It was the Spring of 2006. I had spent much of January, February, and March planning for a free trip to Europe using massive airline points that I had accumulated for free air travel and hotel-nights, as I was employed as a field auditor. My girlfriend at that time and I were booked to fly-out May 1, 2006 for a 2 week Eurorail, Rome, to Florence, to Venice, to Frankfurt, to Amsterdamn visit, all mainly using free airline miles and hotel credits. I was such a happy camper. Plus, I was getting ready to celebrate which I thought was going to be a major economic-correction, as I read in late March 2006 that there was a dip in GDP on the last quarter of 2005, and I was hoping for another dip for the first quarter of 2006’s news estimates which were about to be released in late April/early May 2006. I was crossing my fingers on a second dip in GDP, something which I thought was inevitable to happen, then I could afford to finally maybe purchase some real estate, thank God, I quietly thought to myself. Then April 16, 2006, my girlfriends nephew was found at the bottom of a pool. He died, and the funeral was, first, held out of state, then another was scheduled the last weekend before May, just a couple days before we were to fly. During this very same time, many latinos started marching around Los Angeles. I remember, because my job took me all over Los Angeles and Southern California everyday and in different cities within Los Angeles County. Anyways, I was shocked at the thousands of people marching on the street protesting, I forget what, I think immigration/wage type issues, and I remember how glad I was that people were peacefully protesting by marching, sometimes getting caught in red walk signals causing a bit of traffic congestion, to me it was like being in a movie, so I really much enjoyed witnessing the event. I remember that the protest started affecting the airport also during this time in mid April 2006, and I was hoping that wouldn’t cause concern for my May 1 departure. The protests continued throughout the end of April/early May 2006, and the closer the protests and funeral got to my departure date, I became a bit anxious and decided it would be best to cancel the entire trip, so I did so the very day before we were to travel. It took me almost an entire day to write letters to cancel and request some return of minimal prepaid-deposits. I thought to myself, well, maybe I could instead sell everything and use that and some savings to put on a home later in the year or the next, as I was sure they were about to announce a recession, or a 2nd consecutive dip in GDP for a quarter. Well, that didn’t happen, so….I just wanted to share some old memories. I started writing this because of the significance of the date, April 16 in my life and especially the life of others. There are many coincidences that I’ve witnessed occur on this date, both in my life and a friends life. I’ll have to get into this later, but in my opinion, that date is a day taken advantage of by many global-elitist types and your typical puppet-type masters, velvety glove-types, as my friend refers to them as…anyways, back to the date, April 16th. It all started on April 16, 1987. My future to be girlfriend (which I met in March 1995) was a passenger on a motorcycle which got struck by a drunken driver at a high rate of speed. She went flying 20-30 yards into a tree and suffered critical multiple skull and leg compound fractures, so bad they wanted to amputate her leg. She also suffered a major concussion and possible brain-tissue trauma. After 18 surgeries over a period of almost 20 years, she recovered from her injury to a certain extent. Anyways, I just find this very strange that she got struck by a car on this day, and I don’t remember what happened to the drunk driver or whether there was an investigation even performed, which I believe would have been a good idea. So, that’s a horrible day for me, because like I said above, her nephew died on this day, so that really makes me trip. And another thing that is coincidental is that I get laid-off/terminated from a company on this very day once long ago in the past, the same company employed by some of her family. And even stranger, a few months later in August 2006, this same very person who got into the April 16th motorcycle accident and then her nephew died on this very same day, well, she almost died of a mysterious pneumonia in August 2006, so bad that I had to force her to go to the doctor on a Monday (the week of August 24, 2006). She went to the doctor alone, and I told her that I would be home after lunch-time from work to help her get her meds, and to my surprise, the doctor only prescribed Echinacea, cough syrup, and vitamin C. We tried this for a couple of days, and she wouldn’t get better, so I decided to drive her to the doctor two days later for a re-examination hoping they’d prescribe anti-biotics. The doctor put a device on her finger and came to the conclusion that she had a low-oxygen count in her bloodstream, then he wanted to schedule an appointment for x-rays, at which I refused and stated that I would rather take a more rapid approach and take her to the ER room which could order x-rays on a faster approach, as the body-x-ray machine was nearby, and the doctor agreed. During the beginning of the ordeal, that very Wednesday night, a different emergency doctor arrived for his shift in the late evening midnight-hour (we had arrived at about 2:30pm that day). He examined my girlfriend and freaked-out and stated that she needed to immediately be placed on a respirator and that I had to vacate the room, as they needed to prepare her for transport into the ICU. As they were wheeling her away, he told me that she had less than a 50% chance of survival. She became the most critical patient in that hospital at the end of August 2006 – mid September 2006. It was a horrible ordeal. In my opinion, the hospital was trying to take her life, as they became very concerned, because they couldn’t diagnose whether her pneumonia was bacterial or viral based. I believe that the hospital became panicked when she arrived, as a very similar situation had occurred at the hospital’s sister hospital up north in Vallejo, CA a few years earlier when a very similar patient came into the hospital with the very same symptoms, which turned out to be SARS, which took the lives of about 12-15 patients and employees within a few days. You can google, Kaiser Vallejo SARS 2003, 2004, or 2005 and you will probably be able to find the same article that I found on the 3rd day of her ordeal. Sorry to share such a horrible memory, but I believe that if I wouldn’t have been there, that she would have been murdered by nursing-staff’s very questionable practices. I say this because of the events that I witnessed, filmed, and complained about on various faxed letters to stay regulatory bodies and hospital management. Anyways, I can gather more details about this later with document jpegs, videos, and testimony. I need to download some video editing software, so maybe I can create a documentary about this event, as I believe it would be important for me to document and share. Hopefully one day, hospitals can have surveillance cameras above each ICU bed.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 16:23:36 +0000
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