Briefly, a nurse injected me with a drug after I told her it could kill me, and asked her to check my medical records, as they would show this. I was physically abused by guards. A boy was possibly killed with a drug injection: I heard his death rattle, and he appeared to be in cyanosis. The physician in charge was Ryan Lamb.
A Mills-Peninsula nurse, Joanne, injected me with a drug AFTER I told her I was severely allergic to the drug, it had nearly killed me once before, and it would kill me if she injected me. I BEGGED her to check the computer records, as it would indicate that I was allergic to the drug. I screamed for help, since she was holding a syringe and she was just about to inject me. Several security guards came into the room, including the Chief of Security, Ken Love. Instead of checking the computer record to see if I was telling the truth, one Asian male security guard (about 25 years old), pinned my hands behind my back, pushed me into a kneeling position on the floor, and smiled down at me while he pressed my chest very hard into a wooden bedframe, and he pressed a pillow against my face, covering my mouth and nose so I couldn't breath. The Chief of Security, Ken Love, smiled and asked, "Can you feel the love?"
The nurse Joanne then pulled up my skirt, and injected me in the hip with the drug that could have killed me. These three just stayed smiling down at me, waiting for the drugs to take effect. I had to ask them repeatedly to give me some dignity and pull my skirt back down. Then the nurse checked the computer record, and wept on the Security Chief's shoulder. They then shipped me off to a different hospital, as their beds were already full. They wanted to take me upstairs to their psychiatric ward; thank God their beds were full. God knows what they would have done to me there. Electroshock? Murder? Coma? Permanent brain damage from a chemical lobotomy? They can do anything and get away with it. By some miracle the drug didn't kill me. A doctor told me it could have done, even though they mixed it with two other drugs: allergic responses increase dramatically with each exposure. The drug paralyzed me and very nearly stopped my heart years ago. These homicidal psychopaths really took a big chance with my life, deliberately. And smiled at me while they were doing it. It turned them on. Likewise, what they did to the boy across the hall turned them on. Read on.
Sadly, I believe they did kill an autistic teen-aged boy in the room across the hall. They had him shackled to a wooden bed, it looked like he had broken his legs thrashing about. His legs were strangely twisted. They left him bare-footed on a cold night (they gave me booties to keep my feet warm, after taking my shoes). He was wailing for his mother for a very long time, just saying "she" over and over again; he was clearly heart-broken at being abandoned by his mother. I knew his story, because I heard the nurse, Mark, talking about him on the phone (a HIPPA privacy-rights violation!). Mark said the boy had severe ADHD, and he had been abandoned for good by his mother, he could never come home again.
The crazy nurse Juanita would repeatedly shriek threats at him, which he clearly wasn't listening to, and didn't even understand. After at least an hour of this, the nurse Mark mixed a chemical cocktail of three drugs and injected him, with the help of five security guards, who pinned-down the already shackled, skinny, frail teen. (As if the boy were violent and dangerous!) The boy suddenly went silent and still.
Hours later, I heard the boy's "death rattle" loudly through both his heavy, closed door, and mine. He was just across the hall from me. About an hour later, when the nurse Juanita opened his door and turned-on the light, I saw him: his toes looked bluish, his veins looked dark grey, his skin looked very white. He looked dead. I did some research online and found that autistics can go into "cyanosis" easily with injections of chemicals. Oxygen-deprivation makes the skin bluish, and it can kill if it isn't reversed quickly. Nothing was done for this boy. He was left there. For at least another hour. Left to die. If he wasn't already dead. I wonder if the mother will ever find out what happened to her child?
All of this happened within eight hours. It was the abuse of this boy that made me insist on standing at my door and keeping it cracked-open so I could hear what was going on, and seeing through the crack or through the little window in the door. The abuse of the boy was happening when I first arrived at Mills: I was angered that they were treating a child this way. The boy's constant wailing only the one word, "she," made me think he might be autistic. I knew that autism is frequently diagnosed ADHD. I asked for paper and pen (which I had a right to) so I could take notes so that I could accurately report the abuse later. I was refused by Mark and Juanita. They also refused me water, for eight hours.
When the second nurse-shift came on board, this nurse gave me pen and paper, but she wanted me to just lie down on the wooden bed with the door shut and the lights out. I simply did not do as I was told. Instead, I took copious notes of all that had passed, and whatever was happening at that moment. For this, she wanted to inject me. She tried, also, to take my notes, but I insisted on keeping them. I'm not sure why she relented on that point. Maybe because she figured she would take them once she had me knocked-out with drugs?
There was also an interesting phone call in which the nurse, Mark, was screaming at someone because they "let someone go." Apparently, Sonoma Hospital had a warrant on an escaped patient, who was found in Daly City. The police officer and the person connected to Mills both determined that the escapee was "fine" and "didn't need to be hospitalized," so they let him go. Mark was enraged, demanding repeatedly for an explanation why that escapee wasn't returned to Sonoma Hospital or brought to Mills, regardless of whether this person actually needed hospitalization. (Yes folks, they do hospitalize people without actual cause. It's all about money. Either you pay, your insurance pays, or the state or federal government pay, or, if all else fails, the hospital's own "charity funds" pay. The "charity fund" enables hospitals to get massive tax breaks.)
I used the grievance procedure with no effect: Mills claimed nothing was found amiss. I tried to report to the Burlingame police, but the young Asian officer refused to take a report, saying, "That sounds scary!" He tried to just walk away, but I forced him to take the report I had written, including a copy of the notes I had taken while at Mills. I went to the Burlingame Chief of Police, but he laughed at me, saying my best route would be to write a customer complaint letter to the CEO and CFO of Mills. I did this, to no avail. Again, I was told nothing was amiss, by the Risk Management person, Kathleen Parker. I reported to all appropriate government agencies, to no avail. I now await the Nurses Board investigation.
Why can Mills get away with such severe patient abuse, a murder attempt, and possibly even murder? It would be murder if they let the boy die, after hearing, as I did, his "death rattle," and seeing him in cyanosis. Why is the system set-up to callously ignore the complaints of patients? For profit. Why do they hire sociopathic nurses? Profit. I spoke to a psychiatric nurse from a different hospital, he told me the hospitals hire the cheapest people they can get, who have the most experience with injections. Never mind about their "bedside manner," how they treat patients. That's something the hospitals figure they can cover-up. It's what they've always done.
I spent two days standing in front of Mills with a sign saying, "I was abused at Mills-Peninsula Hospital." Other patients approached me to tell their various tales of abuse by nurses at Mills. A Mills-Peninsula doctor came up to me and told me that I'd better be careful, because they could snatch me off the street and lock me up in the psych ward if they wanted to. Quite right. The law would allow them to do this. We should all be afraid. This could happen to anyone. I was initially brought into Mills against my will, after telling a US Airways agent, Sally, that she couldn't just abandon an old woman in a wheelchair all night, after they had caused her to miss her connecting flights. The agent lied to the police, telling them that I was harassing customers. The young police officers (they were both about 22 years old, with no college education, and very working-class) didn't even check with bystanders to determine if this was true. They just shipped me off to Mills. They violated my rights.
In case you're wondering why I haven't sued Mills or the police, well folks, justice costs alot of money. Lawyers don't take cases unless they can easily win them, and win alot of money. Given that the only witnesses I would have are the actual perpetrators of the crimes, I wouldn't win. Also, the cost of a lawsuit is typically at least $25,000. The winnings have to be higher than this to make it worthwhile, otherwise I would just be losing alot of money. A lost cause. This is why the bastards get away with it. Justice has a high price. I could try to represent myself, but a judge would likely dismiss my case, since I couldn't produce witnesses to the abuses. I could be a witness, however, for the mother whose child was probably murdered.
More people can do what I did: if the hospital abuses them, stand outside the hospital with a sign, talk to the neighbors. I was inspired to do this by my friend who protested for 100 days outside "Friends Hospital." Google it. He represented himself in court, the judge dismissed his case. He was institutionalized by the police when he and his family had a mere disagreement. (Some families call the police when their child is not conforming to their wishes. It's a way of making the child conform by "teaching them a lesson.") At the hospital, the nurses verbally abused him, kicked him, shoved a tube down his throat, pumped his stomach (they knew there was no medical reason to do this), injecting him, and putting him in a coma for eight days. Guess what? He didn't win any big personal injury award. His case was dismissed from the get-go. That's how it really is, folks. So you could be next. They do get away with it.
Finally, in case you're wondering, I was never seen by a psychiatrist at Mills: the nurses are allowed to call the psychiatrist, who can give instructions on patient care over the phone. This is tantamount to letting nurses give psychiatric diagnoses, since they can report whatever they like to the psychiatrist. This assumes the nurses would know what to look for, what's important, when dealing with patients.
Once I was finally seen by a psychiatrist, I was immediately released, as the psychiatrist observed that there was no grounds upon which to hold me. There was nothing wrong with me. But there is plenty wrong with the system: when an employee of a corporation can use the police force to abuse tax-paying citizens for demanding that customer rights be respected, something is terribly wrong. When a corporation's employees can murder citizens with impunity, and the citizens have absolutely no recourse to justice, something is terribly wrong. People, if we don't stand-up for our rights, collectively, things will get much worse.
Please educate yourselves about psychiatric abuse. 100,000-200,000 Americans are being electroshocked each year, mostly against their will, mostly old women and children. And the Judge Rotenberg Center of Massachusetts gives full-body shock to autistic children to "train their behavior." Dr. Peter Breggin has great books and videos online about psychiatric abuse. Some other resources include: www.mindfreedom.org and www.theicarusproject.net and www.psychrights.org
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