Chronology
3. Vostaneion...
Just before…
I arrived in Athens late and had to wait at the airport for 10 hours because there was no earlier flight to Mytilene.
I was very tired from the trip, exhausted due to health and very worried about “what will be born”…
The next few days included medical examinations, a very conservative diet and adaptation to the new condition…
My sister started doing reflexology for me; reflexology has the “bad habit” of bringing pain to the surface and highlighting the disease. My feet and specifically my soles, would “skewer” me for the next 2 months…
⇒ After my return to Hellas, I read the post-invitation from my brother-in-law on November 9, 2015 on facebook –to send me a healing Reiki from a distance– and I was unimaginably moved by the loving response of all these people who dedicated positive energy, prayer and precious time from their lives for me (click here, search by date and see the relevant post, November 9, 2015 on fb).
I feel immense gratitude and thank you very much for this unique and shocking experience that I experienced thanks to all of you!
On Tuesday morning (November 24, 2015) I visited a private hepatologist in Mytilene.
Based on the first image he formed, the medical data I mentioned to him and the facts from my “passing” through Woodhull, “he became concerned” and immediately called to his friendly laboratories so that I could have blood tests and ultrasound of the upper abdomen. His assistant –after the blood test– led me to the first laboratory where he gave the sample for analysis. Then, he left me in the second laboratory where I had the ultrasound. After the examination I went to the cashier to pay, pick up the cd and the written results…
Then, the examiner/doctor decided and then cried and said: “Removal of the gallbladder, it is full of stones! Your liver is in “white” crap!”
I paid and went back to the hepatologist’s office to see-analyze the results and discuss what is to come…
I stayed in the doctor’s office waiting for 3 hours. For an hour he was talking to me… talking… talking … He literally made my head a “cauldron”!
“You have this, you have that, you have the other… It may be this, it may be that, it may be the other… We will arrange an operation in Athens… in a hospital where I work…”
The “ἥξεις ἀφήξεις οὐκ ἐν πολέμῳ θνήξεις”* in all its greatness, as well as find money… N O W !!!
The next 2 hours I waited for the hematological results…
I left at 02:30 p.m. after previously he urged me to return the next day for a gastroscopy…
I was exhausted and from the morning at 07:30 a.m. when I started from Eressos until 16:15 p.m. I returned, fasting.
The next day (November 25, 2015) at 08:50 a.m. I called his secretary and postponed the examination. I had no energy at all…
* The enigmatic and ambiguous oracle: “ἥξεις ἀφήξεις οὐκ ἐν πολέμῳ θνήξεις”, by the priestess of the Oracle of Delphi (Pythia) has become synonymous with ambiguity.
The time of truth!
On the morning of November 26, 2015, I ate 3 tablespoons of whole grain cereal with a little skim milk and visited my sister…
The house is located on the edge of the village and access by car is very difficult…
It was 09:15 a.m. and my sister wanted to do reflexology to me.
From the previous sessions my soles hurt a lot to the points where she stepped with her toes. I felt intense/acute pain (“spikes”) and asked her to press my feet softer…
Suddenly, I feel very strange and I call her to stop! My sister and mother “ F R O Z E ” !!!
I stand up and run to the toilet! I could not understand what was happening to me… nor did I want to urinate or anything…
I felt my stomach “fluttering”, my energy emptying, my mouth drying, shivering, numbness all over, freezing, sweating, being stabbed incessantly! All this in just a few seconds!
I “threw” all the clothes from me at once! I could not tolerate anything touching me!
I ran back to the toilet and put my finger in the esophagus to induce vomiting (I thought in a flash that I had not eaten so much that this is the cause of the crisis)…
That’s right, this is not about food. It was just the moment of truth! The moment of payment of the eating mistakes of 47 years –and not only this…
I immediately realized that I could not do anything and therefore I did not try to vomit again.
And then… the real, the great torment began!
My stomach and abdomen started pounding in and out. There was a constant oscillation of 10-15 cm (as if inflating and deflating the abdomen quickly –in a moment).
I panicked and felt extinguished (I transmitted this panic unwillingly to my relatives)…
My mother was standing at the edge of the kitchen unable to react or do anything and was crying like a baby!
At one point I asked her for a basin because I felt like I might be vomiting… She brought it and left it next to the couch (I was lying down and getting up all the time). She asked me something and I chased her away screaming!
I asked my sister to search and bring a doctor…
She left… and I do not know how long it took her to find the doctor Ioannis Hourmouzis, who hurried to help me…
All this time period there was no time, it had stopped!
All I can remember, from this interval, is to apologize to my mother for my screams against her…
When the doctor came immediately, he realized that the situation was very difficult, extremely dangerous and borderline!
Unwillingly, I conveyed my panic to him…
As soon as he arrived, he immediately called the hepatologist who had examined me in Mytilene, as well as the emergency department in Vostaneio Hospital, so that they could arrange for an emergency occasion and for the immediate transfer of the patient…
He was getting instructions on the speakerphone of the two phones, on what he should do, how to do it… and he started the injections…
He definitely gave me 3 injections and I was not able to know when the condition started to normalize. That is, after how long did the injections start to affect my body or due to the natural evolution and recession of the phenomenon, the relative improvement occurred…
Vostaneion Hospital
The ambulance arrived at around 13:00 p.m. The doctor gave me serum and accompanied me to Kalloni Health Center. There, I was received by another doctor, who sent me as a “gift” to Vostaneio Hospital in Mytilene, “accompanied” by my sister…
The “menu” in Vostaneio included tests, “wonderful” antibiotic cocktails, many drugs (Lumaren for the stomach, Tramal and meanwhile Voltaren for pain, blood anticoagulant -as in New York), a lot of noise in the wards from the relatives of patients gathered to see / “support” the patient, but the only thing they did was to bother and “solve” the Middle East problem…
The patients’ ward was made for one, at most 2 beds, but t had 4…
In such a ward you could see many different cases of patients! Patients who should not be together in the same place (e.g. a cancer patient who has had chemotherapy and blood transfusions or a feverish heart patient or a patient with pneumonia, flight tendency and psychological problems who has had blood transfusions, coughing incessantly and constantly spitting blood, and myself)...
Very easily a virus or a germ (from a patient or visitor) could cause (to someone else) at least a fever,* with really unpredictable consequences…
* Fortunately, throughout this adventure I had with my health, I never had a high fever –up to 37.8 ºC only.
I did not feel my body after what happened and after the colic, injections, drugs and antibiotics I was “a cauldron boiling at a high temperature” –that’s how I felt…
I could not think and I wanted to sleep constantly. I wanted to not hear or see anything!
My sister stayed in the hospital all night and until the next afternoon, when I asked her to return to Eresos (my brother-in-law was abroad, her children were young and of course our mother needed information, calm and support after the incident)…
I had everything I needed at that moment! (medical coverage, care, treatment and attention)
The doctors in their morning and evening visits to the ward were very friendly (at first) and I was impressed that all the other patients had one or two (at most three), while I had a “custody” of the whole shift (5-10 people)…
The nurses were generally excellent in their work, friendly, with incredible endurance (working in shifts of 12-18-24 hours) and tolerance to the demands, whims and quirks of patients and their relatives, as well as inexhaustible patience!
It is worth noting that they work tirelessly –being unpaid for many months– with employment contracts of a few months, which are interrupted whenever the political “drones” who “milk” αγ…Ελλάδα* like… (e.g. many times only two heroic nurses served and covered the care needs of more than a hundred patients, without having the basic hospital equipment –at least, for the essentials)…
The first days went by at this rate (it could not be otherwise). Serum, medication, examinations, sleep and… compulsory patience…
I informed the doctors from the beginning about my allergic history (especially about the five allergic shocks I suffered in Woodhull).
* We play on words! cow = αγελάδα (in Hellenic language) and Hellas = Ελλάδα ⇒ cow = αγελάδα = αγ + Ελλάδα (adding another l=λ). The meaning of the expression is that the medical, economical and political parasites exploit and mock the people and sponge off Hellas without shame!
On the scurfy's head...
On the fourth day of my hospitalization and in order for the antibiotic treatment to work better, I was given a combination of Augmentin and… Flagile.**
The proposal was made by one of the treating physicians (the youngest) with the logical argument that this antibiotic (Flagile) would have a higher and more immediate absorption by the body. Therefore, more immediate-better results and therefore… faster recovery…
But… all the other people, «learned to play ball»… on the scurfy’s head! ***
I was given the Flagile –for the first and fortunately for the last time– at around 21.00 p.m., and at midnight… I was a “bomb” ready to explode!
Gradually, after the administration of the medicine, my whole body began to “boil”…
I was burning and shivering at the same time…
I felt dehydrated –despite the serum I had– and an incredible irritation completely overwhelmed me!
I rang the bell twice and no nurse showed up…
I had to get up and go to their office! I asked where the doctor on duty was and they did not know (?), they did not want (?) to tell me anything… I informed them about what was happening to me and they ignored me…
This resulted in me spending another night of martyrdom!
My mouth was filled with wounds and moniliasis! My tongue became like a textured geographical map (the reaction to the drug found a way out there and broke out)…
** The next time and every time I had symptoms of colic, I also had the “legacy” of Flagile! A mouth full of wounds and moniliasis, a textured tongue (geography), a very serious manifestation and exacerbation –at regular intervals– of Candida fungus, 2 tubes of Daktarin Gel (one was not enough for treatment, and later… would not help at all in fungus exacerbations) and washes with chamomile and soda…
*** The expression is used to signify the exploitation or the use against a person in a derogatory way.
⇒ After the above incident and the negligence/absence of doctors and nurses, I made the final decision to proceed –alone and in my own responsibility– to the rehabilitation; initially and experimentally applying the cleansings with Andreas Moritz’s method (in combination with the recording of the events, study, observation and other methods) and not withdraw, unless… there were reasons for my forced admission to hospital.
On the sixth day of my hospitalization I went to the toilet for the first time.
The same day my doctors suggested I have an MRI. I replied that I did not want to and asked them if there was an alternative. Surprisingly… they did not give me an alternative and so I did not have an MRI (I already knew that there was an open type MRI on the island of Chios and those patients who had the same problem as me, went there for the examination)…
⇒ A lot is said, heard and written… about doctors in Hellas. I responsibly tell you that for my mother’s gynecological surgery and for the entire period of my hospitalization at the Vostaneio hospital in Mytilene, no one –doctor, nurse or anyone else– ever asked me for money or even hinted at an extra fee. Hellenes doctors –especially young people– are distinguished by a sense of responsibility, high training, excellent knowledge of their science, sometimes good intentions… endless patience and many times… working under adversity –at all levels and stages– conditions (endless shifts, inhuman on-call time, minimal to non-existent nursing staff, huge lack of equipment, even in basic types of care and treatment). But when the physical decay begins –due to physical decay, fatigue, time, seniority, interest– and the law-abiding medical establishment imposes its rules, then they become alienated and become cogs of the system and obedient “soldiers” of the pharmaceutical companies and their “barons”.
Seven days passed without food, and in the morning of the eighth day they gave me tea with 2 toasts. At noon and in the evening they gave me some vermicelli noodles.
The same menu was maintained until my discharge from the hospital (December 5, 2015) –at my own risk and signature of course…