Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition l

Doc GM

Like I Past Wrote, I Was Going To Devulge Into My Story Around Mariquania Consumption

                            I first started on candy cigarettes from the candy store as a child, it was part of a calling to be like my Father who was a smoker himself. That was somewhere in the late sixties in the second home  our family was in as my parents saved and invested in a house for us to grow up in, instead of just renting a house. I'll take time to reflect on how the story goes, it is really something to think about. As a young family Mum and Dad took us on a lot of travels in the car pulling a camper trailer behind us. One time on a long trip to visit family in the southern part of the United States of America, I would sit in the front of the car between the two of them with Dad driving and he would have me roll a cigarette for him while he was driving. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, I learned how to roll a cigarette with my fingers too quick. As I grew older as a young child, I not sure when, but somewhere along the way I remember pinching some tobaaco out my Father's tin and a rolling paper and tried rolling a cigarette down by the furnance of the house and smoked it at the work bench. This was my first attempt to smoke and be like my Father. The cigarette made me feel sick and I had to go to bed and lay down. 

                                                    While doing delivery of a morning newspaper and having the money, I soon picked up smoking cigarettes in grade 9 in high school. It was a different time and era, which I call the post hippie era. smoking and cigarettes were openly advertised and purchased by the youth. I remember starting to smoke mariquania sometime during the period of being a 14 year old, starting on cigarettes first like a lot of my peers at the time. 

                                                   I smoked most of my life in my solidtude or having a beer, or it was done socially  as well. I am not saying it was the right type of life to lead. Since 1984, I have been consuming mental health medication and admit to self medicating with mariqunia consumption during these years, it was my small reward like my own hero biskit, when not having much else or a woman to turn to instead of being alone. Now, with the last time in Court I have mariquania and alcohol induced schizohrenia. If I did I would be dead or in jail with others from doing delusional things and getting in trouble, which I never did. Medical Professionals are yet to accept that I had a nervous breakdown in my youth, damaging myself and brain, while getting a schizophenia repair job over the years. 

 

                                               

                                       

                                          The smoking pot issue is a big one, it is legal now in Canada, the smell of it lingers on ones clothes and the smell is offensive to some. Police Officers on my paper route knew I was smoking pot and cigarettes for I was seen smoking doing my paper route delivery or collecting my money to get to my paper route manager. The Police knew I was a minor and what I was doing. I used to make confession about society and the high school through my eyes, at the time I did not who I made confession to, until they showed me who they were in uniform. Even in Canadian Coast Guard College when I was there. In private I made confessions to a Superior Officer about stupidity i witnessed on the base, to saying "Your are busted" to a second year Cadet, for driving his foot with his parade boots on into the lower part of a new gyp-rock wall. Being charged with distruction/sabotage of Government of Canada property is a serious offence. As to the thought of being in uniform and being owned as Government property, that they are investing in individuals to go out and produce for their country.

                                It was always hard trying to produce and earn a living as a mental health consumer in 
Montreal. I smoked a lot of pot and numerous beers building my education plan to become something of myself as a mental health consumer consuming psychiatric medication, I got my education in engineering, worked in the field around a lot of machinary and financed my way through it all, trying to keep my nose clean of stupidity, but a lot of shit happens around tools, drugs and alcohol. I have been through the mill with it, and know how to handle it pretty well, I do not drink alcohol on my present medication but still smoke a bit of pot to relax and as a pain killer which I openly discuss with my Psychiatric Team, Pharmacists and the Superior Court of Quebec, that are  now doing follow up on my treatment plan that I was dragged into Court over by Psychiatrists. 

                    I admit how I started to do drugs and alcohol a young age was wrong, 50 something years ago was a different time, now I would say to the young, do not do any drugs (pot/hash) and alcohol until the age of 25, get through school cost effectively sober and then think about drug and alcohol control as they grow into it as a young adult. 

                            I am trying to over come certain health issues, keeping busy in my engineering and art, I  have limited time to make blog posting as time seems to pass so fast. While  working towards smoking less pot, through using my own occupational therapy technique for this coming lent, to lead a healthier life style, processing water for coffe, juice and cook water. At this point in my life I am not consuming alcohol for now and do not suck on cigarettes any more, that has been quit. Then all this people want to put me in prison, for what? I have a Lawyer or Lawyers and have to pass through Court first, which I have become accustom to.          

 

Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XlX Edition XVlll

 

Year End Blog Posting for 2021

                    2021 has been quite the year, four years since Mum passed away and twelve years since Dad passed, both in the month of December, how I really grew into my manhood as a older man alone with no blood familhy in the country that I care to think or write about. I do have my street family around me from the people I got to know in the neighbourhood, from when I moved in after long term care March 2014. Now I am AKA Slim, Shady, Doc to identifing myself as Wee Iain at times.  I have accomplished a lot this year and now under a treatment plan for mental health at a different hospital from the one where everything went wrong and I was dragged through the mental health Courts, for I do not know how many years wasting precious tax dollars. (once again, same thing different flavour, Psychiatrist ruining my life and wasting tax dollars on an excessive chemical treatment plan)

                    As a result of my last day in mental health Court on Dec 20th 2021, through writing my defense for the Court, my Lawyer got me to be a volunteer patient again, thus setting a precident case where I was the first mental health consumer to win over a Psychiatrist in Court appearently. The Honourable Judge in her deliberation referred to to me as an Engineering Technician, Artist and Writer, (I do not know what is going on, I think I was lied to about Court results, no one cares about the truth! It is all lies and bull shit around me,why am I being pumped full of drugs again?) was quite the compliment after all I have been through in the Canadian mental health system, after I once wore a uniform in the capacity that I did in my youth. With what was instilled in me from that precious experience of training and serving  in the Canadian Coast Guard, before entering the mental health system, gave me the upper edge to succeed. The self discipline that came with serving in uniform for training and service experience was the backbone of my survival tactics in mental health, while getting to peak again in my engineering and art career that I have developed over the years. My writing skills have come along way, with the enhanced writing skills due to schooling and practical experience blogging going on 18 years now, I am doing a lot of writing on my chromebook as documents on various subjects. (I will be doing some writing on euthansia after some research on the subject, when I do the Doctor assisted sucide, I will finally be free of the Courts and psychiatry, I am turning 62 and want no more suffering at the hands of psychiatry)

                    Then there is the art I am still doing, while having a rotating art show in my neighbourhood for barter to help maintain the premises where my art is hanging. (Which no one wants due of my Court history and women getting me arrested) I have done clay work recently, which I have not done in a long time. I have to start giving away clay work and art for I have really no place to keep it where I presently reside, canvases take up room to store and covering them in paint does not come cheap like everything else. The writing I am doing in the form of documents that revolve around my spiritual salvation from spiritual leaders that I have access to, assitting me in my ongoing path to my salvation that I started trodding on in the homeless missions of Montreal close to a decade ago. This path has also given me some enriching reading material, helping me to get back reading now that I finally got proper bi-focul glasses to see and read with less of a handicap. (It was all a waste of time, nobody wants any thing to do with me for work, due to background checks and the Courts, euthansia is looking more and more actractive)

                    It was always a handicap being in mental health as well, I remember trying to accept the diagnosis of schizophrenia and when meeting people for the first time, I would say my name and state that I was schizophrenic, which was wrong to say as my peers at the time said, it was my early years in mental health. As friends and associates changed over the time, from during my early years of mental health when people stood by me in my home town and most of them now have wives and kids now. That is about the only thing left to do, to bang out some children with a loving woman. (which will never happen, the Psychiatrist stated she does not care about my sperm, but epival and clozaril does do in a man's sperm count, like regulat Hitlers doing in schizos) I need and have a calling for  raising a child of my own with a loving woman, Things take time now that I am a volunteer patient (I was lied to, hopefully I will get a copy of the Court results) in mental health again, not drinking alcohol orsmoking cigarettes, the Judge in Court was alright with me saying that the pot helps me relax and is a pain kller for my sore souls of my feet due to using steel toe boots most of my life. I am still wearing steel toe shoes a lot and have steel toe boots to slowly get back to work with more and more hours while under a new treatment plan in mental health. (Now, this can not be done due to new idiot Psychiatrist's medication arrangement and levels on me)

             The following image was done through inspiration from a zoom art group I was part of, I put it together after a meeting on zoom, illustrating what some health follow up is being done or a form of occupational therapy for mental health consumers during covid and its varients. (Now I just sit in my room  thinking how I have been robbed of a life, tired of trying to get one, while planning euthansia)

Automated Health Care

 

From telephone Doctor appointments, to zoom help groups in mental healrh or working with Spiritual Leaders as I do on zoom, pursueing my spiritual  salvation in continueing growing process. With the age of computer, all sorts of information becomes availible and tracable for those that want to find lost data, as I learned with recovering art in the digital era that I thought I had lost. I am recovering assets through investing in my old or lost water processing equipment that went missing over time. I invested close to a hundred this month to carry on my water filtration  process again with recording data around it all. I am doing it as a result of fluking into it during Advent inspired from a poor results at a dental visit, thus starting something for myself at Advent time of year. Below is a graph comparing density and resistance over a filtering process/time.

                Two possible sources of error with too much of a dip twice in resistance to density, I am slowly putting together notes for a paper/document on what I am doing, some of it will be transcribed in my blog for promoton of my work with water for life. Psychiatry called this work of mine delusional in the Courts several times I believe. In my January posting I will be writing about some truths about mariqunia and perhaps why I have a dependance on it, that my new Psychiatrist is aware of and admits I may need a medical devise to quit. The Psychiatrist along with the Courts, treat me like shit and as incompetant or something, it is like they will not admit the Doctor is wrong, and I am right . The Doctor and the Courts can not handle it, "the Truth", so I get done in through murder by medicine      ....till later in January posting. 

(Now depression is setting in, due to my new psychiatric team's tactics. "It is just on the radio I am going to prison, whipty do, for what may I ask? To prove the system is even more corrupt than it already is? Idiot by difinition from my double volume dictionary, "psychiatry: A person exhibiting the lowest grade of mental development" as to my present chemical treatment plan by a Psychiatrist, for murder perhaps. I was never wanted and  I suppose it is a way to get rid of me medically I guess. So I do it first with the Courts and euthansia, making everyone happy. How to save the Quebec Government $1400 a month plus sky rocking medication costs and over worked medical staff will not have to deal with me, for they make mistakes around me like everyone else, but can not admit it like the Courts, thus they get off the hook with me not being around no more after euthansia, Thus not bitching about useless over medicating chemical treatment plans any more. Why are mental health workers trained to say, "I'm sorry you feel like that." or "I am sorry you feel that way". Then they do as they please with a chemical treatment treatment plan that is more hazardous than what it is worth, but they will denie it, why all the blood tests with this chemical treatment plan at tax payers expense if it is so safe, what to give mental health workers something to do?)

            A funny thing about being a schizo, if you have the money for mariquania and beer, one will have a few friends until the money for beer and pot runs out, then not giving to these people they will turn on you. I know it well at 61 years old, I know who to deal with but they do not always want to deal with me, due to background checks and the Court dossier of mine. Double header stigma at its best! Dealing with the stigma of psychiatry is bad enough, like a Psychiatrist writing a medical certificate for last resort income and how they defraud the government with the words, psychiatrically unfit for work type thing. Then they turn around and mental health workers get mental health consumers voluneer work with extra money and a monthly buspass, if they hold you in good favour, even when they have deemed the person unfit for work like me, they get help. If you have a good head on your shoulder and see through the crap, one gets done in like me and have to march to the pharmacy five days a week to pop a mother load of pills for the Psychiatrist and the Courts, under the watchful eye of a camera and Pharmacist at tax payers expense, on top of a $500 injection every month in my ass.  I am at risk for osteoporosis with the medication, let me guess the first sign is deterioating teeth and unexplainable cavities. It cost me $20 for calcium suppliments and 4 L of bottled water, that the Psychiatrist should have handled but incompetance on their part is costing my dental bill with the Premier and his tax dollars are paying for psychiatric blunders once again, through last resort income of Quebec's provincial medical/ health coverage. It is now Jan 6th 2022......till my next posting bye for now.

Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XlX Edition XVll

 

Doc GM

 I Am Editing My Blog As I Go Along, Between Me, The Media And The Courts For Mental Health, A Lot Went Wrong, And Who Is To Blame?

                The rumours that float around me and what is in the media has gone on for quite sometime. My writings as certain points got out of hand, I became a bit of a lose cannon firing away in anger, it is like I cried wolf and it fell on deaf ears for too long. Now a lot of more people are saying what is going on. Not everyone is clued in by the media, then they go on in denial with what is in the media and what some politicians are saying.  I am still being treated for hallucinating radio and TV as a Psychiatrist says, while they are not listening to what is in the media. I verify what is in the media with people around me that watch and listen to the media like I do, so we are having mass hallucinations in our populus. It could be from traces of LSD in the water table, why else would all these people hallucinate radio and TV like me....coffee break, will be back. 

                It is now into December, I have not been blogging for I have been painting on canvases. I will be writing a new post soon to close the year  as I do my mental health follow up with a new mental health team. Like it was on the radio, I went delusional with suppression, its true, it came out in my writings some what. My old Psychiatrist denied at my Tribunal, that I am being suppressed, it has happened through industrial sabotage as the police said when in this apartment for other reasons than me. Till I write a new post ...later.