Chronology
6. From Linksfield... to Edenval...
My first thought, after our arrival in Johannesburg, was to find out if there were the conditions and prerequisites that would allow me –after 3 months– to do a cleansing (Andreas Moritz writes in his book that when the cleansings are stopped, then, very soon, the patient returns to the previous morbid state)…
The first 2 weeks were dedicated to public relations and the appearances we had booked and brought us to the city.
On February 23, 2017, in a friendly house, I consciously test my endurance and from 14:00 p.m. until 18:00 p.m. I ate the following:
Salad (a lot), feta cheese, 2 large tablespoons of skordalia, boiled octopus, baked squid, fried octopus, fried tope, baked fish, stuffed vegetables, artichokes alla polita (2 tablespoons), various fruits, 2 pieces of chocolate dessert, coffee.
After 8 hours, three glasses (3×500 ml) of ozonated water, exercise and stairs… (I went up and down 28 times the 30 inner steps of the house) I was finally “well” and went to bed at 02:10 a.m. I only had a slight numbness in the gallbladder, but no pain.
After this conscious “cheating” I started the preparation for cleansing…
Different “morals”, different “culture” and different reality…
March 3, 2017: (1st day of preparation for cleansing)
Everything fine.
March 4, 2017: (2nd day of preparation for cleansing)
At 18:00 p.m. I ate a green salad with avocado, carrot and lemon.
At 21:30 p.m. I ate 4 slices of wholemeal bread because I was very hungry!
At 22:30 p.m. my bile hurt unbearably!
A real Golgotha followed until I reached 2 hospitals (Netcare Linksfield Hospital and Edenval) that in the end offered me absolutely nothing!
Clear urine. Hospital diagnosis: NONE
They gave me muscle relaxants (?) pills and generic painkillers (like Depon -also here) for the pain…
⇒ In the fortified houses (with the high walls that they have erected in their souls and lives), with the power lines and the virtual security staff at the entrances, is reflected the total of the contrasts that causes the harmony experienced by “whites” and “blacks” in South Africa. The tragic irony of the South African phobic reality is that in general the labor-service personnel and in particular the security personnel who work, serve and are supposed to “guard” the “whites” from the “blacks” respectively, are… “blacks” !!!
That night I addressed the 2 sleeping “black” “guards” who were at the entrance of the house-fortress where I lived.
I arrived at the outpost 23:15 p.m. suffering from the pains! One was sleeping in a bed and the other in an armchair. They could not open their eyes from sleep. I had “destroyed” – interrupted their sleep. I asked them to give me information about where I can find a hospital on duty, how I can call an Uber (my phone did not have the technology required by Uber to communicate) or a taxi…
The sleeping and now standing asleep “guards” did not answer me… (?)
I immediately realized what it was about and asked them to open the gate!
I went out on the street and headed to the nearest gas station (located 700 meters from the house where I lived, 300 meters from the entrance of the Hellenic school Saheti) because I knew they were open 24 hours a day and there were also three restaurants that were open in the same area. I thought I would find information or some… help (taxi or Uber) in that place.
⇒ At this point I would like to mention that I was in the city for a few days, I was home alone and the previous experience I had during my four-month stay in Cape Town (along with the few people I had met in Johannesburg) did not give me the right or the courage to bother them in the middle of the night.
I arrived at the gas station and the 2 “black” employees behaved similarly to the “guards”… They did not know and do anything!
At some point (after a few minutes), I bent down and knelt under the pain. Many knives were constantly nailing me!
They felt uneasy and shouted to the others from the restaurants to see… the “spectacle”…
There were 5 “black” girls working in the cafeteria and other restaurants. A “white” drunk young man (about 30 years old) went out with them.
I also tell them what is happening to me and the “white” young man (who was waiting to receive his order) is “offered” to call an Uber to take me to nearby Linksfield’s emergency department.
For a route of 45 ZAR (South African Rand), I paid 200 !!! (to the “white” young man)
Half an hour later, the Uber finally arrived and took me to the private Netcare Linksfield Hospital…
Going down from the Uber I walk and see behind the window 3 “black” girls sitting…
Suffering and folding from the pain, I look at them and nod. Again… it was as if I did not exist!
I turn my head to the left and see a pharmacy. I go there and ask the pharmacist: “Where is the emergency department?”
She shows me the 3 “ornamental plants” and I return…
I go in, I tell them what is happening to me and one of them sends me to the cash register…
I ask her: “Is the emergency department here?”
She answers coldly: “Yes! Go to the checkout to pay!” Then, I ask her to tell me where and who the doctor on duty is…
She leaves… in 7 minutes (I was looking at the clock) she returns with a “black” lady who was introduced to me as a doctor on duty. I greet her and tell her exactly what is happening to me.
She doesn’t pay any attention at all and also tells me to go to the cash register…
“I’m on fire”… and it is so intense that I “no longer feel” the pain and I tell her verbatim:
“Are you a doctor? Which paper writes this? Show me, to tear it!
A patient comes to the emergency department and you do not treat him? Instead, you tell him to go to the checkout? Which University gave you the diploma?”
And she answers me: “You have no blood, nor open wound. You do not need care!”
E X P L O S I O N !!!
“Stupid woman, when you do not see the wound, then there is danger…” I answer her and continue indignant:
“Everything you supposedly studied and unfortunately did not learn, was taught by Hippocrates, Asclepius, Pythagoras and many other compatriots that you are unaware of!
Did you take the oath of Hippocrates? N O W A Y !!!”
She bows her head and is silent…
The nurse looks at me with hatred! Her eyes “eruct flames” and she tells me: “If you hurt… go to the pharmacy to get painkillers!”
I ignore them and address the secretary-cashier: “Please can you call me an Uber and what do I owe you?”
“Of course!”, she answers me. “You owe nothing! You will only pay the driver for using Uber.”
I thanked her and 20 minutes later, Uber came and I left (it was 02:50 a.m.)…
Inside the uber I still had hypertension and it was so great, that it outweighed the pain! The pain, which seemed like I was used to it…
I ask the driver to take me to another nearby hospital… because as the minutes passed, the pain returned more severe!
He drove me to the unacceptable and tragic, as it turned out… Edenval…
Upon entering the emergency department, the “black” nurse (excellent knowledgeable, excellent at his job) sent me to the secretariat to give my details (very fake formality almost everywhere in South Africa –but wherever and whenever they want… they forget it or skip it)…
At the secretariat there was an uneducated and completely incompetent “black” employee who needed 25 (!!!) minutes to write my name on the computer and give me a card on which I wrote my details with a pen. My last name (despite the fact that I had given him my passport) was written wrongly by him on the receipt he gave me.
At 03:55 a.m. I was given a painkiller injection of Voltaren –it did not help at all– and I was kept in a chair for the next 2 hours.
My condition showed that I had a very painful colic and at 06:00 a.m. I asked to leave.
I went to the secretariat and asked for a taxi or an Uber. A “black” girl, who had just taken on a shift, called someone… (she was definitely cooperating and getting her percentages)
The driver came after 30 minutes and for a route worth 60 ZAR (South African Rand) he got me 150 !!!
After my return home at 07:10 a.m. (March 5, 2017) I tried to calm down…
I managed to sleep at 09:20 a.m.
“Fist on the knife!”
March 5, 2017: (3rd day of preparation for cleansing, experiment and continue consciously and decisively to see what I will face…)*
I woke up at 13:40 p.m.
Ozone, apple juice and at 17:00 p.m. 2 slices of wholemeal bread with avocado, a carrot, a little olive oil and half a lemon.
Immediate reaction of the gallbladder!
I was shocked… but I was patient until 02:00 a.m. (March 6, 2017) when the gallbladder calmed down.
The pain went to the center of the abdomen and passed in an hour.
The urine darkened slowly and in the morning were like cognac/brandy…
* Andreas Moritz states in his book that we should never do cleansings –with his method– when there are elevated liver enzymes, when there is an acute incident, when we are sick (the same is stated by all medical and alternative “circles”).
March 6, 2017: (4th day of preparation for cleansing)
Ozone. The urine began to clear. Later… 1 liter of apple juice and ozone. Urine cleaner.
At 18:00 p.m. I ate 2 small apples. Urine almost like water. All good.
At 20:00 p.m. I drunk thistle. Urine almost like water. The mouth moniliasis subsided.
Ozone at 21:00 p.m. and discomfort in the center of the abdomen towards the sternum. The bile did not bother. Urine in the morning were “half” cognac/brandy. Clearer than yesterday.
March 7, 2017: (5th day of preparation for cleansing)
Permanent discomfort. All day only apple juice and water.
March 8, 2017: (6th day of preparation for cleansing)
At 11:00 a.m. I am better. Urine clean. Apple juice and water.
At 18:00 p.m. I ate apple jelly (4×120 grams). Everything “looks” good…
March 9, 2017: (7th day of preparation for cleansing)
Apple juice and water all day.
At 23:00 p.m. about begin and many and continuous diarrhea. I did not expel gallstones until 23:59 p.m. I am exhausted…
March 10, 2017: (1st day after cleansing)
In the morning I dumped 8 “carobs” like peach kernels (saponified olive oil) in the toilet foam (I melted them with my hand to make sure).
At 10:00 a.m. apple juice, at 12.20 p.m. rice, at 14:00 p.m. one coffee.
At 14:20 p.m. diarrhea with 6 “carobs” (saponified olive oil, darker in color) and almost simultaneously, slight discomfort in the center of the abdomen towards the sternum.
After the coffee, the bile became numb and hurts (I didn’t drink it all, about 2/3).
At 19:00 p.m. I ate some boiled spaghetti and the pain came back more severe! Little water and urine became like cognac/brandy.
I drunk antibiotic after I melted it in water and the bile began to calm down.
March 11, 2017: (2nd day after cleansing)
At 04:00 a.m. I took the second antibiotic and had no pain. The urine was almost like cognac/brandy and the eyes were yellow !!! (jaundice)
In the morning I drunk apple juice and then only water. Unbelievable hunger and weakness. The urine was half cleared.
I ate apple jelly (2×120 grams) around 14:00 p.m. and drunk a smoothie (?) with cranberries to take antibiotics. Water.
At 19:00 p.m. I ate boiled spaghetti that caused me severe-acute pain!
After 21:00 p.m. antibiotics and a very difficult night followed…
March 12, 2017: (3rd day after cleansing)
When I woke up I was like a fish out of water and I was literally swimming in cold sweat!
I was trembling and unbelievable shivers ran through my whole body! The symptoms were exactly the same as the great crisis of November 2015 in Eresos!
My abdomen was constantly contracting and my gallbladder, despite the flare-ups, was not swollen –due to antibiotics– and of course because I had not eaten anything.
That’s how I overcame the crisis! With faith and patience!
Certainly the calmness, the experience, the knowledge and the incredibly conscious calm that I had –even though I was completely alone– played a big role!
At noon I ate apple jelly (1×120 grams) to take antibiotics.
The pain is minimized and the morning’s urine like cognac/brandy, cleared a little. I did not go to the toilet again after cleansing and realized that it was time for intubation.
Pancreatitis was a fact!
At 22:00 p.m. I had to go to the emergency department at Edenval General Hospital (Gauteng).
Unfortunately for me, the “black” doctor on duty was overly selfish and as soon as I explained to him exactly what was happening to me, he replied that I was not a doctor and that he knew his job much better than I did…
The emergency department was almost empty (only 2 people came in within 2 hours) and I did not tell him anything else again. The pains began to become unbearable!
Around 23:45 p.m. I felt being stabbed in the chest and back with a lot of knives!
I started groaning in pain!
Then the doctor came, drew blood and tried to contact another hospital… He came back immediately and because they did not have Tramal in the hospital, he gave me a Voltaren injection… It was as if he did not do it!
I continued to groan… for another 45 minutes and until the moment when the doctor came in again with the results of the blood tests, obviously worried…
He asked a nurse to stay on the phone until they answered from another hospital, so that I could be transferred immediately!
Then he approached me and apologized: “Sorry Nicolas, sorry!”
My torment and groans continued until 04:00 a.m. when the shift changed (?) and the next “black” doctor (as soon as he was informed about the case), gave me an injection of morphine (the dose was very… very high)…
I felt incredible discomfort after the injection and fortunately, I had no other side effects!
I was exhausted and 20 minutes later… I fell asleep…
The little “angel”...
March 13, 2017: (4th day after cleansing)
I woke up at 06:45 a.m.
The nurse literally tied another large morphine injection to serum (for a “gift” or “souvenir”?) and told me that an ambulance would pick me up to take me to Charlotte Maxeke, Johannesberg Akademiese Hospitaal.
The serum was finished and I was not given again until the night, when I went to the other hospital…
The ambulance picked me up at 15:05 p.m. (I remind that there was no traffic all night in the Edenvale emergency department)…
Until I am transferred… and from 07:00 a.m. until 15:05 p.m. I was taken to the entrance of the hospital (it is 10 meters next to the emergency department door) on the stretcher. I was in the cold and among the many people who gathered in the morning to be examined…
Only the service nurse came 2 times to inform me that she is calling and trying (for an ambulance)…
At 08:30 a.m. I was very thirsty and even though I should not (due to pancreatitis), I got up from the stretcher and went to drink water. The serum was over and given the conditions I would be dangerously dehydrated until I was transported…
At 09:20 a.m. I wanted to go to the toilet. My urine had turned dark red! (first time they had this color)
Returning, I headed to the emergency department to ask about the ambulance…
Right on the left side of the entrance, a young, beautiful and well-dressed “black” girl stood, obviously anxious and “lost” in her world.
There was no one in front of the counter. I turned my head to the right in the chamber and… “I F R O Z E” !!!
Four meters in front of my eyes a sixty-year-old “white” doctor was struggling unevenly and was methodically trying to bring back and keep alive a little “angel” of just a few weeks…
Unfortunately, he did not succeed.–
He accompanied with the dumb and bewildered girl his lifeless body outside the emergency room (exhaling for a long time and obviously upset) and returned a few minutes later to continue his fight in the tragic and unacceptable emergency department of Edenval…
In the end I did not ask. I returned to the stretcher and… waited…