs. These people must have been nothing to do with the ordinary arrangements at Bassetlaw, and must be the people my named nurse said had given directions I should be medicated even though he - the nurse - could see no need for the medication. More recently Nottinghamshire police have been implicated in what must surely be an improper scheme to try to keep me in Nottinghamshire under the influence - backed with the easy possibility of compulsory detention - of Bassetlaw Hospital. The whole affair is unbelievable. Dr G himself said unbelievable things were done, including the bugging of phones. The people perpetrating these unusual procedures - surely needing special legislative sanction - must have put forward some good reason, in other words hiding what by my guess was their real motivation, to protect Armond and his co-perpetrators from earlier years. The reason they put forward, I presume, was that they were investigating schizophrenia, this being my best guess from the outset why I had been abused as I had, a guess I had relayed to various people at various times including via my website. If this reason had been officially accepted - eg by Nottinghamshire police - as seemingly it was, all sorts of interferences could be perpetrated for example with my attempts to communicate (a letter I wrote to Microsoft in the States was not delivered in September 2005, and my guess must be that it was stopped this side of the Atlantic). Lately it seems a fair assessment has been undertaken whether in fact I am lunatic, taking account of my allegation - which turns out to be true - that given antischizophrenic drugs plus hypnotic suggestion (potentiated with an opium-like drug) I do present symptoms as if of schizophrenia.
This must be it surely: official bodies like the police (certainly Nottinghamshire police) and most psychiatrists (like Dr G) have been told what can only be regarded as a complete falsehood by people who understand it is a falsehood, that is the official people have been told that I am genuinely schizophrenic and am ‘under investigation’ and to the degree my lunacy allows I am co-operating in the investigation. If I am allowed off medication - and into freedom - it is alleged I may become violent, abusive to Dawn, a danger to children and incompetent to look after myself to boot. The people making these allegations surely have the mens rea: they know that it is basically a load of tosh.
Hence my conclusion (close to certainty) is that what has been going on recently is indeed an investigation - not by a Board of Enquiry as such, but more a criminal investigation - including such questions as what I can be persuaded to do given various combinations of drugs and hypnosis, and latterly what I think of giving medication to Dawn for her supposed mental condition. Dawn is not lunatic, not in the way Caroline was (and is, I suppose). Dawn is shy and retiring, and the psychiatric services have treated her - to the extent they have treated her at all - improperly. In fact she does not need medical treatment, she needs guidance - for example, had I not come along, guidance into a nunnery. Even her friend the former chaplain at Bassetlaw did not give correct guidance, and the reason for this is that no one (it seems) has a clue about the ‘schizo’ mind and to be honest, no one is very interested. Those employed in the psychiatric services are almost all fools evidently, or in the lower reaches simply there as an available employment now the mines have shut down. (However some of these latter, regarding the job as merely an employment, make the best carers: for example my named nurse mentioned above. If they are in it merely as employment they do not stress too much, and do not stress overly the vital necessity for patients to ‘get better’.)
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