I once knew, again, at Woodland Park hospital in 2002-2003 a doctor named Hiren Rana, psychiatrist. By his face and badge when i saw him at the nursing station and name on the duty board. I remember in the last day at my second stay they just admitted a very obese woman who could not move from her chair. Shortly after they took her into her room i saw them at the nursing station acting in a way like she passed away. I think i heard a few words. My English back then was still limited. I picked one word though. Pancreatitis.
Then when i went at a dr.'s office in Lake Oswego, back then named Doctor's (urgent care) i got to see a dr.Vandana Rana whom i thought was the wife of dr.Hiren Rana. (Not to be confused with dr.Vandana Bindal whom i saw at an office on Allen Blvd in Beaverton, those were times when i saw lots of doctors, maybe once a week). Now i know the reasons, i picked another batch from around the building today. But cigarette smoke is just a cover, the reasons are other smokes.
So i went to dr.Vandana Rana, on a short notice or no appointment at all. I remember it was around a Christmas or New Year's day, i felt very sick, and when she showed up of course i was expecting to see an Indian looking doctor, like the other Vandana in Beaverton. However i saw something looking like this.
Though i was exercising half hour to one hour daily those days, i wasn't looking exactly like Schwarzenegger, but it thought she threw some glances at my "muscles" when i took my shirt off, and made other lascivious gestures. In the end she told me to go home and eat something. During those days i already had some stains on my legs and i believe my diabetes or pancreatitis was on already.
Can't remember exactly, i will try to pull it off my records, a year or two later or after i saw in the news that dr.Lisa Masterson quit the show i went back to the same office, i believe it already changed its name to AFC, asked again to see dr.Vandana and when she entered the office i saw this.
Though this person looked more like a doctor (now i'm not sure anymore, there is a bit of attitude on her face) it intrigued me enough to give up the appointment. In fact i think it was then when i started to stop seeing doctors. I would just endure the "anxiety attacks", taking by blood pressure, oxygen level and maybe going for some air. Again in Lake Oswego i was gathering pounds of dog poo weekly from around the building.
About my adventure with
dr.Emilia Bertani at
Providence Immediate Care in Tigard i wrote in a separate blog post.
I believe both episodes contributed to me starting the match thing. I think i remembered other things from the past and started putting them together.
Years later, one day i was searching for faces (by now systematically, with lists from one or two countries only) i ran into a face that looked familiar, from TV (nose, ears look bigger or smaller according to focal length, age).
But i think it was after i found this guy
And way before this one.
Anyways. Of all the most i hate dr. Kenneth Erickson. I was introduced to him by "a common friend", Ron Boger, a guy whom i met at
BNC who looked like Leslie Nielsen. He was acting weird from the start. I was trying to describe to him on the phone my "symptoms" (in fact, symptoms created by bad environment, a stinky apartment and other controlled stimuli that were driving me nearly psychotic) and he told me "i can't play doctor on the phone". Should i had been more familiar with English language and American culture, i would have stopped the conversation in that second. I was at the end of a very bad period, 2002, after i had a very painful endoscopy, with light sedation (done without my knowledge) when "doctor Parent", don't know if an ordinary guy or actor can be trained to stick a 10 mm endoscope through your throat, it was dark in that room, could have been someone else in his place, i counted 16 pinches for biopsies i didn't ask for, i felt a very sharp pain a couple of times and then after a week or so i realized i had two broken ribs that were never diagnosed or documented.
So dr. Erickson admitted me at Woodland Park about a month after my ribs have healed for a simple nose congestion, malaise, and soon my hell began. I had this nose congestion that wouldn't let me sleep i didn't know about. I was chocking all the time without realizing and all i had to do was open my mouth and breath like i do now. He would see me daily and had this attitude, like, "you are now paying for everything". (I remember now, i had a psychiatrist, after, dr. Welch who sent me a letter while i was in Romania in 2004, it was conceived actually more for Angela, basically saying, "George, you are too crazy, and can't see you anymore, you're driving me nuts"). It was a real torture. At times i thought i was going to die. I even called the chaplain one day when walls seemed moving because of very high blood pressure, who said, "George, maybe you are dying and should really let go". And the stomach pain that never went away. So after the first two weeks i went back to the ER at Providence and they sent me back to Woodland Park but i was assigned to a different dr. (Collier, a woman, part native American with again a very vengeful attitude and i caught Christmas and New Year in there) and then i went to
Riles Center, a more relaxed place but that is another story.
And the assistant who looked like Carrie Fisher (an old woman already at the time). A real bitch. "Independently wealthy" she said. One Sunday, the lunch room was full of visitors and i was sitting with her at the same table and she told me who i was denying using drugs (as per her earlier question), "George, if you are saying so, why your tests [for drugs] come always positive" and for some reason i understood exactly the opposite and i didn't say anything after.
I remember there was another patient, a small but not old and still attractive woman who from time to time would fall on the floor, head first. And those days when they came at my window in the street to brake pavement with a pneumatic hammer driving me nuts.
And every time i was hearing Trans Siberian Orchestra on TV in the lunch (common) room playing that Christmas song, it was driving me nuts as well. Like every note hurt. Years after, that song was still traumatizing for me, every time i heard it.
And that male therapist who one day told me he sold everything, bought and RV and went for a long trip knowing he had some money in the market when the
market crashed. He told that to me like i was guilty.
(I now remember at Riles Center there was this young therapist named Michelle, i think she was too young to be a therapist, looking of course like Michelle from Glee who one day took me for a long walk in the street - i could barely move back then - and another day we went alone in a room in the center where there was a computer and i tried to explain to her what is internet and i even made quickly a web site and uploaded one of her pictures on it. And the older assistant who told me later: "You amazed Michelle with your bubbly personality!". Michelle seemed very nice, young, sexy and embarrassed, it was after Riles Center that i started my walks in parks, cause i realized i was almost paralyzed, for staying in home for years and not moving, prior to that).
I checked today and i found of course an office belonging to dr. Erickson that has a phone number, i guess i could make an appointment but what if i see the same dr. Harrisson and still can't prove anything after i get out? There is one clue though, it's got a
fb page attached to it that hasn't been updated since 2016.
In fact, i wrote this blog post trying to remember and systematize all my memories cause i'm thinking about suing. In small claims, cause i know i'll never find a lawyer.
But then i was thinking about Angela. She's got even more reasons to sue. Wrong direction radiation therapy leading to early menopause and shrinking other things in 2004. How could the doctor who operated her for cancer, many others, in 2004 have missed ASD which is since birth. I myself right now, after "training" on some web sites with heart sounds i could diagnose a person for ASD after a few seconds of listening to their heart with a stethoscope.
3 extra surgeries after open heart for "forgotten" wires. And after last one, Angela told me today she had never had an X-ray to confirm the last 2 wires were indeed removed.
Ok so i finally came to the point. What do i do. First, i don't know if i can
call witnesses in small claims. But if i could, then what? Call both dr. Ericskon and dr. Ford in the same time? And what if a dr. Ericskon shows but is not the same in this picture above, like it happened to me when i went to see again dr. Vandana Rana and he identifies to the court as dr. Erickson?
As for Angela. It's been over two years and can't sue for malpractice either. But if the doctor (surgeon) is not who he says he is but an actor (and of course somebody else operated in his place) is not malpractice, right? Is something else. Can it be attempted murder, torture?
I remember Angela came home after surgery in 2016, was on Oxycodone and saw the clipped wires coming out from the suture and she remembered dr. Jerry Swanson earlier that day pulled a piece of suture from there and she nearly pulled the wires that were tied to her heart thinking they were sutures?
I went earlier that day with her and dr. Jerry Swanson took us in an office with medical supplies and pulled a kit and tried to grab the piece of hanging suture with some sutures and his hands where shaking like one inch to the right and left and it took several attempts to do it. How could he had done the surgery?
And why dr. Swanson kept tell me, George, you have to think about your happiness while trying to i introduce me a nurse or assistant in a white robe who looked exactly like
days after Angela's surgery when she was hanging by a thread in her 1500 dollars a day room with a stinking toilet and high on opiates?
