Nightmare Hospitals
Misdiagnosed at a hospital, beaten for trying to leave
"UPPER MARLBORO, Md. (CN) - A man who was hurt in a car crash but was misidentified as a cancer patient claims security guards at Prince George's Hospital beat him up when he tried to leave the hospital to avoid chest surgery he didn't need - "to have a potentially cancerous mass removed from his chest." He adds that one guard repeatedly called him "bitch" as he roughed him up. Joseph Wheeler says a June 23 car accident put him in the hospital, which is owned by Dimensions Health Corporation. When he woke up hungry on June 24 and asked a nurse for food, she told him he couldn't eat because he was scheduled for surgery, Wheeler claims in Prince George's County Court. Wheeler says the nurse checked his identification bracelet and told him the surgery was "to have a potentially cancerous mass removed from his chest." Wheeler says his ID bracelet "contained a name that was different from Mr. Wheeler's, appeared to be that of a woman, and had a birth date that was 13 years prior to his own." The complaint continues: "Mr. Wheeler, still in serious pain from the car accident and subsequent treatment from injuries sustained, was starting to fear for his safety as the hospital had misidentified him and he was being prepped to go into a surgery that he knew nothing about. "At this point, Mr. Wheeler's wife, Felicia Ann Wheeler, came into the room to see her husband. Mr. Wheeler immediately told Mrs. Wheeler about what was taking place. The Wheelers decided that it was in their best interest to leave Prince George's Hospital Center and seek medical care for Mr. Wheeler elsewhere." Mrs. Wheeler confirmed with nurses outside her husband's room that he was scheduled for cancer surgery, and when she told the nurses that she and her husband were leaving, "an argument ensued." According to the increasingly bizarre complaint, Mr. Wheeler, "hearing the argument, took out his I/V, got out of the hospital bed, put his clothes on, and started to walk out of the room. He was bleeding from the spot on his hand where that I/V had been connected. "Mrs. Wheeler and the nurse met Mr. Wheeler at the door. The nurse told Mr. Wheeler that he was not allowed to leave. She put a bandage on Mr. Wheeler's hand to stop the bleeding from the I/V spot, and then yelled for security. "Mr. Wheeler, now bandaged and clothed, began to walk toward the exit of the floor while his wife gathered the rest of his belongings. As he moved toward the exit, two large men in security uniforms moved quickly toward Mr. Wheeler." These men, defendants William Reese and Donovan Scott, worked for the hospital and/or defendant Broadway Services, according to the complaint. The Wheelers say the two security guards were "immediately hostile." "Defendant Scott harshly asked, 'Where do you think you're going?' Mr. Wheeler told both Reese and Scott that his business was finished at the hospital and that he was on his way out," the complaint states. "In the moments immediately following this exchange, defendant Scott began to appear angry and upset with Mr. Wheeler. He began to use profanity directed at Mr. Wheeler about getting back to Wheeler's 'damn room.' "At this point the two officers put on black padded gloves in front of Mr. Wheeler and defendant Scott started to hit his fist against his own hand and moved closer in proximity to Wheeler's face. Defendant Scott appeared angry and agitated." Wheeler, "in fear for his safety," tried to reason with the guards. "He told the officers that he had been in a serious car accident and suffered from multiple injuries to the torso and shoulders. Wheeler also told the officers that he was retired from the St. Mary's County Sheriff's Office and that he knew that the security officers had no right or authority to detain him. Wheeler stated that he wanted to leave." At that point, Wheeler says, Scott grabbed him and shoved him "hard from behind into the adjacent wall and metal railing," hurting his ribs. The complaint continues: "Mr. Wheeler, in serious pain and feeling like he was going to black out, fell to floor. Defendant Scott stood over him and yelled, 'Get off the floor bitch! This game is over!' "Defendant Scott continued, 'I don't care who you think you are, this is my camp, you listen to what I got to say!' The vocal officer then grabbed Mr. Wheeler and pulled him up off of the ground as Wheeler pleaded with the officer to stop hurting him. "At this point the defendant Reese said to the vocal officer, 'Man, ease up on him. He might really be hurt.' Defendant Scott replied, 'Hell no, he don't come up in here and be telling us what the fuck to do!'" As the two guards "escorted" him back to his room, "Scott accused Wheeler of attempting to push the second officer down a flight of stairs," and "continued to shout expletives at Wheeler," according to the complaint. Wheeler says the men took him to the hospital security office, where an unidentified lieutenant questioned him. "After Mr. Wheeler explained what had happened, the lieutenant looked at Wheeler's hospital-provided identification bracelet and acknowledged that Wheeler had been misidentified," Wheeler says. But that was not the end of the conflict. Wheeler says the lieutenant became agitated when he would not return the incorrect bracelet, and ordered the security guards to stop him from leaving. He says a plainclothes hospital employee, a woman he identifies as an "administrator ... intervened in the conversation" and after he explained the situation, said she would make sure he "would have his own private room and any type of drug he wanted, just to name the pain killer." Wheeler says he and his wife chose to leave the hospital, but when he tried to leave with the incorrect ID bracelet, one of the security guards "charged Wheeler, again calling Wheeler 'bitch,' and shoved him against the wall." "Mr. Wheeler spent the next three days at St. Mary's Hospital and was diagnosed with four broken ribs, a sprained shoulder, a ruptured spleen, and a concussion," he says."
Twelve years ago I took an unplanned dismount from my motorcycle. I was dead tired from moving and shouldn't have been riding that morning, went off the road in the Oregon coast range, sailed through the windscreen at about 35 - 40 mph and woke up in blackberry bushes.
Somehow my wife, who was driving ahead of me, felt something had happened and came back, loaded my busted carcass in the car and drove me to the hospital.
I beat myself up pretty good. My whole left side got crushed with my clavicle and all my ribs broken, spleen ruptured and a collapsed lung. Later on the Mrs said that when I got up or laid down in bed it sounded like a box of crackers.
In the hospital I deteriorated. Basically my wife was the only caregiver, trying to wipe me clean as I was laying in a pool of blood and pus. My fever spiked into pass out coma range off and on.
After five days I knew I was dying and had to get out of that place. They had given me two IVs but one was plugged and the other one, in my hand vein, was sideways, so I wasn't getting any morphine for the unbelievable pain. Somehow I found the strength to get out of bed, pull the IVs out and struggled into my street clothes.
When I walked out the staff saw me and called security. A bunch of nurses and security goons followed me into the elevator after I think I heard an alarm and some message over an intercom. When my entourage and I got down to ground floor I was confronted by another gaggle of clucking pencil pushers and goons.
At this point something happened. I was very, very weak and highly feverish and could barely walk. But when I was confronted by this group of shitbags who, I'm sure, were first going to talk me into going back to the room and stay in their hospital, and if I didn't listen they would force me, some sort of energy took over. I straightened up, looked them all in the eyes and calmly, rationally, told them all about the miserable care I was getting and how if I wanted to leave then it was my right to get the hell out of there. Where that came from I have absolutely no idea because I was in and out of consciousness. Maybe unlike the fellow in the above horror story, I'm a big muscular guy so they didn't dare to initially lay hands on me even in my busted condition, but it was this unexpected, mysterious energy that truly saved the day for me. I literally overcame their arguments and convinced them to allow me to leave without any violence.
My wife drove me home and I slept for 12 hours straight and broke that terrible fever.
I found out a few days later that the hospital had given me a blood infection from the shitty IVs, and for two weeks I had to carry a gizmo that pumped antibiotics into my arm or my heart valves would have shrivelled and died.
My wonderful wife continued to nurse me back to health.
So much so a month later with only one arm and one leg I dug a barren patch of dirt and put this little garden in at the house we moved to.
"UPPER MARLBORO, Md. (CN) - A man who was hurt in a car crash but was misidentified as a cancer patient claims security guards at Prince George's Hospital beat him up when he tried to leave the hospital to avoid chest surgery he didn't need - "to have a potentially cancerous mass removed from his chest." He adds that one guard repeatedly called him "bitch" as he roughed him up. Joseph Wheeler says a June 23 car accident put him in the hospital, which is owned by Dimensions Health Corporation. When he woke up hungry on June 24 and asked a nurse for food, she told him he couldn't eat because he was scheduled for surgery, Wheeler claims in Prince George's County Court. Wheeler says the nurse checked his identification bracelet and told him the surgery was "to have a potentially cancerous mass removed from his chest." Wheeler says his ID bracelet "contained a name that was different from Mr. Wheeler's, appeared to be that of a woman, and had a birth date that was 13 years prior to his own." The complaint continues: "Mr. Wheeler, still in serious pain from the car accident and subsequent treatment from injuries sustained, was starting to fear for his safety as the hospital had misidentified him and he was being prepped to go into a surgery that he knew nothing about. "At this point, Mr. Wheeler's wife, Felicia Ann Wheeler, came into the room to see her husband. Mr. Wheeler immediately told Mrs. Wheeler about what was taking place. The Wheelers decided that it was in their best interest to leave Prince George's Hospital Center and seek medical care for Mr. Wheeler elsewhere." Mrs. Wheeler confirmed with nurses outside her husband's room that he was scheduled for cancer surgery, and when she told the nurses that she and her husband were leaving, "an argument ensued." According to the increasingly bizarre complaint, Mr. Wheeler, "hearing the argument, took out his I/V, got out of the hospital bed, put his clothes on, and started to walk out of the room. He was bleeding from the spot on his hand where that I/V had been connected. "Mrs. Wheeler and the nurse met Mr. Wheeler at the door. The nurse told Mr. Wheeler that he was not allowed to leave. She put a bandage on Mr. Wheeler's hand to stop the bleeding from the I/V spot, and then yelled for security. "Mr. Wheeler, now bandaged and clothed, began to walk toward the exit of the floor while his wife gathered the rest of his belongings. As he moved toward the exit, two large men in security uniforms moved quickly toward Mr. Wheeler." These men, defendants William Reese and Donovan Scott, worked for the hospital and/or defendant Broadway Services, according to the complaint. The Wheelers say the two security guards were "immediately hostile." "Defendant Scott harshly asked, 'Where do you think you're going?' Mr. Wheeler told both Reese and Scott that his business was finished at the hospital and that he was on his way out," the complaint states. "In the moments immediately following this exchange, defendant Scott began to appear angry and upset with Mr. Wheeler. He began to use profanity directed at Mr. Wheeler about getting back to Wheeler's 'damn room.' "At this point the two officers put on black padded gloves in front of Mr. Wheeler and defendant Scott started to hit his fist against his own hand and moved closer in proximity to Wheeler's face. Defendant Scott appeared angry and agitated." Wheeler, "in fear for his safety," tried to reason with the guards. "He told the officers that he had been in a serious car accident and suffered from multiple injuries to the torso and shoulders. Wheeler also told the officers that he was retired from the St. Mary's County Sheriff's Office and that he knew that the security officers had no right or authority to detain him. Wheeler stated that he wanted to leave." At that point, Wheeler says, Scott grabbed him and shoved him "hard from behind into the adjacent wall and metal railing," hurting his ribs. The complaint continues: "Mr. Wheeler, in serious pain and feeling like he was going to black out, fell to floor. Defendant Scott stood over him and yelled, 'Get off the floor bitch! This game is over!' "Defendant Scott continued, 'I don't care who you think you are, this is my camp, you listen to what I got to say!' The vocal officer then grabbed Mr. Wheeler and pulled him up off of the ground as Wheeler pleaded with the officer to stop hurting him. "At this point the defendant Reese said to the vocal officer, 'Man, ease up on him. He might really be hurt.' Defendant Scott replied, 'Hell no, he don't come up in here and be telling us what the fuck to do!'" As the two guards "escorted" him back to his room, "Scott accused Wheeler of attempting to push the second officer down a flight of stairs," and "continued to shout expletives at Wheeler," according to the complaint. Wheeler says the men took him to the hospital security office, where an unidentified lieutenant questioned him. "After Mr. Wheeler explained what had happened, the lieutenant looked at Wheeler's hospital-provided identification bracelet and acknowledged that Wheeler had been misidentified," Wheeler says. But that was not the end of the conflict. Wheeler says the lieutenant became agitated when he would not return the incorrect bracelet, and ordered the security guards to stop him from leaving. He says a plainclothes hospital employee, a woman he identifies as an "administrator ... intervened in the conversation" and after he explained the situation, said she would make sure he "would have his own private room and any type of drug he wanted, just to name the pain killer." Wheeler says he and his wife chose to leave the hospital, but when he tried to leave with the incorrect ID bracelet, one of the security guards "charged Wheeler, again calling Wheeler 'bitch,' and shoved him against the wall." "Mr. Wheeler spent the next three days at St. Mary's Hospital and was diagnosed with four broken ribs, a sprained shoulder, a ruptured spleen, and a concussion," he says."
Twelve years ago I took an unplanned dismount from my motorcycle. I was dead tired from moving and shouldn't have been riding that morning, went off the road in the Oregon coast range, sailed through the windscreen at about 35 - 40 mph and woke up in blackberry bushes.
Somehow my wife, who was driving ahead of me, felt something had happened and came back, loaded my busted carcass in the car and drove me to the hospital.
I beat myself up pretty good. My whole left side got crushed with my clavicle and all my ribs broken, spleen ruptured and a collapsed lung. Later on the Mrs said that when I got up or laid down in bed it sounded like a box of crackers.
In the hospital I deteriorated. Basically my wife was the only caregiver, trying to wipe me clean as I was laying in a pool of blood and pus. My fever spiked into pass out coma range off and on.
After five days I knew I was dying and had to get out of that place. They had given me two IVs but one was plugged and the other one, in my hand vein, was sideways, so I wasn't getting any morphine for the unbelievable pain. Somehow I found the strength to get out of bed, pull the IVs out and struggled into my street clothes.
When I walked out the staff saw me and called security. A bunch of nurses and security goons followed me into the elevator after I think I heard an alarm and some message over an intercom. When my entourage and I got down to ground floor I was confronted by another gaggle of clucking pencil pushers and goons.
At this point something happened. I was very, very weak and highly feverish and could barely walk. But when I was confronted by this group of shitbags who, I'm sure, were first going to talk me into going back to the room and stay in their hospital, and if I didn't listen they would force me, some sort of energy took over. I straightened up, looked them all in the eyes and calmly, rationally, told them all about the miserable care I was getting and how if I wanted to leave then it was my right to get the hell out of there. Where that came from I have absolutely no idea because I was in and out of consciousness. Maybe unlike the fellow in the above horror story, I'm a big muscular guy so they didn't dare to initially lay hands on me even in my busted condition, but it was this unexpected, mysterious energy that truly saved the day for me. I literally overcame their arguments and convinced them to allow me to leave without any violence.
My wife drove me home and I slept for 12 hours straight and broke that terrible fever.
I found out a few days later that the hospital had given me a blood infection from the shitty IVs, and for two weeks I had to carry a gizmo that pumped antibiotics into my arm or my heart valves would have shrivelled and died.
My wonderful wife continued to nurse me back to health.
So much so a month later with only one arm and one leg I dug a barren patch of dirt and put this little garden in at the house we moved to.
posted by nolocontendere at 5:48 PM
3 Comments:
Interesting stories, Nolo. It just shows how important it is to always question authority and to keep an advocate/helper close by when in the hospital.
gc
I was really busted up with that accident, gc. And the level of abuse I had to go through was truly astounding, I really didn't mention half of it.
And you know, I also didn't mention that I was never charged one penny afterwards because they knew they had fucked up and were afraid of a fat malpractice lawsuit.
The Gods send clues about this situation frequently.
Eddie of Iron Maiden.
Closure of Fitsgeralds Reno/getting kicked out of Fits LV for "counting cards".
WWII's other holocaust:::Unit 731:::tsushogo. And I get blamed because the Gods used me as an excuse to bury it in history, an act positioned with the Japanese and their importance in society.
Stop obsessing. Let it go.
Kidney poison cut into my methanfetamine. The "free" crank had a connection to the employer::::Severe seizures to punish me for stealing. Both punishment for the same offense, one decades later.
And they used Artificial Intelligence to "push" me into stealing to sell the destruction of my health and life in this very public situation, for without it required resistance would have caused great problems in their positioning.
It's just a matter of getting the pieces of the puzzle in place so their tools in highly visible, respected positions don't look bad in the process.
Praying for the end of your wide-awake nightmare.
"You're not going to be able to find work." because the Gods are positioning the Jews preventing me from finding a job.
Sad thing is these people won't have ANYTHING to do with it. The god's positioning enables them the freedom to sell this telepathically. The actual people in these clone hosts have learned far too much to do anything foolish enough like participate. It will set them back and amplify the extreme punishment already in store for them.
If there is ever people willing to participate they are either the youngsters who have yet to learn or a fresh new clone host, some kid freshly in, grumbling about going into a 60, 65 year old decrepid man.
They have shared that when the change is initially made they alter the DNA with Artificial Intelligence, ensuring it is not the same person.
Now depending on their level of activity the Gods switch out for new individuals, ie presidents switched frequently. They say they bring the (m)father's DNA when it is time to conceive, so it is strategically important who is in there for the conception of the children. The same may not be true for typical activity:::the Gods may alter the DNA upon initial clone hosting but it may be a general change. Conception requires specific DNA.
And? So?
So there are no Rockafellers. This was how the Gods eliminated their true importance, for now they are little more than lowly English peasants, ironically.
Now the case can be made that far more men are invited into clone hosting than women, and since lineage is matrilineal it would rather follow that blood line instead.
All it takes is one.
But I wonder if it even matters. Those who learn and are wise enough to refuse the offer of clone hosting still have to repair their relationship with the Gods and hope for a better placement in their next life, one which certainly won't involve being a billionaire. Whether real Rockafellers or DNA alternates is of no concequence. Their goal is still ascention, which takes work and dedication. Being/thinking you're capitalism royalty invites a host of temptations, including grandeur and self-importance, which are all damaging to a good relationship with the Gods.
If only they can overcome the temptations that money brings, like ample stunning women and Scarface piles of cocaine.
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