4 Apr 2006

Medical Fraud



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I am diagnosed as Bipolar type 1 a.k.a manic. I am a maniac. I have been diagnosed as such since i got butt naked in Times Square, New York City... where a cop slammed my head on his cop car, denting the hood... then i was straightjacketed into Belleview Hospital where i was forced drugs , including Depacote.
Last week my mother felt i was headed for another episode and insisted i go to the emergency room at Brandywine Hospital. I refused until she became intolerable, then i let her take me. We sat in the emergency room for 3 hours while nothing happened. Then i was admitted, 4 hours later i was told to sign myself out. (I GLADLY did.) While there i had blood taken from me 3 or 4 times, i was given pills i didn't want, i was given injections without being told what they were. It was, as in the past, a miserable and horrible experience.
Just yesterday i got the bills from that waste of a trip... here they are for your viewing.

The U.S.A. medical system is a fraud and a sham. The suits getting rich on it should all be drawn and quartered.

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