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Fri Sep 10 19:07:53 CST 2021

When I first regained cognizance to a sufficient degree that I can consider my memory to be reliable, my first impression was simply that I was in a hospital, with no knowledge of why. I do not remember if I was tied to the bed at that point, but since I spent most of my time that way for the next several weeks I that probably the case.

I had been hospitalized once before, several years earlier. On that occasion I was admitted for influenza with possible sepsis. I was briefly unconscious the night I was admitted, having been sedated because of unmanageable pain. I awoke the next morning and over the next six days was treated and observed until deemed suitable for release.

I noticed that sanitation was not up to my expectations, but have no way of knowing how common that is. Aside from that, the facility seemed reasonably satisfactory. Little did I know how bad it actually was.

It was probably the next day when I visited by one of my two sisters. The universal excuse of 'covid' was used to limit visitors to one, and they came on alternate days. It took some time for me to recognize my sister when I saw her in the doorway, and probably a while after she sat down by the bed and began talking. In the following days I still did not immediately recognize either one upon arrival, and was at the time still experiencing hallucinations. (Apparently the doctor had not completely ended the drugs that had kept me unconscious, but only reduced them. Also, the effects of some of them linger for quite some time.)

They apprised me of the preceding events, and each day as my awareness improved we discussed the matter of when I would be released. Physically I felt reasonably well, and wanted to talk to the doctor. I was told he made the rounds each day (as is customary) in the morning, but I never saw him. It is possible he came in, but I have no memory of it. Days went by, and by the third week of consciousness I was beginning to believe they did not intend to let me go.

My drug-induced dreams, which were merged with my waking consciousness for some time, eventually became filled with attempts to find a way out, as they seemed determined to keep me there. I had no access to a phone or a computer, and my sisters were my only means of communication. As they realized what was happening, they decided to move me to an actual rehabililtation hospital, as my physical condition seemed to be deteriorating. They located two hospitals near my home that were willing to take me pending an assessment. I remember one of the representatives visiting me and making some observations. Eventually they had a tentative offer, and advised ACCH staff they would be moving me. They didn't like it much, but they were told that my insurance coverage was about to end (as my employment was being terminated) and became somewhat more amenable. In the end, they allowed me to be released in the custody of my sister who had a temporary guardianship. They insisted that I should not be cared for at home, but allowed me to leave.

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In addition to physical disability, which could possibly be overcome, I was no longer able to work. I was an information technology systems analyst (something of a legend in my circle in fact) and my work depended on working with computer code, systems protocols, and solving complex problems in emergencies. I am no longer to do that and am thus unemployable. I had no choice but to retire.

Considering the circumstances, I am fortunate to be alive. Had my family members not been able to get me out of there, I would soon have been beyond any possibility of recovery and quite likely dead. I have two siblings who not only are well educated and informed and recognized the problem, and even they had difficulty in extricating me from the situation. There a great many people who do not have those assets, and in many cases do not even know what is happening as they only have the information given to them by people who do not have their best interests in mind. Which leads to my suspicions that people are needlessly dying in that place.

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