Chronology
7. The chronicle of Charlotte Maxeke...
“Tralali Tralalo”…
At 15:05 p.m. the ambulance picked me up and took me to the vast Charlotte Maxeke Hospital.
There, after they first laughed at the morphine “dowry” injection I brought with me, they put serums on both my hands. (?)
When I asked, “Why?” they replied that this is how it should be!
For the next 4 hours I carried my exhaustion, my illness and two bottles of serum (one liter each), without using them (!!!)…
So, just for training…
Dozens of apprentice doctors – “magicians” “paraded” in front of me, tormenting me unimaginably with their chatter, semi-learning and immaturity!
They took me back and forth walking in a vast hospital for examinations.
I had thawed waiting in the morning on the stretcher and later on the X-ray, CT scan and ultrasound. For the first time in almost 2 years, my nose “closed” (fortunately the next day I got over it).
On the ultrasound, I asked the girl who examined me about the condition of the liver and gallbladder.
Indeed, the bile duct was not swollen (certainly due to the antibiotic). She also told me that I had some gallstones (only 4-5) and that my liver was working better…*
* It seemed unbelievable to me that I only had 4-5 gallstones and I was sure that she did not know her remit well (this was proven in the next ultrasound I did, after my return to Hellas, July 16, 2017)…
⇒ The only doctor who was serious and positive in her science (of all those who saw or examined me) was a girl about 30 years old from India (Sarrah). And when I told her that in 48 hours I would be healed and I would be out of the hospital… she looked at me with wonder and a little contempt as she left…
At 21:30 p.m. they gave me (finally) one of the sera and at 23:00 p.m. the antibiotic…
Around 04:00 a.m. a nurse gave me 2 green pills.
“What are these for?”, I asked her. She became dissatisfied and “ordered” me (somehow) to take them.
I made the mistake and I took them and the result was that they brought me intense nervousness, sweat and anxiety for the next 12 hours…
March 14, 2017: (5th day after cleansing)
At 06:00 a.m. the Indian doctor came and told me that the system was clean (hmm…)…*
He gave me a bottle of water (sodium) and told me to drink a glass every half hour or so and as soon as it was over I would go for an exam…
The taste was unbelievable (with such hunger and suffering that I had, I think it was natural it looks “delicious”). After sodium I went to the toilet and the urine was very clean!
At 10:00 a.m. I was visited by another “white” woman doctor (I saw her for the first time), who told me to have an MRI.
I explained to her that I had an issue with the specific examination and she directly attacked me verbally! She shouted and laughed ironically in front of all the patients in the ward about claustrophobia. As soon as she realized that I was not affected, she started the well-known verbal medical terrorism.
She told me that the system was not clean (hmm…*), stones were left inside, that I had to stay at least another week in the hospital… and that my life was in immediate danger! Then, I asked her: “Why did they stop giving me antibiotics?” And she answered me: “It is not necessary!”…
I ask her again: “Do you think that doctors in Greece and the USA are idiots who continue to give antibiotics to the patient 5-10 days after his discharge from the hospital?”
There was no answer. She just left…
A man from the bed next to me (“white”, sixty years old, South African) urged me to leave immediately!
At 20:43 p.m. (while the serum had run out from 20:00 p.m.) I ask to be given another because I felt dehydrated…
I asked for it from 4 different nurses, every half hour and it turned out to be in vain! None came!
Room 394, I was in bed No.2, and the man from bed No.3 was horrified!
It is now 23:00 p.m. and I get up to go to the bathroom. Just then, a nurse shows up and tells me not to go anywhere because he will give me a new serum…
He arrived at 23:20 p.m. (thank God)…
* (hmm…) Finally, what had the system done?
⇒ The same time I was hospitalized in Charlotte Maxeke, the roof from another section of the hospital collapsed (photos)…
March 15, 2017: (6th day after cleansing)
At 00:24 a.m. they ask me to take my things and change ward (396, bed No.3).
I get up with great difficulty, due to malnutrition and weakness, I put on my shoes, I take my jacket and my things in one hand and in the other the serum with a hooked iron (about 70 cm and weighing one kilo) to hang it and go out in the hallway. I stand up, loaded “like a donkey” and wait to see what they will do…
There were two women nurses, and one man behind a desk who was writing something. One nurse was folding the papers from my file (slowly and lazily) and the other was spinning around like a butterfly, smirking! I look around for a chair because my legs could not hold me, but in vain. There was nothing!
I look at the clock a little later and 15 minutes have passed!
At that moment the “butterfly” takes the iron from my hands and places the sera on the shoulders of the loaded “donkey” (comments are superfluous)…
I get angry and tell them: “Let’s finish at some point”…
They laugh and I ask them: “Where is the joke?”
The “joke” is hung on every wall of the hospital and writes the obvious:
“Nurses have to help patients, carry their things, etc.”
After the incident, the other nurse led me (always loaded) to the other room and left like a “bullet”…
The bed had a sheet and only a pillowcase as a pillow! I realize that no one is going to come to see me and I put the serum regulator from 200 to 150.
It turned out that I did the right thing (no one showed up until 07:30 a.m.).
The serum ended at 06:00 a.m. and at 07:30 a.m. a doctor showed up (I saw him for the first time) and asked me why I was not having an MRI. I explained to him and he told me that he would come later with the other doctors for the morning examination and informing the patients.
At 08:00 a.m. a young apprentice nurse showed up and asked me if I would eat. I replied that I did not know because I had acute pancreatitis and they had not informed me about it.
She left, went to ask and came back, bringing me oats with some milk and sugar. It was “divine!”
Diarrhea straightforward!
At 09:30 a.m. the doctors came and tried to convince me to have an MRI. When they decided that I would not change my mind, they suggested that they put a camera in my stomach to see what was happening…
Everything was in the logic/politics of… do a lot of exams (for more revenue of course).
At 12:30 p.m. I ate white grilled fish with boiled vegetables and immediately new diarrhea arose.
In my hands hung –like amulets– the empty serum and the medicine for the stomach from the previous day.
It was time to leave!
I went to the secretariat and informed them that I wanted to leave (it was 14:30 p.m.)…
Then «ping pong» started! The 396 sent me back to the 394 and again the same! 40 minutes later a “responsible” woman appeared and sent me to the doctors at 397…
There, the “white” woman doctor who mocked me for the MRI immediately signed and the very “respectable” secretary rushed to prepare my bill (when I asked her).
Shortly before I left, the Indian doctor showed up and asked me what I was doing and where I was going. I replied that I was leaving in less than 48 hours –as I had told her– I thanked her for her good professional effort and then she asked me, with obvious surprise, which doctor signed my discharge.
I answered her and she entered the doctors’ offices. She came back in a few minutes visibly disappointed! She wished me well and walked away talking!
At 15:50 p.m. they finally took the “amulets” out of my hands and I “said goodbye” to the hospital with a new diarrhea…
I left the ward at 16:25 p.m.
I walked a lot up to the exit (a vast hospital) and even more to find the Uber that would take me…
But I did not avoid the inconvenience again because the Uber driver did not know where to come and it bothered me a lot until I found him and returned to where I was staying. In addition, it took him more than an hour for a 20-minute drive (there was no traffic at all)…
I arrived home at 18:45 p.m. And there… the things were even worse!
They had painted the house, left the windows closed, the lights turned on and had all the electrical appliances removed!
“Horror!”… But I was exhausted!
I opened widely the doors and windows, put on my face a T-shirt (as a mask) and laid down to rest. At 22:00 p.m. I ate an apple (without much appetite), drank a glass of Epsom salts (to be able to better clean the bowel after cleansing) and fell asleep…
After Charlotte Maxeke…
March 16, 2017: (1st day after hospitalization due to pancreatitis/without antibiotics)
08:00 a.m. A glass of water.
08:20 a.m. An apple.
10:00 a.m. Green tea with honey and a few rye rusks.
10:10 a.m. Diarrhea.
13:00 p.m. A rice pudding (conscious choice to control the reaction of the gallbladder).
13:25 p.m. Diarrhea.
Later only water. I’m not in pain, but I’m exhausted…
⇒ I have lost 11 kg in 13 days (from March 3-16). I was 74 kg and now I am 63 kg.
March 17, 2017: (2nd day after hospitalization due to pancreatitis/without antibiotics)
08:00 a.m. A glass of water.
08:20 a.m. Green tea with honey and a few rye rusks.
08:50 a.m. Diarrhea.
11:00 a.m. An apple.
13:25 p.m. A “heart” of chicken breast, roasted with a little lemon.
Later only water. I’m a little better than yesterday.
⇒ I notice some blur in my vision. Something like difficulty concentrating and transient dizziness.
March 18, 2017: (3rd day after hospitalization due to pancreatitis/without antibiotics)
07:30 a.m. A glass of water.
07:50 a.m. Green tea with honey and a few rye rusks.
10:00 a.m. Apple-carrot juice (conscious choice to control the reaction of the gallbladder).
10:30 a.m. Diarrhea.
13:00 p.m. White fish, grilled with a little lemon.
18:00 p.m. An apple.
Later only water.
⇒ The issue of vision is now a given.
March 19, 2017: (4th day after hospitalization due to pancreatitis/without antibiotics)
07:45 a.m. A glass of water.
08:20 a.m. Green tea with honey and a few rye rusks.
10:45 a.m. Apple-carrot juice (conscious choice to control the reaction of the gallbladder).
13:00 p.m. Avocado, rye bread and a little lemon.
18:20 p.m. Rice.
Later only water. The diarrhea stopped.
March 20, 2017: (5th day after hospitalization due to pancreatitis/without antibiotics)
07:30 a.m. A glass of water.
07:45 a.m. Green tea with honey and a few rye rusks.
10:30 a.m. Apple-carrot juice (conscious choice to control the reaction of the gallbladder).
10:45 a.m. Diarrhea.
13:30 p.m. Avocado, rye bread and a little lemon.
18:35 p.m. White spaghetti.
Later only water. I am better.
March 21, 2017: (6th day after hospitalization due to pancreatitis/without antibiotics)
07:45 a.m. A glass of water.
08:15 a.m. Green tea with honey and a few rye rusks.
10:50 a.m. Apple-carrot juice (conscious choice to control the reaction of the gallbladder).
11:30 a.m. Coffee, sweet with milk (conscious choice to control the reaction of the gallbladder).
13:30 p.m. Avocado, rye bread and a little lemon.
18:00 p.m. Roasted chicken with vegetables.
Later only water. I “return”…
March 22, 2017: (7th day after hospitalization due to pancreatitis/without antibiotics)
I am better. I ate normally without a problem.
Today –because my colleague and I needed a visa extension for professional reasons– we were in the office of a Greek doctor, who served us very well and mainly very expensive for his paramedical services.
When I told him that I had stones to my gallbladder, he actually “ordered” me to remove it! He was so absolute, vertical and strict in his verbal terrorism that my colleague became so much concerned that he immediately urged me to remove my gallbladder! *
* The above incident is another proof of the role that the medical profession has and “plays” today, as well as the influence it has… based on ignorance, naivety and especially the need of patients. It is mentioned for informational purposes only.
⇒ It should be noted here that my colleague knew very well my views and the struggle I made for the restoration of my health. Moreover –as he confessed to me afterwards– when I was in Vostaneio (after the great crisis of pancreatitis, November 2015), he considered that I had no hope of survival.
March 23 – May 8, 2017
I recover and get stronger slowly and steadily. I eat too much and everything (consciously).
The conditions do not allow me to dedicate myself completely to the restoration of my health, nor to proceed with new cleansings.
⇒ The problem of vision has become a daily phenomenon…
So, what’s left?
Good friends (there are many in Johannesburg), search, creation, work (whatever is offered), recording, studying, observing, meditating, new goals and waiting to return to Hellas…