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/><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEACR38-fCp7ImA9WhRVFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860443120773365537.post-6669828609312955421</id><published>2012-01-13T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T18:06:06.154-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T18:06:06.154-08:00</app:edited><title>Net Censorship for Mental Patients</title><content type="html">It has been a long time since my last blog entry, but I am driven to update it by publishing the outrageous net censorship imposed on mental patients in Jarrowair &amp;amp; Bamal. Private internet on a patient&amp;#39;s own laptop is no longer permitted, it has been banned. The mental health power mad Nazis want to stop up from writing about life on the ward &amp;amp; discussing other patients. Well, I was given permission by my former case manager Rita a long time ago to write in my blog about HDU, Jarrowair &amp;amp; Bamal &amp;amp; to discuss other patients with the only imposed condition being that I could only use 1st names, strictly no surnames permitted. So I contacted a close ally in the community on the phone &amp;amp; dictated this blog entry to him to alert the world as to how us mental patients are being denied free access of the net. We do get limited supervised net access on the hospital computer, but facebook &amp;amp; blogs are not permitted. Bloody outrageous, so I complained about this&lt;br&gt; deprivation of our civil liberties. I will take it to the Ombudsman if my complaint does not overturn the mental ward policy. Anyway,on to other matters, I have been incarcerated here since the 13th December, 1st week in Jarrowair, since then in Bamal. No statement of reasons was furnished to me, which I intend to complain about upon my release from this mental ward imprisonment, as the last time I rang the acting complaints facilitator Colleen to complain about the pharmacy billing me for an antipsychotic injection, she refused to accept it. I was finally given info on why I was incarcerated in the mental ward by my Psychiatrist David nearly a full month after admission, he said it was because I was agitated. I&amp;#39;m no longer on flupenthixol as it was a typical drug which eventually causes tardive dyskinesia, which I am shit scared of getting on long term treatment, so I requested a change to Risperdal, which is an atypical &amp;amp; believed by the eggheads to&lt;br&gt; carry a much lower risk of developing tardive dyskinesia, which makes me a little happier, however the downside is that it is a larger molecule than the old typicals, so it requires a large bore needle, and the shots with it hurt like fuck. So I pleaded with the heartless fucks to permit me to go on orals, my case manager Russell says it is an option to try an application to the cerebral palsy league to see if they are willing to come to my residence twice per day to witness me taking the orals. However, the application may be knocked back &amp;amp; I may then only have the blue care nurses to do it, but that option would cost over $1k per year, which is just too darned expensive on a disability pension. However, I am plotting to visit my GP upon release from this incarceration to get a script for Risperdal wafer 2mg &amp;amp; then record webcam video to hard disk of myself taking the morning &amp;amp; evening oral dose of risperdal &amp;amp; then uploading it to sendspace &amp;amp; then&lt;br&gt; sending my case manager Russell the download link. If the heartless fuckers continue to give me risperdal shots even despite witnessing the video footage of compliiance with orals, then they will be overdosing me &amp;amp; putting me at risk of extrapyrimidal side effect symptoms. I outlined this scheme to my case manager Russell &amp;amp; he reckoned I would give then tampered video footage. However, I imagine each video would be approximately 30 seconds long, &amp;amp; at 25 or 30 frames per second, it would amount to a whopping 900 or so still frames one would have to tamper with in each video, which just isn&amp;#39;t viable in a single day, it would be a great deal of work. What do they think I am, Superman or something? I met a friendly patient in here named Kathleen. She had a paranoid delusional ideation that there was surveillance on her mobile phone. I mentioned Dr Jock my 2nd opinion psychiatrist &amp;amp; her parents know him from his days in Perth! Another patient inhere is&lt;br&gt; Beata, a Polish immigrant who thinks about architectural symbols all the time. She wrote out in depth explanation to her shrink to prove her interest in symbols is not a delusion or mental illness. I advised her not to give it to the shrinks or be telling them about how focussed she is on symbols, but she refused to pay heed to my wisdom to keep her thoughts to herself &amp;amp; to not be telling the shrinks anything. The more you tell those shrink bastards, the more they fuck with your brain chemistry. Anyway, I am keeping my distance from her now, as I discovered that she has an acid tongue, she got aggressive with me, raised her voice &amp;amp; insulted me by calling me stupid. Amazingly enough, she turns out to be Colin&amp;#39;s girl. He is my friend whom I met during my last mental ward incarceration. There is a nice quiet chap here who hears voices, Thomas is his name, been on the ward since March 2011 for breaking the law. On a forensic order, still awaiting trial,&lt;br&gt; proceedings went from magistrates court to mental health court &amp;amp; then bounced back to magistrates court as the shrinks believed he was fit for trial. He spent some time in prison &amp;amp; was bashed mercilessly before making it here to the safe confines of the mental ward. He is hoping desperately not to return to prison. Anyway, that is about all the gossip I have to dictate to my ally on the outside over the phone, so I will end it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860443120773365537-6669828609312955421?l=jamespatrickdarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When he arrived he presented me with a statement  of reasons, which said the reasons I was being readmitted as in inpatient was  because they had identified escalating behaviours similar to the index offence,  &amp;amp; evidence of both positive &amp;amp; negative symptoms of schizophrenia  despite compliance with medication. It stated that further extended assessment  in inpatient setting was required to review medication regime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The index offence mentioned is the stalking.  My former case manager cum nurse (Rita) said that she didn't want any more  trivial chit chat communications from me in-between appointments, which I  thought implied that I was still able to communicate with her about important  matters, so I continued to fax her about topics that I thought were important,  but she thought I was stalking her, so go figure. Anyway, one shrink seemed to  be angling that I was in love with her (although he didn't explicitly state  that), but I wouldn't fall in love with her in a fit, although I did think of  her as a friend (big mistake). Rita stated at the tribunal that she  blanketly forbid any contact with her in-between appointments, so I don't know  if I misunderstood what she said to me, or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As for positive symptoms, that is delusional  thinking that my former shrink (Dr S.) stated at the tribunal that I was an  expert at hiding, but the truth is I haven't had a delusional thought in my head  for something going on 5 years now, so where they arrived at the conclusion that  I was suffering positive symptoms (delusions) I have no idea. I guess because  last time I was stalking my former Queensland Rail work acquaintance (Kerri) I  actually was delusional, so they must have thought that if I was stalking now  then that must mean I am delusional again, but that conclusion by mental health  was erroneous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for negative symptoms, that is the  hygiene neglect, but that has been going on for years prior to the schizophrenia  diagnosis &amp;amp; has nothing to do with schizophrenia. Anyway, a couple of weeks  into detention in the chokey, a shrink tells me that unless I have the house  plumbing repaired so that the drains work &amp;amp; the hot water system works to  enable me to bath &amp;amp; launder clothes, then mental health would put in an  application for the Public Trustee to take over my assets. I nearly shit when I  heard that threat from mental health. So I told Mum what they said &amp;amp; she had  the idea that if I gave her control via enduring power of attorney, that would  cut mental health off at the pass, they would not succeed in getting the public  trustee to take over assets &amp;amp; finances. So Mum contacted Groom &amp;amp; Lavers  lawyers &amp;amp; arranged an appointment to have it done, but mental health  couldn't find an escort to take me to the solicitor (escorted leave was all that  was granted), so the lawyer came to me in hospital (twice), 2nd time to  sign the papers. The shrink was very curious about this state of affairs, &amp;amp;  he wanted to know what the lawyer was for, &amp;amp; I replied that it was  confidential (in other words none of his fucking business), but he continued to  harangue me for information, so I eventually disclosed to the shrink the reason  for the solicitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also told by a shrink that I would be forced to pay $50.00 a day rent after 35 days. This threat also made me shit. The pension isn't much more than $50.00 per day, so they would have been taking nearly all my income as rent &amp;amp; board just to be involuntarily detained in hospital. I mentioned this to the friend I made in hospital (Darrell), his idea was that I was in an acute ward (AMHU - Acute Mental Health Unit) &amp;amp; acute patients aren't charged room &amp;amp; board like other patients. I also asked the Bamal NUM (David) &amp;amp; his idea was the same as Darrell's &amp;amp; he stated that an acute certificate would have been lodged for me, &amp;amp; I would only be charged rent if I refused eventual discharge. So perhaps that shrink was bluffing, but I will just wait &amp;amp; see if I receive any bills from Queensland Health for the hospitalisation for a couple of weeks before I am relieved of this worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to send a fax from Bamal  (I was transferred into the unlocked Bamal ward after a couple of weeks in the  Jarrowair locked ward based on my word that I wouldn't escape) to my bank to get  early maturity on a few thousand to pay the plumbing bill &amp;amp; for the tree  removal (tree roots were in the pipe which is why the drains wouldn't function)  which came close to $2,300 combined for the two (2) invoices (payment terms 7  days), but the friggin' nurse refused to send the fax (nosey bitch read it &amp;amp;  saw it was about finances) on the basis that I was mentally bereft &amp;amp; hence I  would require approval from my enduring power of attorney, thus I had to get  onto Mum to tell the nurse that it was okay to get the money to pay the  tradesmens invoices. So I was bloody regretting that I yielded to that shrink's  pressure to tell him what the solicitor was for. Anyway, what did they expect me  to friggin' well pay with, they made it a condition of release from hospital  that I have the plumbing services restored which was going to cost money, so how  the hell did that ignorant bloody nurse expect me to pay the bills if she wasn't  going to send the fax? Also, she was adamant it would require my presence at the  bank to get early maturity for the portion of my term deposit that I wanted to  access, but I told her that I had contacted my bank &amp;amp; they instructed that a  faxed signature was fine, but she refused to believe, damned disbelieving  whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made two (2) friends in Jarrowair/Bamal  (Colin &amp;amp; Darrell). Darrell is a farmer who spent a few grand on the pokies  &amp;amp; his wife decided to divorce him on that fact. Her greed knows to bounds,  her solicitor tells Darrell that she wants an 80/20 split (80% in her favour) of  the assets, which after the bank takes their share is worth $3 million. Darrell  is hoping for an amicable (lawyer free) 50/50 split of the family assets. He was  in the mental ward because he couldn't sleep, I guess from worry. His shrink  prescribed him risperidone, which he says he is happy to take as it makes him  feel good. He 1st saw a private shrink who put him on medication which he  stopped taking, &amp;amp; then when Queensland Health discovered that fact they put  him on an ITO (Involuntary Treatment Order). His tribunal hearing was recent  &amp;amp; they were talking of lifting the ITO prior to the next 6 monthly hearing,  so they must be happy with him taking his meds without objecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin is very intelligent, he went to  university &amp;amp; he has a bachelor of arts degree. He has some pacing problem  &amp;amp; hand spasm thing with agitation of the limbs (arms). He says medication  isn't the answer, he doesn't like being drugged against his will (he is on  an ITO too), but the medication doesn't appear to have helped him much, he still  has the pacing &amp;amp; spasms &amp;amp; limb agitation thing happening. His shrink  made it conditional upon release that he accept injected medication together  with taking oral meds too, which is a real imposition I believe. When he was  discharged he was issued a box of injectable medication vials, which is GP will  administer. He works in the library at the Baillie Henderson asylum as a peer  support worker, a job which he attained via regular attendance at clubhouse.  Colin &amp;amp; I have some overlapping interests, mainly science fiction TV &amp;amp;  movies, which we discussed at length during our stay in the mental ward of  Toowoomba Base Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for 6 weeks I languished in the mental  ward, before the shrink would discharge me, once the condition of  having the house plumbing repaired had been met. I haven't heard  anything about what they continued to believe re the positive symptoms they  believed I suffered (i.e. delusions), so I guess after 6 weeks of observation  &amp;amp; not hearing a single delusional word come from my mouth, they were  satisfied that I was not suffering positive symptoms. When I was 1st admitted,  every time I was asked by a mental health professional why I believed I was in  hospital, I replied because the stalking had relapsed, but one shrink asked me  why I believed that was the case, which led me to doubt that printed reason in  the statement of reasons, the shrink seemed to be pushing the angle that I was  only in hospital for hygiene neglect due to having non functioning drains &amp;amp;  hot water. Don't these shrinks talk to each other? One shrink reckons one thing,  another shrink reckons another thing, so they don't seem to communicate.  Argument point, I recently asked the most recent shrink I have seen (David)  about the taking over of my assets &amp;amp; financial affairs by the public  trustee, &amp;amp; he denied it was an option, so the shrinks definitely don't  discuss these things with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same shrink (David) tells me I am  currently seeing messages in street signs &amp;amp; car number plates, but I was  frustrated by that claim &amp;amp; vehemently denied it, &amp;amp; then he tells me my  former case manager cum nurse (Rita) told him this was the case re the messages,  so where she got that idea from I don't know, certainly not from  me, one potential explanation is that the bitch is trying to  railroad me, so I put in a yellow complaint form about it, I haven't heard a  response as yet, &amp;amp; I guess I won't hear a single word uttered in response to  that particular complaint. I haven't seen messages for something like 5 years,  so perhaps she was just mentioning to him my history to familiarize him with my  case seeing he is a newly appointed shrink, &amp;amp; he misunderstood what she was  telling him? That would be a more believable explanation than to believe Rita  was trying to railroad me. So I'll choose to believe that instead, it would be  somewhat paranoid to believe she was trying to railroad me, &amp;amp; they tell me I  have a problem with paranoia. I guess that is why my diagnosis is paranoid  schizophrenia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 weekly injectable medication has been  maintained at the 3 weekly level, it hasn't reverted to a 2 weekly jab, which I  feared would happen as a result of my hospitalization, so that would appear to  suggest that the shrinks are happy that I'm not suffering delusions. However,  the medication has changed from zuclopenthixol to flupenthixol, because the  former has been struck off the PBS (Pharmaceutical Benefits Scheme) by the  Commonwealth, so to continue to receive a free medication, the drug has to be  changed to the latter medication, but my new case manager cum nurse (Russell)  tells me that there is a threat that the latter drug will be discontinued from  PBS coverage too, so he told me the drug I would be put on in that circumstance,  but it was something I haven't heard of before &amp;amp; I am not familiar with, so  I am unable to relay here in this blog just what that medication will be in that  eventuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday 7 April 2011 I was due for  discharge, but my shrink (David) tells me it is a condition of discharge  that I permit my case manager entry to my home, but I objected &amp;amp; refused  that condition, so he cancelled the discharge &amp;amp; gave me leave instead to  return to hospital by Monday 11 April 2011 10:00am. I didn't exploit the leave  to go home as I didn't feel like moving stuff from hospital to home &amp;amp; then  back to hospital again, so I was happy to remain in the Bamal mental ward until  discharge on Monday 11th April 2011. However, early Saturday morning 9th April  2011, a night shift nurse (Deborah?) spotted my mobile &amp;amp; claimed it had a  camera &amp;amp; she was going to seize it, I showed her my Forbes Batteries (mobile  specialists) letter addressed to "Whom it may concern" stating that they had  removed the camera from my Nokia mobile, but her response was that she didn't  believe the letter, which implied that she thought I had fabricated it on my  computer, she was basically calling me a liar, which infuriated me. So I put in  a yellow complaint form about her &amp;amp; took my leave to get my mobile returned  &amp;amp; went home for the weekend. Monday morning when I return to the Bamal  mental ward, I seek out the NUM (Nurse Unit Manager - David) &amp;amp; complained  about the seizure to him in person. He tried activating the camera &amp;amp; saw the  message on the screen that it wasn't functional, &amp;amp; then just to be sure, he  rang Forbes Batteries to receive confirmation that the camera had been removed,  so he gave me permission to have the Nokia with me in the ward, &amp;amp; to boot he  wrote on the Forbes Letter his permission, so that any future challenges from  disbelieving doubting Thomas nurses would be shot down in flames. When I arrived  home I shot off another email to the Queensland Health Staff complaint email  address, &amp;amp; the Departmental Liaison Officer (Gwen) rang me this morning to  confirm the complaint details, so that is 3 times I have complained about the  seizure of my mobile, so I am certain something will come of it. I said to Gwen  that I demanded a written apology from the nurse who seized my mobile, but she  said that is beyond her control. Mum also rang the NUM (David) &amp;amp; expressed  her desire that I receive a written apology for the implied accusation that I  was lying about my mobile not having a camera, but he thought that was  excessive, his idea was that a verbal apology would do, so it remains to be seen  what will happen in response to that complaint about seizure of my cameraless  mobile phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told at one morning meeting that  mobile phones with cameras aren't permitted to be in patients possession all  throughout Queensland Health hospitals, it isn't just a policy imposed on mental  patients. Apparently they are scared a patient will take a photo of another  patient with their mobile &amp;amp; thereby violate the photographed patient's  confidentiality guaranteed by hospital staff, but Queensland Health will permit  a cameraless mobile phone to be in a patient's possession in the ward, &amp;amp; I  complied with that condition by having Mum take my mobile to Forbes Batteries  &amp;amp; having the camera removed from the mobile, so the seizure of my mobile was  a blatant violation of my rights &amp;amp; I am adamant that I receive that apology  from that doubting Thomas nurse who believed that I was lying to her. Friggin'  disbelieving bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shrink (David) tells me that I am in  the pipeline to be under the care of yet another shrink, this must be the 10th  shrink I have had, I am growing weary of this constant merry go round of  revolving shrinks. I wish that I could have just the one shrink that I am  familiar with &amp;amp; who knows me. He stated that I am also in the pipeline  for further hospitalizations, I think if I don't get interests to occupy me  besides texting, email &amp;amp; faxing, so that I'm not making a pest of myself  (i.e. stalking), thus they want me to attend clubhouse &amp;amp; try to  get a job, but all I replied was that I MAY do that, in my book, that is not  committing myself. However, I have been bathing daily &amp;amp; laundering my  clothes since discharge, so hopefully that alone will be enough to keep mental  health off my back &amp;amp; nip any further hospitalizations in the bud. That was  what my former case manager cum nurse (Rita) was always harping on about  (hygiene), so I think that was mental health's major concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another patient I am familiar with from  hospitalization 5 years ago &amp;amp; who is still in hospital, is Jim. He has been  an inpatient for decades, he is constantly shunted between Baillie Henderson  asylum for the intractable cases &amp;amp; Jarrowair locked ward &amp;amp; Bamal. I  showed him my Forbes Batteries letter &amp;amp; he followed suit &amp;amp; took his  mobile phone to them to have the camera removed. So he got his mobile returned  to him this week &amp;amp; I rang him yesterday &amp;amp; he is very happy that he now  has a cameraless mobile he is permitted to have in the ward, so I am pleased for  him. He has a persecutory delusion that doctors have tried to kill him &amp;amp;  that being in the mental ward is unwarranted, he thinks that there is nothing  wrong with him, &amp;amp; he has contacted lawyers &amp;amp; put in a complaint to the  Health Commission or somebody, &amp;amp; now he thinks he is imminently due to  receive hundreds of millions of dollars from Queensland Health in compensation  for each jab he has been forced to take. One nurse asked him if he intended to  escape from the Bamal locked ward, a question which upset Jim, he says he has  never given a thought to escape &amp;amp; wouldn't dream of it. I don't blame him  for getting upset by that nurse's suspicion he was an escape risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally found out about Forbes  Batteries ability to remove cameras from mobile phones from Darrell, he was the  1st one to think of it &amp;amp; take his mobile to Forbes to have the camera  removed. When he showed me his letter, I followed suit &amp;amp; had the camera  removed from my mobile too, &amp;amp; then when I showed my letter to Jim, he  followed suit too. So that is at least 3 of us that I know about who have had  Forbes Batteries remove cameras from mobile phones. Jim is bound to show off his  letter to other patients, so I have no doubt that we will not be the only 3  patients to exploit Forbes Batteries mobile phone modification  service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860443120773365537-37302200038868681?l=jamespatrickdarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Workshops made me redundant in '94 just so they  could give her my duties to keep her busy, because she was just sitting up there  in the top office picking her nose all day, &amp;amp; maggot wanted her to be  busy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;So sack the AO2 &amp;amp; give the duties to the  AO3.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Didn't make sense, she should have been the one to  get the ass, she was costing them a higher salary than I was.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2 face=Arial&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But she was Jim Searston's pet, everybody reckoned he was shagging her,  &amp;amp; I bet that is true, because Rebecca Channing told me she saw Searston  driving Bayntun's car one weekend, so the pair must have been screwing each  other.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Sometimes Bayntun would be on the phone whispering sweet nothings, &amp;amp; I  often imagined it was Searston on the other end of the line, but I didn't know  that for certain.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Searston was on the job panel who interviewed her for the workshops AO3  vacancy, he used his influence to get her the job.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Bloody stinks.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Just a few months after she got the AO3&amp;nbsp;job was when I was made  redundant.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;You can't tell me they went from needing office staff one day &amp;amp; then  suddenly having an excess of office staff just a few months down the  track.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Assholes rigged it.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Yours Friend,&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;James Patrick Darcy&lt;BR&gt;16 Bothwell Street&lt;BR&gt;Newtown  (Toowoomba)&lt;BR&gt;Queensland 4350&lt;BR&gt;Australia&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Tel/Fax:&amp;nbsp; +61 7 4638 8754&lt;BR&gt;Mobile:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; +61 4 3973  6645&lt;BR&gt;Email:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;A  href="mailto:jdarcy3@gmail.com"&gt;jdarcy3@gmail.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Email:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;A  href="mailto:drcyjms@yahoo.com.au"&gt;drcyjms@yahoo.com.au&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860443120773365537-6461118052703214274?l=jamespatrickdarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They also had a link to a video posted on YouTube by Dr "Jock" at Darwin in the Northern Territory here in Australia. So I  contacted him &amp;amp; he advised he is willing to review my clinical report, with  no fee charged at this stage just to review the documents, &amp;amp; he will provide  a 2nd opinion on my case. However, he warned that he is not registered in  Queensland, so even if he provides a positive 2nd opinion stating that I do not  need involuntary treatment imposed on me, the mental health tribunal &amp;amp;  Queensland Health may reject his 2nd opinion. However, I have told him if that  is the case, then I will commit to recompensing him whatever time &amp;amp; effort  would be required on his part to become registered in Queensland to thereby  force the mental health tribunal &amp;amp; Queensland Health to accept his 2nd  opinion &amp;amp; finally let me off this involuntary treatment merry go round  nightmare &amp;amp; say good riddance to mental health once &amp;amp; for all. I faxed  him the last copy of my clinical report which was issued to me in September 2010  as my Case Manager cum Nurse (Rita F.) refused my request for her to fax Dr Jock the clinical report, but she has however done an express order on  updating it &amp;amp; the new updated version is with my Psychiatrist (Dr. S)  awaiting review &amp;amp; endorsement via signature, so it will be about a week  before it is issued to me. Dr Jock says he wants the updated copy too when it  is issued to me, so when I have it I will fax him a copy. I have commented to Dr Jock on the old clinical report to assist him to make his assessment of my  case, &amp;amp; I will submit further comment to him on whatever amendments exist in  the new updated report which I am awaiting to be issued. There is also a  sympathetic Psychologist named Dr Maureen in Adelaide South Australia,  but I have decided not to contact her for an opinion on my case unless Dr Jock's opinion is unfavourable. Dr Jock advised me he is not totally  opposed to involuntary treatment, but he only exercises that option in rare  &amp;amp; exceptional cases, which is pleasing to hear, I just hope &amp;amp; pray that  I'm not an example of one of those rare &amp;amp; exceptional cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860443120773365537-1065293809175007330?l=jamespatrickdarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He suffers  psychosis &amp;amp; repeatedly breaks the law due to being in that frame of mind,  twice now he has bashed girlfriends &amp;amp; been let off the hook, &amp;amp; now he  has just violated an AVO not to contact his former girlfriend bashing victim (he  texted her). He has been charged with an offence, but he is sure to get off the  hook again. For some reason the courts won't imprison him, he is lucky enough to  be able to afford a private psychiatrist, who I think gets him off the legal  hook each &amp;amp; every time &amp;amp; who for some reason fails to refer him to the  mental health court, which would place him on a forensic order forcing him to be  medicated. His private psychiatrist doesn't even insist on medicating him in  absence of an ITO (Involuntary Treatment Order) or forensic order. The law needs  to be amended to force a private psychiatrist's hand so that when a private  psychiatric patient breaks the law, the psychiatrist is forced to refer the  patient to the mental health court. Matthew definitely doesn't deserve any more  chances, he has had his opportunity to behave himself on multiple occasions now,  but he has repeatedly thumbed his nose each time. So why should he continue to  receive lenient treatment? I just wish that I had a lenient private psychiatrist  like Matthew has, so that the time I broke the law &amp;amp; was charged with  stalking &amp;amp; ended up on a forensic order,&amp;nbsp;I would  have&amp;nbsp;alternatively&amp;nbsp;received lenient treatment as well &amp;amp; be let off  the hook without compulsory &amp;amp; involuntary medication, like I am currently  on, as ordered by the mental health court. Some people have all the luck. Being  well heeled sure does have its advantages. There is one law for the rich &amp;amp;  influential &amp;amp; a separate law for the hoi polloi, which bloody stinks. Too  bad I'm not in the former category &amp;amp; am unlucky enough to be a member  of&amp;nbsp;the latter. Matthew has the presence of mind to only attack people who  are weaker than him &amp;amp; who cannot stand up to his attack &amp;amp; defend  themselves, he never attacks burly men who can handle themselves &amp;amp; dish it  out as good as they get, he only attacks the weaker sex, so he is thinking it  through if you ask me &amp;amp; picking his targets, so he has enough presence of  mind to not be let off the hook by the courts &amp;amp; he should be imprisoned,  like happens to plenty of other mentally ill people who break the law &amp;amp; end  up serving time in prison.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860443120773365537-176406908122648196?l=jamespatrickdarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GASkQBiAWQrlifEMCwGUC3PwhhE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GASkQBiAWQrlifEMCwGUC3PwhhE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JamesPatrickDarcy/~4/ZELVC39ACH8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jamespatrickdarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8531283363606878398/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860443120773365537&amp;postID=8531283363606878398" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860443120773365537/posts/default/8531283363606878398?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860443120773365537/posts/default/8531283363606878398?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JamesPatrickDarcy/~3/ZELVC39ACH8/ear-wax-buildup.html" title="Ear Wax Buildup" /><author><name>James Patrick Darcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17592657941167188926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GifHWOoFZWU/S_ltmhsxaAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UDEWwKrbL9M/S220/James+Patrick+Darcy+001.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jamespatrickdarcy.blogspot.com/2011/02/ear-wax-buildup.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQFSX49cCp7ImA9Wx9VGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860443120773365537.post-3549866952936846052</id><published>2011-02-04T02:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T02:11:58.068-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-04T02:11:58.068-08:00</app:edited><title>Calculus On Teeth</title><content type="html">&lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Toowoomba Time &amp;amp; Date: 8:11pm Fri 4 Feb  2011.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;I noticed in the good mirror in the  Jarrowair mental ward bedroom's bathroom that white gunk on my bottom teeth  again. It was cleaned off in October when I had my teeth cleaned, but it is back  now after only 4 months, &amp;amp; there is 8 months to go until the next clean at  the dentist. I think the gunky stuff is called &lt;EM&gt;calculus&lt;/EM&gt;. The stuff  really stands out like dog's nuts when you smile or open your mouth &amp;amp; I wish  I could prevent the unsightly stuff from building up on my teeth. It is really  uncomfortable having the stuff removed at the yearly dental clean, I despise  having it done, but it has to be done, it is mandatory.&amp;nbsp;I didn't use the  Piksters as recommended by the dental hygienist for long, as one of the wires  broke off &amp;amp; got stuck in-between my teeth &amp;amp; it was a real job extracting  it. Piksters for those who don't know are a tiny wire with bristles attached to  it (like a tiny toilet brush) that you insert between your teeth gaps to assist  in cleaning, supposedly superior to dental floss (but not replacing dental  floss). I brush &amp;amp; floss every day so I don't know why the nearly impossible  to remove calculus stuff loves to accumulate on my teeth making them unsightly  to behold.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860443120773365537-3549866952936846052?l=jamespatrickdarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My case manager cum nurse (Rita F.) is the one at fault for talking about  intervention on hygiene &amp;amp; scaring me,&amp;nbsp;I was imagining the worst, being  dragged out of my home kicking &amp;amp; screaming by the fuzz if I resisted mental  health's intervention &amp;amp; ending up back in HDU (High Dependency Unit) &amp;amp;  being jabbed with stupefying agents for resisting &amp;amp; so forth. But Dr S.  assures me that the time I was psychotic &amp;amp; that type of intervention  occurred is different to this time &amp;amp; it is nowhere near as critical, which I  am relieved to hear. But the thing is, they still haven't clarified exactly what  intervention they propose to adopt. Rita asked if I wanted her to remain my case  manager &amp;amp; I gave affirmation as I have established a rapport with  her&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; I don't want to be troubled with having to break in a new case  manager who isn't familiar with my case. Some changes in Jarrowair since I was  last in there 5 years ago. Nurses have a real imposing glass fortress in the  ward now for their nursing station which wasn't there previously, to prevent  patients encroaching into their area. Also cutlery is no longer metal, it is now  all plastic forks &amp;amp; knives &amp;amp; spoons like in HDU. Just as Rita came to  collect me to take me back home, I was in a group where they were telling us we  are allowed to go into Bamal (nearby ward) to use the computers there for up to  2 hours at a time for getting our email &amp;amp; doing our internet banking &amp;amp;  paying bills online &amp;amp; that type of thing. I wonder how secure the computers  are with multiple users surfing the net, they could easily be spyware infested,  I would fear typing in my online bank account password on those public  computers, unless they have SUPERAntiSpyware &amp;amp; I was able to run a scan  first to check to make sure it was safe. SUPERAntiSpyware also checks for root  kits which are devilishly clever spyware programs which can normally avoid  detection. As an alternative form of security, the Bamal computers could  establish a new VM (Virtual Machine) for each web surfing activity which would  then be destroyed at the end to ensure all viruses &amp;amp; spyware get destroyed  at the same time &amp;amp; then a clean VM can be used for the next user, which  would probably be a superior form of security than compared to scanning with  SUPERAntiSpyware. Last time I was in Jarrowair, when the box with the little  tubs of ice cream arrived with dinner, it was a case of the quick &amp;amp; the  dead, otherwise you would miss out, but this time around, the patients in  Jarrowair were really unenthusiastic about the ice cream, there were tubs &amp;amp;  tubs of the stuff just sitting there melting. So I got stuck in &amp;amp; gutsed  myself, must have eaten a litre of ice cream until I was stuffed, then one of  the patients suggested putting the remainder in the freezer, which I never  thought of, so I followed that suggestion. Who should be in Jarrowair this time  around but Jim B who was in there 5 years ago when I was last in there. He must  be really ill &amp;amp; getting admitted frequently for me to encounter him on both  occasions spaced apart by 5 years. He didn't recall me, but I certainly recall  him. I also spotted a few familiar nursing staff faces in Jarrowair, &amp;amp; the  nurse I utterly despise was there too (Kate). Bloody old hag is real bossy, I  was there in Christmas once some years ago &amp;amp; Jarrowair arranged for a bus  to&amp;nbsp;take us on a tour of the homes decorated with Xmas lights, &amp;amp; I sat  in a front seat, &amp;amp; the bossy old bitch gave me the old heave ho out of the  seat to take it herself, instead of finding a seat of her own, bloody old hag.  Anyway, Kate recognized me (even thought I'm bearded this time around) &amp;amp;  called me by name, so she sure does have a sharp &amp;amp; agile  mind.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860443120773365537-5706238522085331288?l=jamespatrickdarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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