Tuesday, October 13, 2015

VMC = Demon Death Trap

Sometimes, when interest in my blog wanes, I wonder (as I have, like, eight times now on this blog): How could people not be interested in learning all they can about the unseen evil that wrecks their lives (demons)? After all, there's clearly so much to learn from a blog that provides a starting point to acquiring vital knowledge no one throughout time has ever been afforded.
Most hate mail like this occurs not only during peak interest, but also at or near the New or First Quarter Moons, the phases historically noted for mass hobgoblin-demon attacks—a notoriously sadistic and cruel species known for surgical mutilation. Note that power blockades do very little at first to diminish demonic power—that's determined by the planetary hour; but, it does prevent the demonic agenda from moving forward
Today, I think I may have found at least one solid answer: They're too busy fending off the evil they can see (humans). Even though I have somehow managed to maintain a healthy, active interest in both avenues from which evil comes, demons and humans do have a tendency to overshadow each other's efforts to a degree that may make you want to forget about one over the other:
The peak is from a larger-than-normal interest in the issues presented in this post, which also foreshadow the usual receipt of hate mail from demon people; their situation is not only adversely impacted by exposure, but so also is their ability to do anything about it, due in part to the power blockade
The following recent and ongoing experience may suggest why others may be inclined to attend to just one, too:

For your reference, the court order referred to by me in the video is provided below. The history behind it is this: In April 2014, a county judge ordered the PACE Clinic to allow peaceful contact with employees at its clinic, based in part on the circumstances of the case (listed on second page), but also because it was understood that the PACE Clinic is the only option for treatment of HIV/AIDS per my managed health insurance plan. Even still, PACE Clinic is refusing each and every referral it receives, and neither the clinic nor VMC is providing any means of alternative treatment.

This is a court snap-out, which the clerk files with a case to reflect orders by the presiding judge in a given hearing. A little more than halfway down the page on the left side, "Peaceful Contact," is indicated, and an arrow is drawn towards the word, "victim." Next to that, "No contact," is crossed out.

This is unusual in situations where someone has been declared a victim; however, the judge wrote on page 2 his reasons for an exemption, and he orally cited another reason in open court (specifically, that PACE Clinic is my only option). Counsel for the victim agreed to the conditions of the contact agreement in court, but has since barred me from attending their clinic.

The Ben-Gay-anus affair
A few days ago, a VMC doctor, who had refused to order even one dose of an anti-diarrhea medication after having been admitted to VMC for acute C. Diff., ordered a nurse to apply the equivalent of prescription-strength Ben-Gay on an anus torn in at least two places by nearly a dozen bowel movements per day:
Instead of Lidocaine or other appropriate ointment for relieving pain from damaged rectal tissue, and doctor ordered, and a nurse applied, the equivalent of prescription-strength Ben-Gay to a highly inflamed (and possibly infected) anus
WARNING | The following post contains an image intended to illustrate the extent of a medical condition involving the human anus and rectum; in no way, shape or form should its use be construed as provided for any other purpose (e.g., prurient, sexual, etc.). Even still, it may not be appropriate for all audiences. Accordingly, viewers must be at least 18 years old, and consent to viewing such images.
Imagine the pain that is causing to someone who already could not squelch his own screams while using the toilet:
Three hemorrhoids and multiple tears in my anus—to which a doctor ordered and a nurse administered Ben-Gay—make even diarrhea excruciatingly painful; also of note: the inflammation and pain occurred after my arrival to VMC—not prior
I must have clenched my teeth too hard from the constant 'noggin crunches and pain during bowel movements while here that I finally cracked a molar:
A lower molar (second from the back) cracked in two; a full dental examination was just conducted less than a week ago, including X-rays and cleaning, when no problems were discovered
NOTE | 'Noggin crunches cause short-term memory loss, so sometimes, you don't know you're clenching during an assault employing them; moreover, I don't know what "masturbate his cerebellum" means exactly, but that may also have an affect on memory.
Imagine the confusion that is causing to someone who had just been prescribed Lidocaine ointment by another doctor on the shift prior, and who never requested a substitute—at least not one that adds burning-Hell hot to burning-Hell hot!

Another experience: Burning pain or jail?
In spite of over a dozen demands to be transferred to another hospital, I still sit inside an isolation unit at VMC, pondering the very first thing that happened when I got out of the car upon arriving at the emergency room here.

On that night, less than two steps from the car, I was stopped by a deputy asking if I was the patient that had "escaped" the hospital earlier that day. Of course, I was not, but he still ran my name to make sure.

I speculate that getting up and jetting might result in yet another arbitrary and false arrest, the most recent of which was documented in False arrest, incarceration leads to 17th solved murder.

Still trying to leave, while being dehydrated
After being told by a nurse that I couldn't have an IV drip anymore, even though the doctor had an order for one on file, I amplified my request for transfer by calling 911 (Paramedics) for an emergency transfer to O'Connor Hospital.
NOTE | They never showed up.
Basically, the nurse said my drip went too fast, and that I was out of a liter of local pharmacy-compounded saltwater far sooner than she expected. She went further to say that the machine that dispenses the contents of the bag must be broken, and was sent for repair. When I inquired about a replacement, she said that was "our only one in the whole hospital for you."

The nurse supervisor on duty clarified for the nurse who tried that on me that, if there is a doctor's order for an IV, you institute an IV—not punishment by dehydration for suspecting that a patient fiddled with the titration (that is actually what she admitted to, more or less):
A temperature of 100.7° was recorded within an hour of the cessation of hydrating IV fluids, a direct and consistent result of my inability to retain sufficient fluids due to nearly a dozen bowel movements per day
I immediately dialed 911, hoping for a quick exit from the sheer stupidity and patronizing attitude of the heathen filth standing at my bedside, and, for awhile, I thought EMTs were actually on the way to facilitate the transfer.

Sleep deprivation
This isn't obvious to anyone I know, but sleep deprivation in the form of frequent, scheduled interrupted sleep is a demonic torture mainstay. No other tactic is more heavily employed by demons and their people, and that goes double at VMC.
NOTE | In the hospital industry, they call this the "midnight raid."
During sleeping hours, I am awakened every hour, on the hour, just as I am at home; however, instead of something supernatural being the cause, it's a nurse at 11 PM, announcing their presence. Then it's a nurse at 12 AM for medication. Then it's a nurse at 1 AM for vitals. Then it's a nurse at 2 AM to ask about urination and bowel movements. Then it's a nurse at 3 AM for medication. Then it's a nurse at 4 AM for blood tests. Then it's a nurse at 5 AM for vitals. Then it's a nurse at 6 AM to replace the liners in the soiled linens dispenser. Then it's breakfast at 7 AM. Then it's a doctor at 8 AM for morning rounds. The rest of the day, you're constantly calling for your meals, fresh linens, towels, housekeeping, begging for release, wiping Ben-Gay off your anus, etc.; but, nothing like every hour.

Still at VMC...
Still at VMC two days later, with no means of transportation to another hospital (Long refused to drive me to another hospital), I just discovered that the antibiotic I've been given every 12 hours was ordered for every 6 hours. In other words, I've been getting half a dose a day, and that at the lowest dose, even though this illness is four-months in the running:
Doctors prescribed the minimum dose of Vancomycin, while nurses have been administering it only half of the prescribed number of times; consequently, there have been no improvements in my condition at all
I continue to ask for transfer, am told that it will happen, but then it never does. I will likely simply get up, and walk over to O'Connor myself. Who would be stupid enough to just sit here?

Other patient reviews match story
I'll post more as the situation warrants (I could do that now, but the point has been made). In the meantime, search for VMC on this blog for a glimpse at its sketchy history.

You can also read these recent Yelp! reviews of VMC's treatment of other patients, some of which mirror my situation exactly:

From rock r. on 12/30/2014:
awful place. I went there with my son becaue he had just lost his job and was feeling depressed. The intake receptionist asked him some questions and next thing he was escourted to a locked room and they would not tell us what was was going on. It took us a full day to get him out of there. At the end of the night he was finally discharged without anything. What a nightmare this experience was. Horrible, incompetent people
who treat anyone who says they feel sad like a crazy and are ready to lock you up.
This was a truly a nightmare. I have called the director of admitions office at the hospital severl times and left a message and they never called me back.
From Cecilia N. on 1/31/2015:
I received a parking citation for parking in the visitor spot for over 3 hours. In reality, I actually parked in the parking spot for 2 hours and 15 minutes and went to get some lunch for an hour and come back and parked at the same spot for another 2 hours and 45 minutes. I parked in the same spot because it was the only spot that was open left and it is the farthest away from the hospital entrance. (And I park far from the entrance because I am capable of walking and am considerate of other people who have trouble walking) This caused the police officer/sheriff to think that I parked in the same parking spot for over 3 hours but in reality, I did not. If I had known that the police officer was going to assume I parked in the same spot for 3 hours, I would have parked in a different spot. But I am considerate and did not want to park in a different spot that is closer to the hospital entrance while those who have trouble walking need that closer parking spot more than me. I am a very responsible driver and ever since I received my license, I have never received any sort of parking, speeding, or driving ticket/citation. I am very careful in obeying the parking and driving laws/rules/obligations. 1 star because of the parking citation.
NOTE | Something similar happened to Long, twice in the past year, but involving the improper wearing of a seatbelt while sitting in a parked car; both citations were dismissed.
From Vanessa B. on 1/6/2015:
Worst experiences ever! Every staff member is extremely rude and lazy as f***.. They're horrible at their job as well as the doctors. Lab results take forever/get lost. This is the shittiest place do yourself a favor and just go somewhere else. Went to ingrid bossen (obgyn) for a yearly check up. She forgot to even do a breast exam. Staff is rude and never calls back. Most unprofessional place i've ever experienced for a medical facility.
NOTE | I don't know about lost test results, but I know something about falsified results and test dates [see AIDS | Dr. Crapo lies, gets caught in same].
From Trena C. on 3/5/2015:
I would give zero stars if I could. I came here to pick someone off for his last radiation treatment due to cancer. he was super weak and ill, he requested a wheelchair. and they did not bring him one because they didn't have any available as we were told. while exiting, I literally saw 5 wheelchairs by the front door !?!?! horrible service. ugh.
NOTE | After having just written the same thing (above) about an IV dispenser/monitor unit...
From Laly R. on 4/2/2015:
Worst Hospital in the Bay Area period! I don't even know where to start.. This hospital tried billing me for coming into the ER I was waiting almost 6 hours and still had not been seen so I just decided to leave. I had came in vomiting and had a bad tummy ache.. So I just left and a few months later I get a bill?! A bill for what I didn't get seen by any doctor I didn't get treated with any medicine?! So why do they want to Bill me for over 1,000 dollars!? Even my insurance said they have the must UNPROFESSIONAL BILLING.. That they have never seen a bill be done so unprofessional! That shoud really tell you a lot.. Stay away from this hospital seriously! So ghetto looking been under construction for over 3 years! And it looks the same! No progress! O'Conner is Definitely a  better hospital! Sucks I have to even give this damn place a star! If I didn't have to I wouldn't AT ALL!
NOTE | Read Hospital bill from Hell (literally) on this blog.
From Minh N. on 9/26/2014:
This review is for the woman who picks up phone calls in patient account services. Not only is she incompetent and likes to pass the responsibility to another completely unrelated department whenever you call in with a legitimate question, she will hang up on you if you're holding the phone for your supervisor to talk to her about the problem at hand. Classy.

NOTE | See the video at the top of this post for an idea of what this women is talking about.
From Angie L. on 6/3/2015:
On Monday the June 25,/2015 my dad was transferred by ambulance to valley medical with suspected heart failure. Reasoning was valley medical has a cardio department to treat him. He was never seen by the cardio department, they would not give his daily prescribed meds, he complained he could after 30 minutes or longer comparing he could not breath they gave him a breathing treatment. They had no heart monitors hooked up to him. The last doctors that seen him named Joyce Ho and Tim Chang told me and my family that my dads heart is fine and he is suffering from anxiety. They lowered his oxygen to 2 and said he no longer needs to be in the observation department (1 step down from ICU) and moved into another department room. Within 20 minutes my fathered coded and was lifeless dead. My dad could have died home in the same manner. Me and my family  believed that he was in a hospital and would get any treatment and care to admit to at least try to save his life. The doctors did almost nothing to preserve his 58 year old life. I and my family had right words after my dad died. Timmy Chang stated my dad needed no heart doc care .. It was his copd lung disorder that was my dads problem. Timmy stated that my dads enxziems came down and showed no signs of heart distress concern for a cardio doc.
So with a patient that was a smoker,over weight, copd, fluid on lungs and heart, enxziems and blood levels shown he had a heart attack or was in the verge of one, extreme difficulty breathing ...JOYCE HO MD. Based his case on ANIXIETY AND LOWERS HIS Co2. My dad died June 27,2015 without a doctors care to help him have a fighting chance. If you have a family member that is going to valley medical for some of the same reasons and would like to talk you can reach me direct at (408)767-9774 Angela
Ps TIMMY CHANG MD double talked a lot of lies he said they ordered my dads co2 to come up to 8.. I said when did you have the time to do so... You went right into a meeting before you ordered it dorm to 2 and my dad was dead within 20 minutes after wile you were in your meeting. TIMMY CHANG WAS LEFT WITH HIS MOUTH OPEN IN A LIE AND JOYCE HO MD who had say over my dads life is a dermatologist... A dermatologists called the decisions for my dads heart failure conditions on its just ANXIETY.
NOTE | Read AIDS | Dr. Crapo lies, gets caught in same.
From Melinda T. on 1/3/2015:
First of all, I created a yelp just to review this place. My mom went to the emergency room because she had severe stomach pains and we had to spend 8 hours in jail, and by jail I mean the waiting room. The emergency room was tremendously slow, rooms get taken by other people, slow service at the laboratory, employees just casually chatting with each other instead of taking in patients. I felt like I was in a car dealer but worse. There was literally no real food for visitors to purchase, so if you really need to come here I would suggest bringing your phone charger, food and entertainment! I absolutely hate this hospital, I would rather go to Kaiser Permanente any time over this, but this was the only one that accepted Medicare.
The only good part about this hospital was when a janitor gave me a Webcol wipe to cleanse my phone from the ground while it was charging.
This hospital sucks ass period.
Search for Valley Medical Center on Yelp! for more consumer reviews like these.

Your signature on the form or jail?
A form I was forced to sign while police officers waited outside my hospital room, which self-releases me from VMC hospital, and which, by inference and implication, I would be arrested for not signing:

This is after four days of their refusal to transfer me to another hospital, and after four days of lying about their progress in doing so (it took me 15 minutes on the phone to get my insurance switched to "straight" Medi-Cal, which covers costs at any hospital; VMC insisted that this was not a possibility, and went about looking for options to make me pay for services—even when they could have made an emergency referral, which would have covered costs no matter what insurance plan).

Oh, my current temperature: a 100.2° fever.

Christian support
After posting this...
Finally, brethren, pray for us...that we may be delivered from unreasonable and wicked men: for all men have not faith. 
...I got this...
I quoted the scripture above, and less than half a day later, this response from what is tantamount to a group of complete (but oh-so-welcome) strangers

...and this:
Since starting this post two days ago, an outpouring of support and prayers from Christians on Facebook,
which continues even now, flooded my Notifications
And, this from my preacher:

I was ejected into the streets after VMC refused access to the paramedics team I called via 911, who I had asked to transport me to a different hospital; I intend to use everything I have to raise awareness of VMC's ties to demons, and the means in which it uses to help the "aging" (aka dying) process for people demons don't like

Ghost hunters & exorcists: liars or fools?

Just like so many self-proclaimed paranormal experts, I recently undertook my own "quest into the unknown," seeking to determine whether charlatans that claim to investigate ghosts and exorcise demons actually turn into giant serpents behind closed doors and cuddle up inside Lord Voldemort's lap, being the sick evil they appear to be otherwise. They're that sleazy to me, particularly after my history of dealings with them, which suggests that I might actually see just that.

Over the past several years, I've given every paranormal investigator/researcher in the world (over 1,000) an opportunity to weigh in with what each and every one of us have by now had personal encounters, namely, demons, and to demonstrate their knowledge of same. All I can say after those attempts is this: what an embarrassment and disgrace to humanity they are, acting as if they are only people alive on Earth that have had no contact with demons at all! Maybe they are not lying; but, that leaves only one explanation: demons skipped over just them as a kind of joke.

Since the time of the various posts that still haunt and humiliate them, I've given up on finding an honest and informed paranormal expert, instead concluding that if there is a such a thing as help, an expert or a researcher, I'm it (if not in actuality, then by comparison).
NOTE | Of course, in all fairness, I'm the only one I know of in the world with the home field advantage, as it were...lol!
Despite having abandoned the ignorant to their ignorance, I occasionally solicit encounters like this one on LinkedIn, which occurred about a month ago, just to remind myself of the sheer idiocy out there:
Being able to demonstrate at all times, in all places, in all ways, and to all persons the presence and reality of demons assures my credibility and marks the distinction between me and all those posing as experts or experienced when they are, in fact, clearly not.