In Hospital As An Inpatient For My Mental Health Issues, Just Getting Geared Up Again...
Will write updated info soon....slowly getting organized in hospital going through post tramatic stress disorder therapy in away. What I have been through from sabotage of my life and company Doc GM Creations here in Montreal, Quebec, as a person with schizophrenia. I am in a very unique situation. I have to get back to my ward from the mental health computer room I am in at present.....till later!
Finally all geared up on my chromebook and cell meshed together so nobody can hack into my chromebook without me and a phone call, #%$&^%*, problem solved....till later I clean up now!!!!!!!
With the chromebook all cleaned up and ready to go, I am now typing away! The problem is, where does one start explaining on my blog my most recent arrest, that got me put into psychiatric care in hospital since November 7th 2023, I am getting discharged this coming Friday January 26th 2024. I got arrested over a "Freudian Slip", leaving a voicemail that I could hang the Psychiatrist, for having me on the wrong medication as a small boned man, thus the medication started busting up my knuckles with osteoporosis in the joints. I always found that particular Psychiatrist a bit of a nut compared to myself trying to deal with my issues around my schizophrenia with her, and the team under her command so to speak or write. it is like we are just a mental health consumer to be processed.
With Montreal's finest Police officers being sent after me at home, I got arrested around eleven o'clock at night, and handcuffed in my jerk jammies as I was preparing to get into my bed. The Police know me well in mental health, and gave me no time to change clothes or anything for they know my chambers is filled with weapenary, of one sort or another through having tools from my tool box scattered all over the place, while being easily to garap in quick thinking if I wanted to. So I was taken outside in my jerk jammies, and my warming up poncho for cooler winter evenings at my desk, from working my chromebook and getting the evening news on TV. When the Police arrived the second time looking for me on a warrent for my arrest from the neighbourhood CLSC mental health system. My roommate answered the door, and called with an echoing drunken slurr, "Hey Slim the Cops are at the door for yea again!", So I trotted through the apartment from my chambers as I dub my room, and approached the apartment entrance door, with the one Police Officer soothingly saying to me, "You know how it works Iain, up against the wall and spread 'emme. So being uniformed trained I followed orders, had my limited pockets on my jerk jammies checked then my hands brought together behind my back and cuffed forth width in the spread position. Grabbed by the chain of the cuffs, I was pulled off the wall at the apartment entrance , with a twist and turn I was guided from the back out of the apartment, then placed to stand standing outside of the apartment with myself facing the wall. It was not until the honourable Police Officer's Partner fetched my I.D. in my wallet along with my keys to the apartment, then off into the cold driving wind of the winter night of November 7th 2023, to walk up into the cold prevailing wind towards the Officers' squad car. Then I had to lean up against the ice cold blue and white steel of the squad car, getting frisked one last time before the guiding hand went onto my head to tuck down my head as re-entry into the psychiatric system through a Police cruiser's rule of authority, hand cuffed in the back seat with the hands behind the back as a compliance measure. You just got to co-operate right to get through the system without too much of a battle!
I never battled it out with the attending Psychiatric Team overseeing a treatment plan for my schizophrenic issues, with this hospitalization in particular, since my first Hospitalization in this Montreal Institution for emergency care. from before this joint when it went through recent renovations, to a more modern environment for an in-patient clinical evaluation for good or bad depending on how one co-operates. I am a Grandpaw at it now, compared to the psychiatric child that had got into joints and stuff somehow jonesing for a fix. It can drive me and the attending Staff nuts and some patients team up to defend the staff so the adult child that gets demanding for what they want, smokables from cigarettes onward to what ever someone can flash up with a BIC lighter to smoke. My lungs have been around a block or two when younger, and say to the patients, look at me now, I'm taking my lung medication, and you do not want their psychiatric medication for your very own issues, that drive everyone nuts in or out as an patient from the Ward from emergency care.
Art Done In Hospital While Under Mental Health Care
Where do I start describing my art experience under my present hospitalization for my schizophrenic issues here in Montreal's revamped Mental Health Care Services, while working with Ville de Montreal community services for bug and mice extermination in my art studio back home in my cave of a joint!!! I am now back home to the music of the radio, construction, garbage trucks, and building banging, here making a statement of life in my blog.
It Is Now Time To Cooperate with the Canadian Governments At All Levels, The System Can Work For All As It Did For Me, This Piece Of Art Was Done In Hospital A While Back!!! Then The Governments Have To Listen To The People As Well!
The last leg of seeing the system work will be after Court with my Landlord, I am due in Court the 14th of Feb 2024. I will leave well enough alone about this, tax dollars at work defending my rights against false accusations, let the Judge decide. I am as well moving on in the mental health system somewhere, I could never earn a living or make my company grow where I presently reside, other than doing a fair amount amount of art, which I am going to have to unload somehow.
Being a person with schizophrenia in this country has not been a easy ride, the stigma is alive and well over mental health, not as bad as years ago when no one never heard of mental health, those were hard years starting out building a career in engineering and not having the stability of my schizophrenic issues. I have today worked with acceptance and medication compliance as to how I earned my certification in engineering and working the same field developing my expertise around being a technician in engineering, even although I carry the schizophrenia title. The blessing of knowing how to work material and get into design side of things by knowing engineering principles, could have helped me succeed late in life with a health prototype I came up with this time in hospital, through studying a Rabbi in his ritual work with his tools of his profession. What I came up with, and gave the engineering blueprint of sort to my attending student Psychiatrists that treated me, I treated them to a viable way to measure brain waves, if the concept is medically proven by such experts in medical engineering.
Concept Of Using Electromagnetic Forces To Measure Brain Waves And Project On To Cell Phone
In theory and electromagnet field could detect brain waves, I was once hooked up to an ancient brain machine for sleep and wake analysis of brain waves. Perhaps here is a fresh way of doing it, one would have to watch putting the circuit board to the head too much. As cell phones were accused of doing damage through this means, as to some early users of the cell phone product.
With The Sketch Of The Brain Wave Measuring Apperatize, This Wordsmithing Came About, And Below Is My African Canuck Angel I Drew In Hospital When Call A Bigot
Here I sit baffled by my situation, I am faced with throwing out a lot of my personal property, to reconstrutruct for a move, it is hard to face alone, not knowing where to turn to start. I am scared that I will lose everything to mental health taking over my life as a last resort. I have to move out by June 30th 2024, or give two weeks notice if I find a place. I do not know what to do with my water processing table I built here, the tri-layer filters,funnels and syphoning hoses, the money invested, I need help to sort out this mess. If mental health takes over to get me a place to live, I will lose my investment in the water processing equipment, this can not happen to me, it is the third place I invested in filtering my water to save myself in colonoscopy. I emailed my water paper "Thirsting For Water Of Life" quit a few place for support, the people acknowledge through the media the process helped them as well, and I am still sitting alone with this medical concept of water for life.
