Crazy Buddhist
09-29-2007, 06:50 AM
The View from my room at the hospital:
http://freedomforall.net/KitchenPuter/View.jpg
There are no doctors in the hospital on the weekend. Last weekend a guy on my ward dying of bone marrow cancer did not have enough painkilling meds between Friday night and monday morning. Despite repeatedly paging the nurses routinely get no reply. They got none for him so he didn't stop screaming. It wasn't until Monday afternoon he got the drugs he needed.
This weekend I have come home. I'm enjoying not being there. The company that runs the bedside internet £2-£3 / $4-$6 a day for 256K up/down and TV thrown in. And it's firewall-filter hell I tell you.
The journalist who was writing a great piece about my situation has been subjected to threats so severe that he has backed off saying "so so so sorry" and "these people are evil" and "I'm in way over my head". He hasn't explained what happened but has asked me not to contact him again. I warned him from the start to watch his back and keep safe.
The hospital at weekends is a quiet place but the ward I'm on is intensive. It's weird tropical conditions and food poisoning and all transmissable diseases. And I have a musculoskeletal condition. Hmmm. It doesn't feel safe at weekends. Things get stolen. People are accidentally allowed in.
At home I have a high security door you need a hydraulic ram to open. I have knowledge of my home and the every day objects I have around that could be used in self defence (many - and things you would not think of lool).
They tried with drugs, they tried shutting my mouth, they have shut the mouth of a journalist. I do not put anything beyond these people.
Yet I am not scared.
They do not know me and my ways. I know them and their ways. I know about safety and danger in ways they don't conceive. When I walk on a street I am aware of what every individual around me is doing almost always. I watch people like a hawk and always have. I notice people who are not from my hood.
In hospital I would have been easy prey this weekend and I suspect there may have been plans afoot. Hence the attack on the journo timed to keep him away.
In my home and in my hood I am surrounded by folk who know me and watch out for me. I had a stalker/harrasser from the building. Pernicious guy. Many friends offered to sort it out but I follow the law. I asked the police and the local authority from whom we both rent to intervene.
Did they hell (except for my door). He went on for two years. Eventually someone - and I have no idea who - decided enough was enough and kicked seven shades of **** out of him, as we say in colloquial British english. He never troubled me again. I think it was the pain of walking on crutches for three months.
I don't condone violence and always personally won't engage in it until pushed to extremes in self defence. I believe awareness of your surroundings and of others is the best defence. But if I am pushed to the point I fear for my life it's all bets off and no holds barred.
Let's hope they aren't stupid enough to try and get me here. There would be blood on the carpet and walls (no mine either) before anyone took me out in my own home.
I'm going to relax and deny the temptation to mod a computer this weekend. I bought an A4 metal box filing carry case in bright blue just before going into hospital. I will eventually build the kitchen PC in. It's sitting on my coffee table with a Mobo and PSU successfully placed but not installed. No cuts made yet.
I downloaded some great music by Kate Nash. I went for breakfast in my local cafe. I'm going to knock on my neighbours door and surprise them. I'm going to forget about that place and all my troubles and enjoy my weekend leave. I might let myself dream up some mods. Now thats not too taxing ;)
:)
http://freedomforall.net/KitchenPuter/View.jpg
There are no doctors in the hospital on the weekend. Last weekend a guy on my ward dying of bone marrow cancer did not have enough painkilling meds between Friday night and monday morning. Despite repeatedly paging the nurses routinely get no reply. They got none for him so he didn't stop screaming. It wasn't until Monday afternoon he got the drugs he needed.
This weekend I have come home. I'm enjoying not being there. The company that runs the bedside internet £2-£3 / $4-$6 a day for 256K up/down and TV thrown in. And it's firewall-filter hell I tell you.
The journalist who was writing a great piece about my situation has been subjected to threats so severe that he has backed off saying "so so so sorry" and "these people are evil" and "I'm in way over my head". He hasn't explained what happened but has asked me not to contact him again. I warned him from the start to watch his back and keep safe.
The hospital at weekends is a quiet place but the ward I'm on is intensive. It's weird tropical conditions and food poisoning and all transmissable diseases. And I have a musculoskeletal condition. Hmmm. It doesn't feel safe at weekends. Things get stolen. People are accidentally allowed in.
At home I have a high security door you need a hydraulic ram to open. I have knowledge of my home and the every day objects I have around that could be used in self defence (many - and things you would not think of lool).
They tried with drugs, they tried shutting my mouth, they have shut the mouth of a journalist. I do not put anything beyond these people.
Yet I am not scared.
They do not know me and my ways. I know them and their ways. I know about safety and danger in ways they don't conceive. When I walk on a street I am aware of what every individual around me is doing almost always. I watch people like a hawk and always have. I notice people who are not from my hood.
In hospital I would have been easy prey this weekend and I suspect there may have been plans afoot. Hence the attack on the journo timed to keep him away.
In my home and in my hood I am surrounded by folk who know me and watch out for me. I had a stalker/harrasser from the building. Pernicious guy. Many friends offered to sort it out but I follow the law. I asked the police and the local authority from whom we both rent to intervene.
Did they hell (except for my door). He went on for two years. Eventually someone - and I have no idea who - decided enough was enough and kicked seven shades of **** out of him, as we say in colloquial British english. He never troubled me again. I think it was the pain of walking on crutches for three months.
I don't condone violence and always personally won't engage in it until pushed to extremes in self defence. I believe awareness of your surroundings and of others is the best defence. But if I am pushed to the point I fear for my life it's all bets off and no holds barred.
Let's hope they aren't stupid enough to try and get me here. There would be blood on the carpet and walls (no mine either) before anyone took me out in my own home.
I'm going to relax and deny the temptation to mod a computer this weekend. I bought an A4 metal box filing carry case in bright blue just before going into hospital. I will eventually build the kitchen PC in. It's sitting on my coffee table with a Mobo and PSU successfully placed but not installed. No cuts made yet.
I downloaded some great music by Kate Nash. I went for breakfast in my local cafe. I'm going to knock on my neighbours door and surprise them. I'm going to forget about that place and all my troubles and enjoy my weekend leave. I might let myself dream up some mods. Now thats not too taxing ;)
:)