MEDICAL NEGLIGENCE
MEDICAL NEGLIGENCE
MEDICAL NEGLIGENCE
I can't catch my breath !
After 13 years of illness, disability, distension, severe food intolerance, drunkenness, medical investigations, major operations, an enlarged kidney and several oscopies my most recent diagnosis IS . . . . . . . . .
" Fat Hypochondriac with a Hernia, High Blood Pressure + a Trapped Nerve "
I give up !
Well at least until my body gives it up and I go in as an emergency -
preferably WITH BLOOD in the urine this time and a stone.
In the meantime it's ringing in my ears .....
" Fat Hypochondriac ..... "
" Fat Hypochondriac ..... "
" Fat Hypochondriac ..... "
" Fat Hypochondriac ..... ".
Saturday, 20 March 2010
Monday, 21 September 2009
Mum's mental
Today is my birthday and I am off to the PSYCHIATRIST !
This may not seem relative to the main subject of my Blog,
but it is.
Last year after my 9 year old son started talking ' Death talk ' and dreaming ' Death dreams ' I knew it was time to take him to the Doctors.
He had been displaying all manner of strange symptoms (from birth) and was being bullied at school to the point of self-harming and wanting to die.
I believed that his strangeness was attracting the bullying and after re-iterating my sons serious and diverse long ongoing symptoms in writing, we were sent to the Child Psychotherapist.
The outcome then, was that I needed Psychiatric help and my son did not display any of the concerns I mentioned in my letter to the Doctor AND the Psychotherapist.
That was last August (2008)
Since then I have had all hell on but do not have time to explain at this moment
(because of my appointment which I promised to keep - albeit under protest)
In the months which followed,
- Jamie was relentlessly bullied by teacher and pupils in front of witnesses.
- The Schools Multi-Agency team disliked my sense of urgency and method of written expression and all rooted for me to get Psychiatric help.
- The school was reluctant to take me seriously and were slow to act (negligent and prejudice in my view)
- After some serious incidences Jamie was far too scared to go to school and eventually refused, threatening to run away if I sent him.
- He was continually coming home from school and giving himself a ' Good Head Bashing '
- The Head thought a TRIP would do him good (urrrgghh - makes my blood boil)
- Social Services threatened me to " GET TO THE PSYCHIATRIST OR JAMIE GOES UNDER CHILD PROTECTION !"
- I was urged to lodge a complaint with the Board of Governors, OFSTED and DCSF which I will explain later
- After a continuity of symptomatic outbursts Jamie was finally diagnosed with
- ASPERGERS / AUTISM
- ADHD
- OCD
- GENETIC SELF-HARM
- ANXIETY
- DEPRESSION
My son DID have something wrong which was attracting the bullying and much much more.
The focus of attention was on ME and my unofficially supposed Psychosis when it should have been firmly fixed on my son.
My complaint was not upheld yet the bullying raging teacher left his post coincidentally early.
And I still have to go tho the Psychiatrist.
Social Services have now closed the case.
What hell this Medical District have put me through for the last 12 years with my own health issues and now my sons.
The case with my son is a chance to peel back one of the labels Bassetlaw Hospital have stuck on me.
Gotta go - catch you later !
Monday, 9 February 2009
Blunderland
I
am
one
of
these
Blunder Victims,
but after 11 years
am still waiting to
be treated surgically
(My story further down)
I started to report my symptoms to midwives
in 1997 as I felt as if my WOMB was falling out.
Apparently it wasn't but it certainly felt like it was.
I had also, for the very first time in my life, begun to experience terrible Food and Chemical Intolerance.
That was more than 11 years ago !
During my second, fourth and fifth pregnancies I suffered with terrible GROIN and PELVIC pain and became Disabled.
At the age of 39 I achieved great weight loss the fit and healthy way and was applauded by a nice female Doctor and sent for a Tummy Tuck.
After being okayed by a Psychiatrist for Plastic Surgery, the op was placed on hold while the physical problem was investigated.
Under the Crate Team I was IMMEDIATELY treated as a Hypochondriac, BEFORE any physical examination.
I wrote to Crate about the demoralizing consultation with his understudy, but Crate was far worse than my worst nightmare. He raised his voice and abruptly scolded me, accusing me of diagnosing myself with Cancer even though the word had NOT even crossed my mind.
I had NO idea that an intolerance to YEAST and SUGAR or any other foodstuffs or chemicals, had ANY RELATION to Cancer whatsoever.
That day he educated me.
I insisted that I had recently been A-Okayed by the Psychiatrist for a tummy tuck after drastic weight loss.
I was on no medication yet this team treated me with the most insulting and damaging indifference.
Severe FOOD INTOLERANCE, PAIN and eventually DISABILITY dictated my life and I was INFORMERLY diagnosed by a lovely lady GP as maybe having a STONE.
A Psychiatric Professional was sent to me to help with my Agoraphobia but was SO taken up with my PHYSICAL problem that he asked if we could put the Agoraphobia ' on hold ' while he tried to help me to get Bassetlaw to get to the bottom of my physical illness and disability.
YEARS later, after many Investigative ' OSCOPIES ', scans, tests and a Hysterectomy, Eventually I was FORMERLY diagnosed IN WRITING with a STONE IN THE LEFT URETA by a more competent Urologist than the previous one, but when the CT Scan failed to show it up, I was once again discarded and sent to The Psychiatrist.
Both HIM and several GP 's told me to deny my symptoms and refused to listen to me AT ALL.
I am no further down the line under the Blunderful team that I had the misfortune to come into contact with.
In effect I have been diagnosed with a GROWTH in my Left Ureta and as it has been ignored and rejected throughout the years, it has caused all manner of awful symptoms.
I suffer terrible FERMENTATION, although I don't drink alcohol AT ALL.
I am in constant pain.
I urinate ALL night long. It is relentless.
Drinking WATER actually DRIES my mouth out.
My fingers, toes and heels SPLIT OPEN when I eat and several parts of my body endure painful swelling.
I am unable to engage in all manner of activity because of an obstruction and a great mass of abdominal and pelvic swelling.
The damming diagnosis of the Psychiatrist caused a knock on effect and prompted my then GP to refuse to support my Disability Living Allowance Claim, of which I had been in receipt of for a number of years. As a result my Income dropped by £99 per week. The GP was unmoved.
Her exact words to me in response to BOTH my PHYSICAL complaint and my DLA support was...........
" WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ? "
" WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ? "
A few comments by one of my Psychiatric supporters:
- Trashed and thrown to one side as if you are not worth dealing with
- Severely patronized and treated as if you are not worth spending ANY money on
- Disliked because you are intelligent
- Persecuted because of an unfair label on your medical notes as a child
- You will certainly be WELL compensated when it all comes to light
Sunday, 9 November 2008
GIANT COCONUTS !
GIANT COCNUTS
As I read back on my Blog I feel that I have portrayed myself as somewhat of a moaner, but if you were in my shoes you may feel the same, or your morale may have hit rock bottom much sooner.
All I can see over the last 11 years in my life is Misdiagnosis upon Misdiagnosis.
It has RUINED our lives and overtaken us.
For 11 years I have been relaying my symptoms to several Doctors.
These symptoms are logical.
They are not invented.
I never heard of them before I was struck with them.
The first few Doctors I saw were competent, sympathetic women Doctors.
Then a string of steely faced, pre-judging male Doctors.
Then a few more ridiculously incoherent, incompetent female Doctors.
I have had several trips to the hospital.
In and out.
Backwards and forwards.
Toing and froing.
In-patient and Out-patient.
Been turned away,
Spurned away,
Skitted at,
Mocked,
Laughed at
Talked about nastily within ear-shot of my hospital bed.
They've been in my body,
out of my body,
around my body,
through my body,
under my body,
over my body,
and through it all,
they treated me like a
NOBODY !
then they got paid top dollar.
If you read down my Blog you should get the gist of my disabling and debilitating
ailment.
But today, Sunday 9th November, I am down with some kind of Flu bug.
It started DAYS ago, silently creeping up on me and then ZAP - it got me good and proper.
Apart from the usual stiff neck, aching limbs, weakness, sore throat etc, I have had more besides.
The feeling of my brain swelling up and pressing hard on my inner skull.
Petrifying.
When I eat Yeast or Sugar I experience the same thing,
not that the majority of Medics believe me.
Nevertheless, this is what has been happening to me during the last few days when my temperature has soared.
My husband and son have been ready to phone an ambulance because of the travail I have been in.
I have had such a high fever.
In conjunction with this tender brain feeling, I can't BARE any noise.
It seems to be TOUCHING that sensitive part of my head.
My neck is so stiff that I have had to lay down for hours on end without moving.
Also, my fingers have been NUMB.
Not cold numb.
The " NO FEELING what-so-ever " kind of NUMB.
Stiff neck,
swollen brain,
Numb fingers.
I HAD to think - MENINGITIS !
( but no rash )
I have been labelled a Martyr for not going to the Docs and getting some Anti-biotics but it's NOTHING to do with the stiff-upper-lip syndrome.
I have a terrible problem with Yeast and Sugar
(and everything else) but mostly these 2 and anything that either UPS the female hormone levels or unbalances the yeast level.....
which is exactly what anti-biotics DO.
They feed the lump which has been steadily growing for 11 years causing great weight-gain and deformity.
Most peoples bowels are LOOSENED by Antibiotics, but I am severely constipated by them.
EVERYTHING has been in REVERSE for the last 11 years but my complaint has fallen mostly on deaf ears.
Fruit and veg constipate.
Grains do the same.
Something swells and stretches as if it is about to rip right open when I eat anything offensive.
If you read down you will see that one Urologist treated me disdainfully but a second one, with a nicer manner, diagnosed my symptoms to be that of a Uretal Stone, ( a stone lodged in one of the Kidney Tubes that takes the Urine to the Bladder )
The first Urologist who I have moaned and moaned about in my Blog, diagnosed me as being
" CONSTIPATED "
and recorded in my notes that he
" SENT PATIENT HOME IN PAIN ".
This was years ago before this thing really took root.
It was STILL very disabling and I have mentioned it several times in my earlier Blogs.
Both of the Urologists nurses exclaimed how VERY SWOLLEN I was and made their moan to me about those above them.
They are in a bad catch 22 situation.
This Urologist who SENT ME HOME IN PAIN with suggested CONSTIPATION and showed a distinct lack of interest in me, ALSO operated on my husbands WEDDING TACKLE.
My husband had real fears and apprehensions about having a VASECTOMY but all the family said .....
" GO ON - HAVE IT DONE - IT'S A RELATIVELY SIMPLE PROCEDURE THESE DAYS. YOU'LL BE FINE "
We only said this because the statistics portrayed the more favourable of a VASECTOMY.
I had just had my 4th and 5th child at 39 and 40 so I done my bit.
Anyway - going back to the Urologist who has failed to be thorough with me.
This same man was ALSO responsible for my husbands VASECTOMY.
My husband came home in AGONY with MASSIVE COCONUTS where he should have had a much
SMALLER PACKAGE -
EVEN WITH THE POST-OP SWELLING.
He was REASSURED that
" ALL WAS WELL "
and
" You will feel some SLIGHT discomfort - but most men go back to work the same day "
NOT SO MY HUSBAND !
After persevering as long as he could in SHEER AGONY he went back to the hospital with his GIANT COCONUTS - bulging through his trousers and had to be RE-OPERATED ON as he had developed a
MASSIVE SCROTAL HAEMATOMA.
HALF A PINT of blood was drained from his SCROTUM.
Ahhhh - WHAT a relief for him.
My husband and myself overlooked this misdemeanor and didn't make any complaints to the Hospital Complaints Dept. or to any other Medical Body of the NHS.
We were naive and allowed ourselves to be demeaned because of Medical Hierarchy.
Should we have raised an issue with the PCT at that time ?
We just felt that - as the old adage goes
" They'll all stick together "
The man in the street is made to feel small by Medical Authority.
A few years ago I compiled my own in-depth report for the PCT.
I didn't receive a favourable response and to make matters worse,
I had just lost my sister and the new Doctor refused to support my continued Disability Living Allowance Claim, as the previous Doctor had and I lost £99 per week as well.
So all in all, other people have helped to make the last 11 years of my life the most difficult and miserable without a shadow of a doubt.
I'll have to collate some of the notes I prepared for the PCT from my paid Medical Records
and put them on my Blog.
It's all very, very distressing.
As I read back on my Blog I feel that I have portrayed myself as somewhat of a moaner, but if you were in my shoes you may feel the same, or your morale may have hit rock bottom much sooner.
All I can see over the last 11 years in my life is Misdiagnosis upon Misdiagnosis.
It has RUINED our lives and overtaken us.
For 11 years I have been relaying my symptoms to several Doctors.
These symptoms are logical.
They are not invented.
I never heard of them before I was struck with them.
The first few Doctors I saw were competent, sympathetic women Doctors.
Then a string of steely faced, pre-judging male Doctors.
Then a few more ridiculously incoherent, incompetent female Doctors.
I have had several trips to the hospital.
In and out.
Backwards and forwards.
Toing and froing.
In-patient and Out-patient.
Been turned away,
Spurned away,
Skitted at,
Mocked,
Laughed at
Talked about nastily within ear-shot of my hospital bed.
They've been in my body,
out of my body,
around my body,
through my body,
under my body,
over my body,
and through it all,
they treated me like a
NOBODY !
then they got paid top dollar.
If you read down my Blog you should get the gist of my disabling and debilitating
ailment.
But today, Sunday 9th November, I am down with some kind of Flu bug.
It started DAYS ago, silently creeping up on me and then ZAP - it got me good and proper.
Apart from the usual stiff neck, aching limbs, weakness, sore throat etc, I have had more besides.
The feeling of my brain swelling up and pressing hard on my inner skull.
Petrifying.
When I eat Yeast or Sugar I experience the same thing,
not that the majority of Medics believe me.
Nevertheless, this is what has been happening to me during the last few days when my temperature has soared.
My husband and son have been ready to phone an ambulance because of the travail I have been in.
I have had such a high fever.
In conjunction with this tender brain feeling, I can't BARE any noise.
It seems to be TOUCHING that sensitive part of my head.
My neck is so stiff that I have had to lay down for hours on end without moving.
Also, my fingers have been NUMB.
Not cold numb.
The " NO FEELING what-so-ever " kind of NUMB.
Stiff neck,
swollen brain,
Numb fingers.
I HAD to think - MENINGITIS !
( but no rash )
I have been labelled a Martyr for not going to the Docs and getting some Anti-biotics but it's NOTHING to do with the stiff-upper-lip syndrome.
I have a terrible problem with Yeast and Sugar
(and everything else) but mostly these 2 and anything that either UPS the female hormone levels or unbalances the yeast level.....
which is exactly what anti-biotics DO.
They feed the lump which has been steadily growing for 11 years causing great weight-gain and deformity.
Most peoples bowels are LOOSENED by Antibiotics, but I am severely constipated by them.
EVERYTHING has been in REVERSE for the last 11 years but my complaint has fallen mostly on deaf ears.
Fruit and veg constipate.
Grains do the same.
Something swells and stretches as if it is about to rip right open when I eat anything offensive.
If you read down you will see that one Urologist treated me disdainfully but a second one, with a nicer manner, diagnosed my symptoms to be that of a Uretal Stone, ( a stone lodged in one of the Kidney Tubes that takes the Urine to the Bladder )
The first Urologist who I have moaned and moaned about in my Blog, diagnosed me as being
" CONSTIPATED "
and recorded in my notes that he
" SENT PATIENT HOME IN PAIN ".
This was years ago before this thing really took root.
It was STILL very disabling and I have mentioned it several times in my earlier Blogs.
Both of the Urologists nurses exclaimed how VERY SWOLLEN I was and made their moan to me about those above them.
They are in a bad catch 22 situation.
This Urologist who SENT ME HOME IN PAIN with suggested CONSTIPATION and showed a distinct lack of interest in me, ALSO operated on my husbands WEDDING TACKLE.
My husband had real fears and apprehensions about having a VASECTOMY but all the family said .....
" GO ON - HAVE IT DONE - IT'S A RELATIVELY SIMPLE PROCEDURE THESE DAYS. YOU'LL BE FINE "
We only said this because the statistics portrayed the more favourable of a VASECTOMY.
I had just had my 4th and 5th child at 39 and 40 so I done my bit.
Anyway - going back to the Urologist who has failed to be thorough with me.
This same man was ALSO responsible for my husbands VASECTOMY.
My husband came home in AGONY with MASSIVE COCONUTS where he should have had a much
SMALLER PACKAGE -
EVEN WITH THE POST-OP SWELLING.
He was REASSURED that
" ALL WAS WELL "
and
" You will feel some SLIGHT discomfort - but most men go back to work the same day "
NOT SO MY HUSBAND !
After persevering as long as he could in SHEER AGONY he went back to the hospital with his GIANT COCONUTS - bulging through his trousers and had to be RE-OPERATED ON as he had developed a
MASSIVE SCROTAL HAEMATOMA.
HALF A PINT of blood was drained from his SCROTUM.
Ahhhh - WHAT a relief for him.
My husband and myself overlooked this misdemeanor and didn't make any complaints to the Hospital Complaints Dept. or to any other Medical Body of the NHS.
We were naive and allowed ourselves to be demeaned because of Medical Hierarchy.
Should we have raised an issue with the PCT at that time ?
We just felt that - as the old adage goes
" They'll all stick together "
The man in the street is made to feel small by Medical Authority.
A few years ago I compiled my own in-depth report for the PCT.
I didn't receive a favourable response and to make matters worse,
I had just lost my sister and the new Doctor refused to support my continued Disability Living Allowance Claim, as the previous Doctor had and I lost £99 per week as well.
So all in all, other people have helped to make the last 11 years of my life the most difficult and miserable without a shadow of a doubt.
I'll have to collate some of the notes I prepared for the PCT from my paid Medical Records
and put them on my Blog.
It's all very, very distressing.
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
C.T. Scan - Reliable or not ?
C.T. SCAN - RELIABLE OR NOT ?
C.T. SCAN - RELIABLE OR NOT ?
C.T. SCAN - RELIABLE OR NOT ?
C.T. SCAN - RELIABLE OR NOT ?
C.T. SCAN - RELIABLE OR NOT ?
http://fungalena.blogspot.com
I've just had a visitor from Bombay to my Blog and it jolted my memory back to a C.T. Scan I had a few years ago.
I had already had about 10 Ultrasound Scans to search for anything growing in my urinary tract.
During each Ultra Scan my abdomen was very distended.
I told each nurse that I was BURSTING for the toilet but was told,
" You can't be. Look, your bladder is absolutely EMPTY. "
Nevertheless, AFTER each and every Ultrasound Scan I would hobble to the loo and extinguish a TORRENT from my bladder.
Therefore - if my bladder WAS measuring EMPTY when indeed it was FAR from empty,
WHERE was the urine coming from ?
OR - you could querie - WHAT were they scanning ?
Some time after this, and after a barrage of insults and rejections, a COMPETENT Urologist diagnosed my symptoms to be that of a URETAL STONE ( left ureter )
He conferred with the OTHER Urologist who previously appeared to have no time for me and I was sent for my very first C.T. Scan.
The COMPETENT Urologist assured me that this type of scan shows up EVERYTHING.
My pre-scan letter advised me NOT TO EAT for at least 2 hours before I had the scan.
Round about this deadline I threw some fruit scones together in a bowl,
baked and buttered them and then threw them down the hatch.
Down the hatch of doom and gloom, because
EVERYTHING that enters my mouth results in terrible symptoms of Food Intolerance.
I thought that because they had raisins in them
(which greatly adds to my yeast and sugar problem)
that they would digest much faster and hopefully be well on their way down my
digestive tract before my C.T. Scan.
Apparently NOT.
A nurse came through to me while I lay on the bed and asked me -
" Excuse me love, but have you had anything to eat this morning ? "
I said - " Yes - but it was more than 2 hours ago. "
" WHY " I asked excitedly.
" HAVE YOU FOUND IT "
She replied,
" Oh no love. We just wondered what those round things are.
They must be your raisins from your scones "
What a bummer.
I was disheartened yet again.
Then I was advised to wait for the results.
I had a sinking feeling that I KNEW what the OTHER Urologist was going to say during my consultation with him. I had always felt that HE didn't have time for me. Didn't LIKE me even and believed what was on my records instead of treating me according to my symptoms just as Mr. S had done.
So, cutting a VERY long story short.
The conclusion of my C.T. Scan.
NOTHING
Well actually Mr A - it DID.
It showed my RAISINS.
Maybe they obscured the STONE.
He just didn't want to get into ANY conversation with me as
I ATTEMPTED to relay my symptoms to him.
So I went home absolutely demoralised.
I KNEW - I KNEW - I JUST KNEW that something had badly changed and taken root in my body and was astounded at the total lack of interest or care from this particular seemingly prejudice so called PROFESSIONAL.
That night I cried and cried and sometimes told myself,
" Maybe it IS in your mind Alena "
" They haven't found it after ALL THESES YEARS "
I cried and searched through my Bible for answers.
frantically flicking through the pages,
believing God would reveal some insight to me.
Some logical perspective - but NONE.
It was one of those ' FEELING FORSAKEN moments.
I had also just recently lost my sister.
Then in utter desperation I cried out to God in tears and self-doubt .......
" HOW CAN THE C.T. SCAN MISS IT LORD ???????? "
Then in an instant I flung down my Bible, and roughly snatched the TV Remote and FLICKED it on hard and fast - tears still rolling.
It was midnight and the next programme was JUST beginning.
My mouth dropped open as I heard the presenter say.
" 101 HOSPITAL BLUNDERS ! "
It all happened in a flash - the praying -
the despondency with my expectations from Gods Word,
the flicking on of the TV and then the ANSWER.
I sat memorized with a tear-stained face and
KNEW from the BOTTOM of my heart that Gods timing was truly perfect.
The icing on the cake was about the Indian man -
I think a Bombay man ( but not quite sure )
A 36 year old man who had carried around with him ALL his life -
a very distended abdomen.
He was a very slight man - skinny even and he looked quite abnormal with his pregnant shaped belly.
Like me, he was mocked and ridiculed by family, so called friends, colleagues etc.
At 36 years old he was rushed into A & E in terrible pain.
Doctors were baffled.
He was a mystery.
His C.T Scan showed NOTHING -
just like mine (apart from my raisins)
Thank God the Doctor had something about him
because he didn't let Technology rule his thinking.
The C.T. Scan had failed to show anything but the man STILL experienced the same awful symptoms and just like myself - his abdomen was well and truly distended.
So the Surgeon decided to GO IN - with the knife.
He said that after cutting through the flesh and muscle - etc, he was hindered by a very tough membrane. But he persevered and suddenly he felt a hand - with long nails and long hair.
He said it felt as if it had grabbed him. It made him jump but he had to carry on.
Then the mystery - NOT a phsycosomatic notion - was unveiled.
The patient had, by a freak of nature, been carrying his BROTHER in his abdomen ALL HIS LIFE.
The surgeon said that he was astounded - he just couldn't believe it.
It was a first for him.
The scan had missed it because of the mass of fluid surrounding it.
It showed up on the scan as a BLACK MASS - concealing everything else.
So when I cried to God in despair . . .
" Lord HOW can the Scan MISS IT " . . . . . .
Lo and behold - There was my answer.
Because THEY CAN.
Thank you Lord !
Alenas Arts
MEDICAL NEGLIGENCE
C.T. SCAN - RELIABLE OR NOT ?
C.T. SCAN - RELIABLE OR NOT ?
C.T. SCAN - RELIABLE OR NOT ?
C.T. SCAN - RELIABLE OR NOT ?
http://fungalena.blogspot.com
I've just had a visitor from Bombay to my Blog and it jolted my memory back to a C.T. Scan I had a few years ago.
I had already had about 10 Ultrasound Scans to search for anything growing in my urinary tract.
During each Ultra Scan my abdomen was very distended.
I told each nurse that I was BURSTING for the toilet but was told,
" You can't be. Look, your bladder is absolutely EMPTY. "
Nevertheless, AFTER each and every Ultrasound Scan I would hobble to the loo and extinguish a TORRENT from my bladder.
Therefore - if my bladder WAS measuring EMPTY when indeed it was FAR from empty,
WHERE was the urine coming from ?
OR - you could querie - WHAT were they scanning ?
Some time after this, and after a barrage of insults and rejections, a COMPETENT Urologist diagnosed my symptoms to be that of a URETAL STONE ( left ureter )
He conferred with the OTHER Urologist who previously appeared to have no time for me and I was sent for my very first C.T. Scan.
The COMPETENT Urologist assured me that this type of scan shows up EVERYTHING.
My pre-scan letter advised me NOT TO EAT for at least 2 hours before I had the scan.
Round about this deadline I threw some fruit scones together in a bowl,
baked and buttered them and then threw them down the hatch.
Down the hatch of doom and gloom, because
EVERYTHING that enters my mouth results in terrible symptoms of Food Intolerance.
I thought that because they had raisins in them
(which greatly adds to my yeast and sugar problem)
that they would digest much faster and hopefully be well on their way down my
digestive tract before my C.T. Scan.
Apparently NOT.
A nurse came through to me while I lay on the bed and asked me -
" Excuse me love, but have you had anything to eat this morning ? "
I said - " Yes - but it was more than 2 hours ago. "
" WHY " I asked excitedly.
" HAVE YOU FOUND IT "
She replied,
" Oh no love. We just wondered what those round things are.
They must be your raisins from your scones "
What a bummer.
I was disheartened yet again.
Then I was advised to wait for the results.
I had a sinking feeling that I KNEW what the OTHER Urologist was going to say during my consultation with him. I had always felt that HE didn't have time for me. Didn't LIKE me even and believed what was on my records instead of treating me according to my symptoms just as Mr. S had done.
So, cutting a VERY long story short.
The conclusion of my C.T. Scan.
NOTHING
Well actually Mr A - it DID.
It showed my RAISINS.
Maybe they obscured the STONE.
He just didn't want to get into ANY conversation with me as
I ATTEMPTED to relay my symptoms to him.
So I went home absolutely demoralised.
I KNEW - I KNEW - I JUST KNEW that something had badly changed and taken root in my body and was astounded at the total lack of interest or care from this particular seemingly prejudice so called PROFESSIONAL.
That night I cried and cried and sometimes told myself,
" Maybe it IS in your mind Alena "
" They haven't found it after ALL THESES YEARS "
I cried and searched through my Bible for answers.
frantically flicking through the pages,
believing God would reveal some insight to me.
Some logical perspective - but NONE.
It was one of those ' FEELING FORSAKEN moments.
I had also just recently lost my sister.
Then in utter desperation I cried out to God in tears and self-doubt .......
" HOW CAN THE C.T. SCAN MISS IT LORD ???????? "
Then in an instant I flung down my Bible, and roughly snatched the TV Remote and FLICKED it on hard and fast - tears still rolling.
It was midnight and the next programme was JUST beginning.
My mouth dropped open as I heard the presenter say.
" 101 HOSPITAL BLUNDERS ! "
It all happened in a flash - the praying -
the despondency with my expectations from Gods Word,
the flicking on of the TV and then the ANSWER.
I sat memorized with a tear-stained face and
KNEW from the BOTTOM of my heart that Gods timing was truly perfect.
The icing on the cake was about the Indian man -
I think a Bombay man ( but not quite sure )
A 36 year old man who had carried around with him ALL his life -
a very distended abdomen.
He was a very slight man - skinny even and he looked quite abnormal with his pregnant shaped belly.
Like me, he was mocked and ridiculed by family, so called friends, colleagues etc.
At 36 years old he was rushed into A & E in terrible pain.
Doctors were baffled.
He was a mystery.
His C.T Scan showed NOTHING -
just like mine (apart from my raisins)
Thank God the Doctor had something about him
because he didn't let Technology rule his thinking.
The C.T. Scan had failed to show anything but the man STILL experienced the same awful symptoms and just like myself - his abdomen was well and truly distended.
So the Surgeon decided to GO IN - with the knife.
He said that after cutting through the flesh and muscle - etc, he was hindered by a very tough membrane. But he persevered and suddenly he felt a hand - with long nails and long hair.
He said it felt as if it had grabbed him. It made him jump but he had to carry on.
Then the mystery - NOT a phsycosomatic notion - was unveiled.
The patient had, by a freak of nature, been carrying his BROTHER in his abdomen ALL HIS LIFE.
The surgeon said that he was astounded - he just couldn't believe it.
It was a first for him.
The scan had missed it because of the mass of fluid surrounding it.
It showed up on the scan as a BLACK MASS - concealing everything else.
So when I cried to God in despair . . .
" Lord HOW can the Scan MISS IT " . . . . . .
Lo and behold - There was my answer.
Because THEY CAN.
Thank you Lord !
Alenas Arts
MEDICAL NEGLIGENCE
Friday, 24 October 2008
Can I interest You in a Fungus Lord
IAN CRATE, BASSTELAW, STONES, AVIL, MUEN, CANCER. KIDNEY STONES, KIDNEY CANCER, THE CHRONICLES OF STANLEY PARSONS, BETTY PARSONS, ALENA RICHARDS, COMENSATION, MEDICAL NEGLIGENCE, Dr. Mc, FARLANE, Dr.COLLINS,
UREKA !
I did it !
After 4 long years I eventually went back to the Doctors.
I heaped my load on this lovely lady who THANK GOD had the capacity to listen.
So hopefully the medical cogs will start grinding again.
This is a landmark in my life.
As I posted on my very first Blog . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
If any one had of told me 11 years ago . . . . .
You are going to suffer with an unknown illness for years
You are going to become Disabled
You are going to experience severe Food Intolerance
You are NOT going to be able to look after your 2 small children properly
Your body will be swollen all over
You will more than DOUBLE in size
You will not be able to bathe
You will become partially lame
You will no longer be able to take any exercise
You will not be able to go out without an aid
You will not be able to take care of your personal hygiene
You will suffer DRUNKENNESS when eating or drinking or taking medication, even though a staunch Teatotaller
You will suffer terrible intolerance to ALL TOILETRIES
You will suffer an indescribable proliferation between your legs when eating, drinking, brushing your teeth, washing your hair or using ANY Chemicals
Your swelling will cause deformities all over your body
Your left hip will grow a lump on it
You will be tortured EVERY DAY about WHAT TO EAT or DRINK without being in crippling pain, falling asleep, feeling drunk or unconscious, or experiencing
swelling of the ABDOMEN, LEGS, GROIN, ARMPITS ,TOES, FEET, BREASTS,
BUTTOCKS, SHOULDERS, BACK, FACE. CHIN + NECK, PRIVATES, especially when eating foods which contain
YEAST, SUGAR, VITAMIN C, HORMONES, HERBS,
Sodium Nitrate or indeed ANY E numbers or Chemicals
You will be in dire need of Medical Attention but NOT receive it
You will be PERSECUTED, Maligned, Downtrodden, Deprived of your basic Medical Rights, Ignored, Neglected, Shouted at, Criticized, Abandoned by those you thought would have and SHOULD have supported you
You will be diagnosed with a Uretal Stone but be deprived of ongoing Medical Care
You will suffer the loss of your lovely young niece and be too ill to attend her funeral
You will lose your lovely sister and struggle to drag her off your sofa to resuscitate her, (but fail to)
You will become an exile in your home
You will no longer paint
You will be unable to tend to your garden
You will no longer be able to decorate your home or afford to pay others to do it
Your home will become a shambles
You will suffer humiliation and shame because of your strange situation, your appearance, your obesity (from the overgrowth of yeast) your tired home, your strange life, your unending explanations
You will battle for people to listen to you or understand you
You will be terribly Judged and BELIEVE the criticism
You will feel uncared for and rejected
Your Agoraphobia will worsen
You will suffer continuous sleepless nights because of pain and frequent visits to the toilet, frightening sensations of feeling poisoned and terrible night thirst
Medication will have the REVERSE affect
Blood Pressure Medication will RAISE your BP
Pain killers and Sleeping Tablets will do the same, keeping you awake instead
All medication will FEED the lump in your abdomen and groin and produce an array of awful symptoms
Your mouth will DRY UP when drinking WATER
You will be labelled a HYPOCHONDRIAC and DRUG ADDICT
You will feel that life is no longer interesting
All that interested you or excited you will become dormant
You will lose your Disability Living Allowance because of the new Doctors opinion about you
You will appeal for justice several times and be refused
You will learn how to use a Computer to assist your appeals but be rejected and lied about
You will become Computer literate and love it
Your affliction will cause you to make different decisions
Your bereavement will change your personality
You will become more assertive
You will WIN in the end ! . . . . .
I WOULD NOT have believed them
Alenas Second Hand Bargains
Alenas Arts
Can I Interest You in a Fungus Lord ?
Cyprus 4 eva
JB Rubbish Removals
AMAZON
Second Hand & Rare Books
The Chronicles of Stanley Parsons
The Bizzare Diary of Rachel Hughes
Alenas Kitchen
Alenas Arts
UREKA !
I did it !
After 4 long years I eventually went back to the Doctors.
I heaped my load on this lovely lady who THANK GOD had the capacity to listen.
So hopefully the medical cogs will start grinding again.
This is a landmark in my life.
As I posted on my very first Blog . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
If any one had of told me 11 years ago . . . . .
You are going to suffer with an unknown illness for years
You are going to become Disabled
You are going to experience severe Food Intolerance
You are NOT going to be able to look after your 2 small children properly
Your body will be swollen all over
You will more than DOUBLE in size
You will not be able to bathe
You will become partially lame
You will no longer be able to take any exercise
You will not be able to go out without an aid
You will not be able to take care of your personal hygiene
You will suffer DRUNKENNESS when eating or drinking or taking medication, even though a staunch Teatotaller
You will suffer terrible intolerance to ALL TOILETRIES
You will suffer an indescribable proliferation between your legs when eating, drinking, brushing your teeth, washing your hair or using ANY Chemicals
Your swelling will cause deformities all over your body
Your left hip will grow a lump on it
You will be tortured EVERY DAY about WHAT TO EAT or DRINK without being in crippling pain, falling asleep, feeling drunk or unconscious, or experiencing
swelling of the ABDOMEN, LEGS, GROIN, ARMPITS ,TOES, FEET, BREASTS,
BUTTOCKS, SHOULDERS, BACK, FACE. CHIN + NECK, PRIVATES, especially when eating foods which contain
YEAST, SUGAR, VITAMIN C, HORMONES, HERBS,
Sodium Nitrate or indeed ANY E numbers or Chemicals
You will be in dire need of Medical Attention but NOT receive it
You will be PERSECUTED, Maligned, Downtrodden, Deprived of your basic Medical Rights, Ignored, Neglected, Shouted at, Criticized, Abandoned by those you thought would have and SHOULD have supported you
You will be diagnosed with a Uretal Stone but be deprived of ongoing Medical Care
You will suffer the loss of your lovely young niece and be too ill to attend her funeral
You will lose your lovely sister and struggle to drag her off your sofa to resuscitate her, (but fail to)
You will become an exile in your home
You will no longer paint
You will be unable to tend to your garden
You will no longer be able to decorate your home or afford to pay others to do it
Your home will become a shambles
You will suffer humiliation and shame because of your strange situation, your appearance, your obesity (from the overgrowth of yeast) your tired home, your strange life, your unending explanations
You will battle for people to listen to you or understand you
You will be terribly Judged and BELIEVE the criticism
You will feel uncared for and rejected
Your Agoraphobia will worsen
You will suffer continuous sleepless nights because of pain and frequent visits to the toilet, frightening sensations of feeling poisoned and terrible night thirst
Medication will have the REVERSE affect
Blood Pressure Medication will RAISE your BP
Pain killers and Sleeping Tablets will do the same, keeping you awake instead
All medication will FEED the lump in your abdomen and groin and produce an array of awful symptoms
Your mouth will DRY UP when drinking WATER
You will be labelled a HYPOCHONDRIAC and DRUG ADDICT
You will feel that life is no longer interesting
All that interested you or excited you will become dormant
You will lose your Disability Living Allowance because of the new Doctors opinion about you
You will appeal for justice several times and be refused
You will learn how to use a Computer to assist your appeals but be rejected and lied about
You will become Computer literate and love it
Your affliction will cause you to make different decisions
Your bereavement will change your personality
You will become more assertive
You will WIN in the end ! . . . . .
I WOULD NOT have believed them
Alenas Second Hand Bargains
Alenas Arts
Can I Interest You in a Fungus Lord ?
Cyprus 4 eva
JB Rubbish Removals
AMAZON
Second Hand & Rare Books
The Chronicles of Stanley Parsons
The Bizzare Diary of Rachel Hughes
Alenas Kitchen
Alenas Arts
an I Interest You in a Fungus Lord?Alenas ArtsCyprus 4 evaJB Rubbish RemovalsAMAZONSecond Hand & Rare BooksThe Chronicles of Stanley ParsonsThe Bizzare Diary of Rachel HughesCredit Crunch BargainsAlenas KitchenCan I Interest You in a Fungus Lord ?Alenas ArtsCyprus 4 evaJB Rubbish RemovalsAMAZONSecond Hand & Rare BooksThe Chronicles of Stanley ParsonsThe Bizzare Diary of Rachel HughesCredit Crunch Bargains
Thursday, 16 October 2008
Friday, 4 April 2008
Life shouldn't be like this !
I shouldn't be bitter but I am.
I can't get up in the morning because of FERMENTATION and I don't even drink.
My groin is SO sore and my abdomen is hard and very swollen and prickly all over.
I have limped around for at least 9 years due to a distension around my lower regions.
Over my bladder area parts is a sack of swelling which I can HOLD in my hand.
Because of the disgusting treatment I have endured at
Bassetlaw Hospital
I feel I have lost the strength re-start up the fight to receive the care which is due to me.
I don't want to remain bitter, but they get paid so well for making so many blunders with peoples lives and I am more bothered about the robbery to my young children as this misdiagnosed illness has left me incapable of fulfilling most normal motherly duties.
It takes hours for the DRUNKENNESS to wear off before I can emerge from the sofa which has been my bed for 5 or 6 years, due to the immense difficulty of climbing the stairs.
Non of the SO-CALLED Professionals at Bassetlaw are interested in any of these symptoms and neither do they believe me (with one exception - Mr. Sidiqki)
My negligence is due to PREJUDICE, MONEY, UN PROFESSIONALISM and CORRUPTION.
http://www.easyart.com/academy/alena
or feel free to contact me at alena46@tiscali.co.uk
or Tel: 01302 752020 or 07760156610
eBay
http://stanley-parsons.blogspot.com/
http://rachelhughesdiary.blogspot.com/
Bassetlaw Hospital
I can't get up in the morning because of FERMENTATION and I don't even drink.
My groin is SO sore and my abdomen is hard and very swollen and prickly all over.
I have limped around for at least 9 years due to a distension around my lower regions.
Over my bladder area parts is a sack of swelling which I can HOLD in my hand.
Because of the disgusting treatment I have endured at
Bassetlaw Hospital
I feel I have lost the strength re-start up the fight to receive the care which is due to me.
I don't want to remain bitter, but they get paid so well for making so many blunders with peoples lives and I am more bothered about the robbery to my young children as this misdiagnosed illness has left me incapable of fulfilling most normal motherly duties.
It takes hours for the DRUNKENNESS to wear off before I can emerge from the sofa which has been my bed for 5 or 6 years, due to the immense difficulty of climbing the stairs.
Non of the SO-CALLED Professionals at Bassetlaw are interested in any of these symptoms and neither do they believe me (with one exception - Mr. Sidiqki)
My negligence is due to PREJUDICE, MONEY, UN PROFESSIONALISM and CORRUPTION.
I have tried to make the most out of a bad situation but my life is NOT NORMAL by any standards.
I am trying to earn a living on the Internet.
Formerly an Artist - my Art profession has been put on hold while enduring years of this illness.
Some of my work can be seen here
http://www.easyart.com/academy/alena
or feel free to contact me at alena46@tiscali.co.uk
or Tel: 01302 752020 or 07760156610
eBay
http://stanley-parsons.blogspot.com/
http://rachelhughesdiary.blogspot.com/
Bassetlaw Hospital
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Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Can I interest You in a Fungus Lord ?
Well, Did the earth move for YOU?
Not felt up to doing my Blog or
eBay
Been too ill to be woken in the mornings for school for over a week but found out that an earth quake does the trick. This is my 3rd quake now.
I experienced 2 in Cyprus where I lived as a teenager.
They were the tail end of Turkeys big quakes but enough to do structual damage.
Fast asleep, I shot up to the sofa shaking quite severely.
I could feel the rumbling beneath the floor and the room shaking to and fro.
I didn't get it though. My eyes were well and truly glued together.
The TV was still on and some boys were exploding gas cannisters
on a bonfire so I thought it MUST be that.
But of course it wasn't.
I turned myself round on the sofa and fell back to sleep wondering why the sofa room and ground was shaking and waited for more of the same.
When my husband got up at about 7:15 he said,
" DID YOU FEEL THE TREMOR ? "
SO, THAT'S WHAT IT WAS.
Then my sister text me saying,
" DID YOU FEEL IT ? "
My 9 year old said she was unaware of the quake but she woke up being tossed from side to side and the wardrobe was shaking. She almost fell out of bed.
The door was banging open and shut, open and shut.....
in other words - YES she was aware of it after all.
My mum thought a burgler had broken in and at 72 the brave but daft woman went downstairs and said........
" IF ANYONES THERE....COME FORWARD ! "
COME FORWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mother....what drugs are you on ? lol
Not felt up to doing my Blog or
Been too ill to be woken in the mornings for school for over a week but found out that an earth quake does the trick. This is my 3rd quake now.
I experienced 2 in Cyprus where I lived as a teenager.
They were the tail end of Turkeys big quakes but enough to do structual damage.
Fast asleep, I shot up to the sofa shaking quite severely.
I could feel the rumbling beneath the floor and the room shaking to and fro.
I didn't get it though. My eyes were well and truly glued together.
The TV was still on and some boys were exploding gas cannisters
on a bonfire so I thought it MUST be that.
But of course it wasn't.
I turned myself round on the sofa and fell back to sleep wondering why the sofa room and ground was shaking and waited for more of the same.
When my husband got up at about 7:15 he said,
" DID YOU FEEL THE TREMOR ? "
SO, THAT'S WHAT IT WAS.
Then my sister text me saying,
" DID YOU FEEL IT ? "
My 9 year old said she was unaware of the quake but she woke up being tossed from side to side and the wardrobe was shaking. She almost fell out of bed.
The door was banging open and shut, open and shut.....
in other words - YES she was aware of it after all.
My mum thought a burgler had broken in and at 72 the brave but daft woman went downstairs and said........
" IF ANYONES THERE....COME FORWARD ! "
COME FORWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mother....what drugs are you on ? lol
Friday, 15 February 2008
Can I interest you in a Fungus Lord
by alena richards
Not been well enough to catch up on my Blog for a few days but the Worksop Gardian Reports keep coming in thick and fast.
The Bassetlaw /Crate story is a rolling stone gathering moss as far as I can perceive. For those who do not receive this paper, I am trying to collate as much information to give my own Medical Negligence story some support as well as to highlight what has been hidden under a bushel for far too long.
The recently exposed facts about Bassetlaws Negligence Cases are like a cocooned timebomb which has spent several years lying dormant with a False Sense of Security but now it's explodinmg before their very eyes.
I went out today.
' That's normal ' some would say.
But it's not.
Not for me anyway. My body is hugely swollen with immense soreness inside. I don't drink, but I certainly DON'T need a drink to feel drunk and hungover (or drugged or poisoned)
I tried to explain this to THREE of Bassestlaws Medics 9 or 10 years ago but instead of a POST examination diagnosis, I recieved a PRE- examination diagnosis. In fact I think it would be fair to say that at that time THEY HAD ALREADY made up their minds long before I entered the room.
I'm sure I had ' PLEASE DESPISE ME ' written on my forehead coz they certainly treated me like that.
A CPN who was treating me for AGORAPHOBIA
asked me if we could concentrate on the PHYSICAL BUMP which he saw protruding through my baggy jumper,
' UNTIL WE HAD THIS THING SORTED ! '
Even HE had the brains to see there was a PHYSICAL FACTOR involved.
It's a sad day when the MENTAL HEALTH WORKER feels the need to support an obviously neglected area which should be the domain of the Crates, the Muens and the Avils of this world.
A neighbour came over today and I felt for him as he became my VICTIM !
A LISTENING EAR VICTIM that is.
He put up with me while I spewed out my frustration and explained how Blogging was practically my only platform to let my moan be heard.
For too long I sat FERMENTING in my living room, my sore body growing bigger and bigger.
I lost my Disability Living Allowance because the NEW GP said " Well you MANAGED to get up here didn't you. "
£99 a week I lost.
I felt that I had been FORCED to find work at ANY COST in ANY state of health.
Instead of following up my PHYSICAL investigations, of which I have undergone many, she sent me to a patronising Psyciatrist.
This was a very bad move - on Bassetlaws part.
Not only did it affect any moral I may have had left and waste more precious years of my miserable existence, but it prompted me to produce a detailed word for word report to Bassetlaw PCT who I truly thought would be on MY side.
I had hoped that at least after all the information I gave them about the Bassetlaw trio, AND thier very own GPs,
that SOME headway would be made.
But it wasn't.
NOW, I am very pleased to read THIS long overdue statement from last weeks scandal.........
Did ALL my Christmas's come at once or did I miss something ?
Well Bassetlaw PCT .... NOT BEFORE TIME !
Anyway, that's enough moaning for tonight and now back to eBay.co.uk
Not been well enough to catch up on my Blog for a few days but the Worksop Gardian Reports keep coming in thick and fast.
The Bassetlaw /Crate story is a rolling stone gathering moss as far as I can perceive. For those who do not receive this paper, I am trying to collate as much information to give my own Medical Negligence story some support as well as to highlight what has been hidden under a bushel for far too long.
The recently exposed facts about Bassetlaws Negligence Cases are like a cocooned timebomb which has spent several years lying dormant with a False Sense of Security but now it's explodinmg before their very eyes.
I went out today.
' That's normal ' some would say.
But it's not.
Not for me anyway. My body is hugely swollen with immense soreness inside. I don't drink, but I certainly DON'T need a drink to feel drunk and hungover (or drugged or poisoned)
I tried to explain this to THREE of Bassestlaws Medics 9 or 10 years ago but instead of a POST examination diagnosis, I recieved a PRE- examination diagnosis. In fact I think it would be fair to say that at that time THEY HAD ALREADY made up their minds long before I entered the room.
I'm sure I had ' PLEASE DESPISE ME ' written on my forehead coz they certainly treated me like that.
A CPN who was treating me for AGORAPHOBIA
asked me if we could concentrate on the PHYSICAL BUMP which he saw protruding through my baggy jumper,
' UNTIL WE HAD THIS THING SORTED ! '
Even HE had the brains to see there was a PHYSICAL FACTOR involved.
It's a sad day when the MENTAL HEALTH WORKER feels the need to support an obviously neglected area which should be the domain of the Crates, the Muens and the Avils of this world.
A neighbour came over today and I felt for him as he became my VICTIM !
A LISTENING EAR VICTIM that is.
He put up with me while I spewed out my frustration and explained how Blogging was practically my only platform to let my moan be heard.
For too long I sat FERMENTING in my living room, my sore body growing bigger and bigger.
I lost my Disability Living Allowance because the NEW GP said " Well you MANAGED to get up here didn't you. "
£99 a week I lost.
I felt that I had been FORCED to find work at ANY COST in ANY state of health.
Instead of following up my PHYSICAL investigations, of which I have undergone many, she sent me to a patronising Psyciatrist.
This was a very bad move - on Bassetlaws part.
Not only did it affect any moral I may have had left and waste more precious years of my miserable existence, but it prompted me to produce a detailed word for word report to Bassetlaw PCT who I truly thought would be on MY side.
I had hoped that at least after all the information I gave them about the Bassetlaw trio, AND thier very own GPs,
that SOME headway would be made.
But it wasn't.
NOW, I am very pleased to read THIS long overdue statement from last weeks scandal.........
Did ALL my Christmas's come at once or did I miss something ?
Well Bassetlaw PCT .... NOT BEFORE TIME !
Anyway, that's enough moaning for tonight and now back to eBay.co.uk
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
Saturday, 9 February 2008
Can I interest you in a Fungus Lord?
Here I go again.
Only a couple of weeks ago I started to Blog the events of my horrible ordeal concerning Bassetlaws Ian Crate.
The timing was impecable as the news of Crates blunders were eventually brought to light.
I am one of his cases but after years of hospital admittances, operations, rejections, persecution, labelling, insults downright prejudice and misdiagnosis, I am as yet, untreated.
While waiting for a tummy tuck and more because of quite drastic weight loss, I was referred to Bassetlaw for a Psyciatric assessment to OK my mental health for the ensuing operation.
I was A-OKAYED.
My records show that there was NO REASON to preclude me from having the operation.
In the meantime some other physical pathology had evolved in my body which needed investigation so I was reffered again, but this time to the CRATE TEAM - to Mr. Muen.
Expecting a quick diagnosis, I was horrified to be pre-judged as a PYSCOSOMATIC before being PHYSICALLY
examined.
I complained about Mr. Muens UPSETTING diagnosis to Ian Crate, explaining my symptons in GRAPHIC detail,
only to find that Crate was much worse than MUEN.
What followed was an unbelievable and unending nightmare senario which has YET to be concluded by surgery.
Ian Crate hogs limelight once again as the LUCKY ONES rally round him with their support !
Yes I remember the Marsdens well. They used to own a TV shop in our village (Bircotes)
I am happy that Lorna Marsden is one of Ian Crates success stories. Unfortunately it doesent change my own situation.
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Monday, 4 February 2008
Symptons
Stones: Groin pain, leg and buttock pain,
Food intolerance, Swelling of strategic parts of body.
Fermentation. Visibly seen Disability,
Pre - Diagnosis
Doctors tried to BEND my mind with Drugs because of the
Psycosomatic Label THEY put on me but I refused.
"What pain ? You have NO pain. Your mind is telling you this. "
( Bassetlaw Psyciatrist )
" Your mind can play FUNNY THINGS on you - you know "
( Bassetlaw Consultant )
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Friday, 1 February 2008
Can I interest you in a Fungus Lord?
Crate Saga continues as he hoggs the local
lime light for all the wrong reasons.
Former Bassetlaw Patients tell their stories of
HELL while assigned to Consultant Ian Crate
My story
lime light for all the wrong reasons.
Former Bassetlaw Patients tell their stories of
HELL while assigned to Consultant Ian Crate
My story
Thursday, 31 January 2008
Can I interest you in a Fungus Lord
Two weeks ago I started my Blog in attempt to draw peoples attention to
a problem which should not be permitted to exist in our country.
It is common knowledge that the NHS has recieved BILLIONS of £££££s
but doesent know which BACK DOOR a precious CHUNK of it has slipped out of.
The ' Old boys club ' know !
That bunch of unamed hierarchy that stick together
REGARDLESS of patients suffering, ruined lives and unending pain.
The old boys club ARE JUST AS GUILTY of incompetence as the offending surgeon
or consultant.
I, along with a string of Ian Crates victims, can't see the logic of returning him
to his post.
WHAT DOES DONCASTER or BASSETLAW HOSPITAL HAVE TO GAIN BY THIS ........
only a very BAD reputation .......and possibly MORE SHIPPY styled suffering.
'THATS STRONG' I can hear you say.
SO WHAT!
I am rooting for all those who DARE NOT stick up for theselves or who are simply
too intimidated to do so.
This morning as ever, I am in reflective mode and my mind goes back to an
incident a couple of years ago.
A lady called at my house enquiring about my mums condition as she was in Hopspital undergoing a Gall Bladder Removal. Her eyes were IMMEDIATELY drawn to my VERY ABNORMAL PHYSIQUE.
Her concern then changed from my mum to me.
I explained that in approximately 2001 I had been admitted to Basettlaw and was unfortunate enough to be
under the CARE ( ????????? ) of Ian Crate.
I continued to tell her of how my endless attempts to be consulted, examined or even just listened were
the beginnings of an ALFRED HITCHCOCK HORROR MOVIE.
She stopped me in my tracks and said ..............
" HANG ON - WAIT THERE !
She went to her car and returned with a PHOTO of her friends
ABDOMEN AFTER BEING OPERATED ON BY CRATE.
It was TRULY HORRENDOUS. Her intenstines were on the OUTSIDE of her body.
She was SO ill. Her life was ruined because of what HE called ......
' His Medical Expertize '
Reduced to a Wheelchair.
An investigation was carried out and the poor woman went down to London to appeal
for a claim, I believe, but I don't know the full outcome......
but the point is this..........
WHY would someone CARRY A PHOTO AROUND of Ian Crates BODGED OPERATION
if the situation wasn't SERIOUS to say the least.
COME ON HIERARCHY ...........
GET RID OF HIM!!!!!!!!!!
Back in 2001 he abused me, insulted me, accused me of self-diagnosis based on my symptons.
He performed a LAPOROSCOPY and I KNOW HE MISSED MY GROWTH.
I became DISABLED, have serious food and chemical intolerance.
I have strategic swelling NOW ALL OVER MY BODY.
The foods that used to make me lose weight have been FEEDING a lump
for years causing both pain great weight gain
I have been seriously MISDIAGNOSED and it's started with this MAN AND HIS BUDDIES.
DOCTORS get paid TOP DOLLAR wether they diagnose you correctly or incorrectly.
People keep asking me ...." If you really are THAT ill, WHY don't you keep
going back to your GP to get it sorted.
Well the answer to that is the very reason I started this BLOG.
Two weeks ago I put down the basics but was too ill to continue.
A few days later my mother brought me the WORKSOP GUARDIAN NEWSPAPER
with FRONT PAGE COVERAGE on IAN CRATE.
It's REALLY FUELLED MY FIRE.
Now there is no stopping me.
Tomorrow my own comments about this man will be published in the same paper.
I might be DAUGHTER TO THE SLAUGHTER, but
let's HOPE TO GOD something comes of it.
Thank you all for your interest.
alena
a problem which should not be permitted to exist in our country.
It is common knowledge that the NHS has recieved BILLIONS of £££££s
but doesent know which BACK DOOR a precious CHUNK of it has slipped out of.
The ' Old boys club ' know !
That bunch of unamed hierarchy that stick together
REGARDLESS of patients suffering, ruined lives and unending pain.
The old boys club ARE JUST AS GUILTY of incompetence as the offending surgeon
or consultant.
I, along with a string of Ian Crates victims, can't see the logic of returning him
to his post.
WHAT DOES DONCASTER or BASSETLAW HOSPITAL HAVE TO GAIN BY THIS ........
only a very BAD reputation .......and possibly MORE SHIPPY styled suffering.
'THATS STRONG' I can hear you say.
SO WHAT!
I am rooting for all those who DARE NOT stick up for theselves or who are simply
too intimidated to do so.
This morning as ever, I am in reflective mode and my mind goes back to an
incident a couple of years ago.
A lady called at my house enquiring about my mums condition as she was in Hopspital undergoing a Gall Bladder Removal. Her eyes were IMMEDIATELY drawn to my VERY ABNORMAL PHYSIQUE.
Her concern then changed from my mum to me.
I explained that in approximately 2001 I had been admitted to Basettlaw and was unfortunate enough to be
under the CARE ( ????????? ) of Ian Crate.
I continued to tell her of how my endless attempts to be consulted, examined or even just listened were
the beginnings of an ALFRED HITCHCOCK HORROR MOVIE.
She stopped me in my tracks and said ..............
" HANG ON - WAIT THERE !
She went to her car and returned with a PHOTO of her friends
ABDOMEN AFTER BEING OPERATED ON BY CRATE.
It was TRULY HORRENDOUS. Her intenstines were on the OUTSIDE of her body.
She was SO ill. Her life was ruined because of what HE called ......
' His Medical Expertize '
Reduced to a Wheelchair.
An investigation was carried out and the poor woman went down to London to appeal
for a claim, I believe, but I don't know the full outcome......
but the point is this..........
WHY would someone CARRY A PHOTO AROUND of Ian Crates BODGED OPERATION
if the situation wasn't SERIOUS to say the least.
COME ON HIERARCHY ...........
GET RID OF HIM!!!!!!!!!!
Back in 2001 he abused me, insulted me, accused me of self-diagnosis based on my symptons.
He performed a LAPOROSCOPY and I KNOW HE MISSED MY GROWTH.
I became DISABLED, have serious food and chemical intolerance.
I have strategic swelling NOW ALL OVER MY BODY.
The foods that used to make me lose weight have been FEEDING a lump
for years causing both pain great weight gain
I have been seriously MISDIAGNOSED and it's started with this MAN AND HIS BUDDIES.
DOCTORS get paid TOP DOLLAR wether they diagnose you correctly or incorrectly.
People keep asking me ...." If you really are THAT ill, WHY don't you keep
going back to your GP to get it sorted.
Well the answer to that is the very reason I started this BLOG.
Two weeks ago I put down the basics but was too ill to continue.
A few days later my mother brought me the WORKSOP GUARDIAN NEWSPAPER
with FRONT PAGE COVERAGE on IAN CRATE.
It's REALLY FUELLED MY FIRE.
Now there is no stopping me.
Tomorrow my own comments about this man will be published in the same paper.
I might be DAUGHTER TO THE SLAUGHTER, but
let's HOPE TO GOD something comes of it.
Thank you all for your interest.
alena
Wednesday, 30 January 2008
Can I interest you in a Fungus Lord ?
" You are going to go home and you are
going to SUFFER for the next 40 YEARS!
and YOU are going to have to deal with it! "
Those consoling comforting words were
brought to me by ...........
Mr. Ian Crate - Bassetlaw Hospital
Friday, 25 January 2008
Can I Interest You in a Fungus Lord ?
Click on above image to enlarge
These reports concern patients in my locality.
I started colating my own personal written material years ago.
Mr Crate, mentioned above,
SHOUTED at me and critisized me both verbally AND in
WRITING.
He also PROMISED me that I would................
GO HOME AND HAVE TO SUFFER FOR THE NEXT 40 YEARS
and that I would .........HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT !
I told him I was having terrible Food Intolerance and couldn't eat YEAST
and was experiencing FERMENTATION although not a drinker.
On my very first visit he shouted at me and accused me of
diagnosing myself with Cancer but I had NEVER used that word
as I didn't know it was related to YEAST.
He wrote that I was a DIZZY person (in personality) to say the least and that I had
READ MYSELF INTO A CORNER OF HOMEOPATHY AND ACTUALLY
BELIEVED THAT I WAS WHAT I READ.
After being subject to his insults and accustaions and MISDIAGNOSIS
I did go home and suffer and still am.
I have been grossly maligned and misdiagnosed by other members of his team
and as a result something has certainly been LEFT to proliferate
and grow causing immense pain and disability and fermentation.
My body has doubled in size and I am deprived of the ability to carry out
normal everday functions. My husband looks after me and our 2 kids
and I am largely an EXILE IN MY OWN HOME.
The last 11 years have been horrendously ABNORMAL
and I wouldn't wish it on ANYONE!
A Favourite Medical Cliche is.........
IT'S IN YOUR MIND!
IT'S IRRITABLE BOWEL!
This Doctors Bosses have a lot to answer for
Continued:
Thursday, 15 February 2007
Can I interest you in a Fungus Lord
That's what I asked God while I lay on the sofa reeling with prickly pain
and symptoms of DRUNKENNESS,
peeing myself laughing at what I'd said.
I thought I was hilarious as I confided in Him saying.......
" I'M GUNNA WRITE A BOOK ABOUT THIS ONE DAY LORD "
not realizing exactly what horror the following years would bring.
There is no way I can explain myself all in one day as there is
SO much ground to cover and Medical Notes to go through,
not forgetting those who wish to remain anonymous -
but at least I have begun.
If any one had of told me 10 years ago . . . . .
You are going to suffer with an unknown illness for years.
You are going to become Disabled.
You are going to experience severe Food Intolerance.
You are NOT going to be able to look after your 2 small children properly
Your body will be swollen all over.
You will more than DOUBLE in size.
You will not be able to bathe.
You will become partailly lame.
You will no longer be able to take any exercise.
You will not be able to go out without an aid.
You will not be able to take care of your personal hygiene.
You will suffer DRUNKENNESS when eating or drinking or taking medication,
(even though a staunch Teatotal)
You will suffer terrible intolerance to ALL TOILETRIES.
You will suffer an undescribable proliferation between your legs when eating,
drinking, brushing your teeth, washing your hair or using ANY Chemicals.
Your swelling will cause deformities all over your body.
Your left hip will grow a lump on it.
You will be tortured EVERY DAY about WHAT TO EAT or DRINK without being in
crippling pain, falling asleep, feeling drunk or unconscious, or experiencing
swelling of the ABDOMEN, LEGS, GROIN, ARMPITS ,TOES, FEET, BREASTS,
BUTTOCKS, SHOULDERS, BACK, FACE. CHIN + NECK,
PRIVATES, especially when eating foods which contain
YEAST, SUGAR, VITAMIN C, HORMONES, HERBS,
Sodium Nitrate or indeed ANY E numbers or Chemicals.
You will be in dire need of Medical Attention but NOT receive it.
You will be PERSECUTED, Maligned, Downtrodden, Deprived of your basic Medical Rights,
Ignored, Neglected, Shouted at, Criticized, Abandoned by those you thought would have
and SHOULD have supported you.
You will be diagnosed with a Uretal Stone but be deprived of ongoing Medical Care.
You will suffer the loss of your lovely young niece and be too ill to attend her funeral.
You will lose your lovely sister and struggle to drag her off your sofa to ressusitate her,
(but fail to)
You will become an exile in your home.
You will no longer paint.
You will be unable to tend to your garden.
You will no longer be able to decorate your home or afford to pay others to do it.
Your home will become a shambles.
You will suffer humiliation and shame because of your strange situation,
your appearance, your obesity (from the overgrowth of yeast)
your tired home, your strange life, your unending explantions.
You will battle for people to listen to you or understand you.
You will be terribly Judged and BELIEVE the critisism.
You will feel uncared for and rejected.
Your Agoraphobia will worsen.
You will suffer continuous sleepless nights because of pain and frequent visits to the toilet,
fightening sensations of feeling poisoned and terrible night thirst.
Mediaction will have the REVERSE affect.
Blood Pressure Medication will RAISE your BP.
Pian killers and Sleeping Tablets will do the same, keeping you awake instead.
All medication will FEED the lump in your abdomen and groin and produce an array of
awful symptons.
Your mouth will DRY UP when drinking WATER.
You will be labelled a HYPOCONDRIAC and DRUG ADDICT.
You will feel that life is no longer interesting.
All that interested you or excited you will become dormant.
You will lose your Disability Living Allowance because of the new Doctors opinion about you.
You will appeal for justice several times and be refused.
You will learn how to use a Computer to assist your appeals but be rejected and lied about.
You will become Computer literate and love it.
Your affliction will cause you to make different decisions.
Your bereavement will change your personality.
You will become more assertive.
You will WIN in the end ! . . . . .
I WOULD NOT have believed them
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