illegal Arrest
On Saturday, February 11th, 1995, I ask to my roommate madam Gaetane Gagne of 880, rue Jogues #101, Sherbrooke, J1H 2X9, to leave her apartment for the day because I receive my parents and that I do not want to impose to them a religion war. She accepts freely knowing that it remains for me only fourteen days of exam and after I shall go to a training period during ten weeks in Florida. Whether it should not be my surprise to see her crossing in front of the patio door within an hour of midday when I share some pizza with my parents. Before she penetrates into her apartment, I explain to my parents that I am going to have a bath for I do not want to see her. While having my bath, I hope that she came back simply because of something she forgotten home. Having washed me, I went out of the bathroom dressed with my dress room and I saw madam Gaetane Gagne in the presence of my very disconcerted parents. It is while I point my finger in her direction severely by saying to her that she does not have the right to make this to me deeply by hitting the kitchen table with my right fist. It is while she says: «You see your son has never been aggressive like this towards me, it is necessary to call the police.» My father did not say a word, then not being afraid of the police I say to her: «Call the police!»
She takes over the phone and says wih a very calm tone: «I am in the presence of my roommate mister Serge Lacombe who is himself in the presence of his father and his mother, he is in an insane state.» And than using a very anxious tone: «Quickly! Quickly! Send two police cars not one but two at 880, rue Jogues #101, Sherbrooke. Quickly! Quickly!» When she was betraying me in the telephone, I had a reaction to advance towards her without ever touch her body. My father kept me continuously by thinking that I was going to jump on her. Poor man, all over his ignorance he could not see this Machiavellian plot. As for my mother in front of this type of situation, she sees nothing there, then knowing that my father had used this situation to give him a reason to live. Thinking I am there without any witness on my side, I judged that it was better for me to leave then to stay there. Then, I quickly get dressed and I left with what I have of more important, my school bag because I really have two weeks of exams before leaving for Florida.
Ah! Yes, I forgot to say that I have left with four eggs uncooked that I had deposited in my pockets. Is it defend by law or is it defend by medicine? I head therefore at my friend's Restaurant La Falaise Saint-Michel at 100, rue Webster, Sherbrooke, J1H 5N3 whom I want to thank publicly. Thanks to misters Patricks Lagniel and Michel Igual whom they can join by tel: (819) 346-6339 or by fax: (819) 346-4622 for the reservation of a worthy table of honourable mention and whose reputation is not any more to make. They really a part of these people who will have allowed me to be here today. I explain to them what has just happened at my home and than I went to the police station of Sherbrooke on Marquette street, to deposit my version of the facts there.
We are on Saturday, February 11th, 1995, it is 15:30, I see the official policeman and say to him: «My name is Serge Lacombe, I live at 880, rue Jogues #101, Sherbrooke. About one hour and half ago, my roommate madam Gaetane Gagne called you so that you come to pick me up so I am here to give you my version of the facts.» He makes me wait in vain, during about fifteen minutes. In what purpose? I ignore it and ask again to him to take my deposition. In front of this second refusal, I ask him to bring me a psychologist for that I saw one yesterday at the College and that I want to understand for what reason they do not want to take my deposition. They point out to me a police car which was park outside the police station, by saying to me board into this police car these two policemen are going to drive you to a psychologist.
I arrive outside to sit in the police car, when they ask to put the handcuffs on me. I went back inside the police station and I saw again this official policeman by explaining to him that I refuse to put these handcuffs because I am not a criminal. He says to me while it is the law which stipulates that every person boarding into a police car have to to be handcuffed. I surrender and accepted to be handcuffs my hands in the back. What I would not make to see a psychologist especially because I am not under an arrest for if I was they would have than pronounced my rights. Finally they drive me in the Centre Hospital University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE), 3001, 12th north avenue, Fleurimont (Quebec) J1H 5N4 . I came out this police car at about 16:00 and before entering inside this hospital I take some big whiffs of cool air. Then, I enter in with a filled torso and my head straight and up with a very joviality smile. Of a peace which seems to frighten, because both policemen who accompany me surely have no habit of it because I saw them trembling in their pants. They are definitely more afraid than me.
I entered on February 11th at 16:00 in that Hospital to be release of it only on April 12th, 1995 at 10:30, let me say, that I was never imprisoned, however the the condemned prisoner, he knows it when he will be liberated at the end of so many days while me I knew it when I went out of it. How that happened to me. First of all, my mother revealed me the truth in May: «Serge what did you wanted us to do in this February 11th, 1995 after that your roommate Gaetane Gagne had said to me and to your father that you did not go to school any more, that you doped yourself, you took sleeping pills , that you did not sleep any more, that you did not eat any more, that you awakened her at night and that you hurt her.» You would have been able to ask me if it was true, when I went out of the bathroom this day there. My father as for him would not have been able to make understand madam Gagne that it was useless to call the police for the gesture which I had just put down, that is to say to point severely a finger on a woman without touching her while pounding a fist on a kitchen table by saying:
«You have no right to do this to me.» My father even declared to me without realizing it probably, having declared to the police of Sherbrooke February 11th, 1995: «Yes, I saw my only son trying to kill this woman in front of me.» My roommate madam Gaetane Gagne would have declared to the police of Sherbrooke on February 11th, 1995: «My roommate Serge Lacombe tried to kill me in front of his father and his mother.»
What Machiavellian conspiracy! Even my father mingled with it, because what did he have to lose in this story? Only a son who was never allowed to prevail by him. It was a nice opportunity for him to give himself a reason to live, him who saw his boy succeeding where several was unable to make it. He seized the opportunity for which he has waited for fifteen years to make a failure of my life because he has never agreed to see me leaving my job of civil servant, him who has worked for thirty-five years of his life in the bottom of a plant as stock controller. It is for this reason besides that I always knew how to forgive to my father for evil that he made to my family, that I always supported my father in his tests and that I always hid the violence which lives in him since I am aware of it.
On February 11th, 1995 at about 16:00, I got in that Centre Hospital University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE), located in 3001, 12th north avenue, Fleurimont, J1H 5N4. Both policemen who accompany me, point out to me my room located at the emergency. This room is a isolation room. They ask me, if they can release me from the handcuffs without any problem and if they can close the door behind me. I reply by the affirmative. To make a summary of these 57 days of committals as much as I can do. Let me talk to you about the movie «Vol au dessus d'un nid de coucou.» the French version of «One flew over the cuckoo's nest.» with the American actor Jack Nicholson. This film being a classic which some of you saw, they even said to me that they use this film in the training of these people who work in psychology as well as in psychiatry. This film was produced from the tale of a book, his author has probably dream about the future. It being known by those who make some. In the hospital, I was Jack Nicholson. However, I did not have electroshock therapy and they did not open me the skull to go to search in brain.
I had been
during 57
days physically and mentally torture of all kind.
I saved the life of
madam Pauline Bergeron,
this lady at 07:00
in the morning was in a fit state convulsive very serious, her skin began
to turning blue,
her eyelids
twinkled continuously and her eyes were in a bizarre state.
I saved her life by taking her by both arms by asking her to stay with us because it was not the time for her to leave, that God still needed her on this earth. I reacted more quickly than the medical team a nurse who was call to watch the patient next to her. Then, I applied to Pauline who lent me her Sony Walkman every evening with the tape «Memorandum of God» where from I acquired all inspiration which I needed to continue acting definitely in spite of the torture, a transfer of energy by positive polarity.
Besides to confirm my success, my torturers Lynn Gaudreault psychiatrist doctor, as well as Mark Lefebvre doctor and a certain «Ousef» trainee in psychiatry commits to delayed to me on March 20th, 1995 only one «note of evolution» in the file #398068: (What you will read in boldface, was intentionally added by me because patients were witness of my behaviour inside this accursed wing. Furthermore I had the chance to see my friends who visiting me every day. And thanks to them, whom I want to thank publicly, I knew how to overcome any obstacle which they raised in front of me. While, the text underlined which you will read was written and scratched by the medical team.):
«Psychiatry, patient notified that:
1 - If direct threat against personnel (s) or beneficiary (ies) either patient (s) or masculine or female visitor (s)
2 - Otherwise collaboration with the team:
* Try of healing of other patients?
* Disturbances frequent in the meeting of other patients?
One hour in 61, jacket and PRN (Haldol + Ativan)
1 - If agitation or non-controllable attack by other means
One hour in 61, jacket and PRN (Haldol + Ativan) »
All this writing is only falseness, except for 61 i.e. isolation room located in the 4B of the Centre Hospital University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE) and PRN (Haldol + Ativan) intramuscular PRN i.e. injection, (Haldol + Ativan, two medicaments to control the mood very strong for the brain).
If madam Pauline Bergeron came to die even before she supports my writings, you will consider all doctors who played with her body for forty years as criminals and you will have to consider them to be as such because these are the admissions of madam Bergeron who is fifty five-year-now old.
Therefore let me say to you for what they use this isolation room at the emergency of the Centre Hospital University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE). It goes without saying that this room is under electronic listening, they film there your behaviour. I had guessed it even before to put my feet there. His door is provided with three locks, they lock me up in double turn there. I am left with a bed bolted on in the floor, a small table on wheel that we can use to eat in the bed and a plastic litre as water container as we find in any hospital. I drink my water because I am thirsty. When we absorb a litre of water and when we are normally constituted, the desire to urinate comes fast. At this instant, knowing that I should not become aggressive inside this room, I invite the members of the medical team of the emergency individually to come to open for me the door by turning the door handle to attract their attention, then I acquired their attention by indicating to them by sign to come to open. I turned the handle twenty-four times without violence, without aggressively and without receiving any answer. Am I patient? Yes, because according to «Webster Dictionary» I am in the hospital therefore I am patient. So patient that I find with my lucidity to urinate in this water container rather than to make it on the ground or else in my pants not to become aggressive and by hoping that a member of this medical team will come to inquire about me soon.
After a certain time, it is normal to be thirsty having urinate suchlike. All over my lucidity, not having had answer during twenty-four try and error, I knock of a good punch in this Plexiglas window. I succeeded in making move a member of the medical team. He opens the door and I tell him my history by saying to him this: «I am perfectly lucid, this it is a water container and inside there is my urine because rather to urinate on the ground or in my pants, because you did not come when I asked you for 24 times, I was made to act suchlike. Now my friend this behaviour goes contrary to the Canadian Charter of rights and freedom of the person, furthermore it is a serious breach of my vital needs. Bring me to the tap that I can be taken myself some fresh water, this is pressing!»
I also made some yoga sat in this bed as a yogi in his position of lotus by invoking God by saying: «Lord, Jesus Christ protect me in any circumstances, at all times, every where.» My father, who knows how to read no text of law came to sign papers to see me committed, it was 19:00 when he comes in the edge of the door, I seize him firmly by his left coat sleeve, attract him towards me and close this door behind him by saying to him: «Dad, do you know the history of this room? Look at these marks on the wall it been made by the nail of a human being in the past, point out all these scalds on the floor made by cigarettes, see this cellaring in this Plexiglas practically transverse, was also made by the nails of a human being very as these streaks.» Then I carry my right hand around his shoulders by asking him: «Do you want to make a Ruth, a Gilbert or an Ulysse with me as your brothers and sisters?» Then he left by saying to me that he preferred to see me inside than outside. You made a nice failure of my studies.
Sunday evening, on February 12th, 1995 at about 20:00, a nice nurse comes to see me to tell to me that I should sleep because I did not close the eye for 39 hours. I answers to her that I did not come here to sleep. At 20:30, a nurse arrives at me with a sleeping drug, I says to him: «You go against the Canadian Charter of rights and freedom of the person», idem at 21:00 and 21:30. I say to him while I would like to get some water instead. My nurse answers me that he is going to bring some water, for he is tired to see me travelling at the tap since my arrival. He is not wrong because I drank a lot of water. At 21:35, my nurse arrives with a pot at water. I ask him to wait besides me, while I smell this water, I say to him: «I do not want to drink this water, because you puts sleeping drugs inside!» This nurse reveal himself because his head had changed of colour.
At 21:55, they issued a code #55 against me, two nurses of Herculean shoulders in my room arrived. I didn't expect that for me, they puts me on bed by force. With an adrenalin secretion I succeed in raising them, it is at this instant there that six to eight members of the medical team throw themselves on us as they make it on a holder of a football balls, it is me which is underneath. I had probably the same feeling of this taxi driver Richard Barnabe about whom they not intend to speak since this story had been judged in front of the human beings, I realized that my ribs were probably more flexible than his, because mine did not break. Then, the second snare occurred, knack, they tear your nicest shirt to inject you then a unknown substance into the backside to leave me finally alone.
I am surprised to see that after the injection, I have no pain in my backside where the needle was introduce, I discover instead a paranormal phenomenon rather a new feeling from the end of my fingers up to my shoulders. Warmth and prickle are very nice, I like this feeling of ease and it points out to to me that Jesus Christ accompanies me in this hospital. Besides, since this musculature injection, my two forearm are hard as steel. This feeling lasts about fifteen minutes and then I sleep about fourteen hours. In the waking, a nurse comes to say to me that all medical team suffers to see me confined to reside in this small room and that they go all out to find me one inside the hospital.
On Monday, February 13th, 1995 at about 16:00, I am invited to follow both nurses who will aim me to a new room, who they say to me that it is located on the fourth floor. They take the elevator, to go there; I have a certain difficulty in walking, I am in a physical state upset by this «lawful narcotic of the day before». At the exit of the elevator, I see a door which they open by pushing a red pressure button, my intuition says to me that it is their that they drive me and my lucidity informs me that I shall not go out from there as I get ready to enter there. I walk in this square of hall, nobody becomes identified with me. A patient of the name of Rejean Saint-Pierre approaches me by saying, you have just arrived here you, I had a good dialogue with him. Later, they invite me to a cross-examination, these psychiatrists doctors asked to me three questions: «What date we are today? Do you believe in God? And did you accept His powers? In the first one, I said to them: «We are at present on Monday on February 13th, 1995 it is 16:30 without reference to my watch!» In the second, I answered in all honesty: «Indeed that I believe in God, Jesus Christ our Saviour.» In the third, I answered: «Yes! It is obvious that I have powers, besides on December 25th, 1995 I accepted a gift from Him to have more to help others. I so well used it that February 4th, 1995, God came into my body. I prefer to be possess by God than by the Demon.» Especially with the hallucinogens that they had injected in me the day before.
Meeting it is ended on it. When I arrive in front of the guard's post, all medical team was in front of me, I present myself to them by saying to them : «Good Day to you all, my name is Serge Lacombe, I am perfectly lucid and I know very well where I am, I am at the Centre Hospital University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE) presently. I agree to be here without any treatment. You are about twenty persons in front of me, none of you will be able to give it to me, even if you try to be united all together you wont be able to make it.» I was very calm, I even was stood back about ten feet of them, I was separated by a even a reception desk. It is true that I pointed them off all with my finger while swivelling on myself.
A man who exceeded his group by a head, took fright by saying: «It is necessary to call the police!» I answered: «Call, the police you are twenty against me, I believe that I need protection.» After about thirty minutes of wait, two policemen of Sherbrooke Police arrive. They invite me to follow them in a room which proves to be the isolation room of the 4B, that is #61. One of the armed policemen says to me: «There is a bed, you will lie down on it. Don't you!» I am perfectly lucid and noting that I am disarmed, I lie down. Then he adds this: «This lady is nurse, she is going to prick you a backside then you are going to be allowed her to make. Hey!» I am still perfectly lucid then I comply according to his order. Let me say that the injection that I had received at the emergency was one of test, because this dose was three to four times as concentrated.
I realized it on Tuesday, February 14th, 1995, having slept from 18:30 to 11:32, that is 17:02. I got up with the help of a nurse who wanted to leed me in front of the doctors. I walked by rolling my shoulder on the wall while being supported by this nurse. Sat in front of these men, one got ahead on me by saying to me: «I am doctor can I help you?» I had side effects so much infamous, I was as a puppet show who feels pain from the head to the foot. I suffered so much that I hung myself with my two hands to his arm by crying and by saying yes. It is as it, that I accepted the treatment «per os» (or even by the mouth). This day there, I was a «muddle dedaleen» and I see again the same doctors who explain to me that the illness which developed in me is not serious in itself when it is Lithium treated.
Besides mister Pierre Peladeau the one who is possessing the Journal of Montreal and at the head of the Quebecor Empire is publicly displayed as manic-depressive and we treat him with some Lithium and now he does very well.
In front of this unacceptable medical stupidity, I answer them: «Speak to me therefore of Graham Bell and Henry Ford, two were taken for madmen before they acknowledge the genius of their creations. Mister Bell invented the telephone, today thanks to him we can send a letter or a photograph to the other ends of the earth thanks to his creation while mister Ford was the creator of the production of a serial car. At this time there, there was no Lithium then and I know that I am not in lack of this salt. You are in medical error and you go contrary to our Canadian Charter of rights and freedom of the person (or even Humen Rights).»
At 21:55, a woman came in my room awakening me with her flashlight by lighting me in full face and in a vigorously tiresome way forced me to take this prescription of pills. It was really nightmare to have to live it in a hospital of Quebec, believe me my friends.
On Wednesday, February 15th, 1995 at 12:00, I have dinner in my room and the medical team prevent me to wear the clothes which my friend Genevieve Lamoureux had specifically brought for me. At 14:55, I accept the visit of my professor Patrick Metcalfe who came to announce me that he was indicated for the valuation of my return to the school. At about 16:18, four specialists of mental illness are sitting down around me forming a semicircle and during thirty minutes in a tempo of a second say to me alternately: «Does this quickly turn in your head? This quickly turns in your head? It must turn quickly in your head! This quickly turns surely in your head!»
Once per second during thirty minutes it makes a total of 1 800 times.
At the end of thirty minutes, I was tired enough to answer negatively to their question I answered by a yes only to analysis the behaviour of these specialists. They all got up all at once and exit the room having heard a yes from me. I ask them: «Eh! What are you doing? Why do you leave so?» They say to me then: «We finished, it is ended!» At 21:00, a nurse comes to see me with two pills in her hand, one to sleep and the other one to decelerate my brain.
On Thursday, February 16th, 1995, 04:00, I go to the guard's post, because my throat drawing away a dry cough, I am unable to sleep in this state. No cough syrup is available, what draws away a lack of sleep for me. At 07:12, it is my first catch of blood for the end of proportion of Lithium. At 07:30, I made the decision to refuse willingly medicaments which they gave me. According to Canadian Charter of rights and freedom of the person (or even Humen Rights). At 09:46, the psychiatrist in future give me my clothes, I hope for my freedom at the same time because I have no busness there. I am more clever than all medical team. At 14:47, I refuse th Lithium as treatment. At 15:59, I give some Belgian chocolate coming from my friend Patrick Lagniel to the psychiatrists doctors, during one of these numerous meetings.
On Friday, February 17th, 1995, 08:38, on the same shift, they change nurse to try to succeed in manipulating with more wealth. Why do they act so? Do they make it to every patients? What are the interests? In what purposes do they make it? Is it means, the most efficient that medicine finds to reassure the psychopath?!... At 09:34, I have a meeting with my doctors. At 09:53. I give an article treating some Lithium that I read in the Journal of Montreal to the psychiatrists. At 21:55, I phoned my friends Michel Igual and Eric Nutbrown.
On Saturday, February 18th, 1995, from 11:30 to 14:00, I am nicked by this lecherous medicine, I cannot remember of what manner. However, they chose a Saturday, because they during the weekend discharge the majority of the patients so that in this time there, you had hardly witnesses of the scene on your side. Overall, intramuscular injection by Machiavellian force of a substance which affected my view as well as my metabolism which is now greatly decelerated.
On Monday, February 19th, 1995, 16:00 I sold my trip for Daytona Beach, Florida, to madam Caroline Boisvert from Lennoxville for the sum of $130. The initial price of this trip was 279 $, I must have suffered a $149 loss. Madam Boisvert paid me with a check #50037 815 049 625 7, her check was really good and I want to thank her publicly for this.
On Wednesday, February 22nd, 1995, between 09:00 and 12:00, I went with a future psychiatrist to visit the department of electronic microscopy of the Centre Hospital University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE) because I said that this activity was part of my training of our lesson of histology. I persuaded all the medical team to lead me to this event, me who wanted to see again the group #1308 for the good of all. In spite of the fact that they had transformed me in neuropath. I knew how to control some of my side effects not to frighten these young adults.
On Thursday, February 23rd, 1995, from 16:00 to 19:30, my parents came to visit me at the hospital. Why did they leave Verdun, one a Thursday afternoon to come to see me? My mother always worked for the Income Ministry of Quebec and I knew that they needed her at her job. In June, I asked that question to my parents, I was not lucky for they suffer in this case of the recent discovery of the medicine, they suffer from the Alzheimer illness. It is easier to make are self sick than to keep are self in health. Though it is there, I would well like to know why they came one Thursday rather than a Saturday.
At 18:00, I am happy because my friend Genevieve Lamoureux brings to me some new battery CR2025 for my electronic agenda. Thanks for all that was made possible because mister Patrick Lagniel advanced me the necessary amount of money for the purchase of them and because mister Marcel Bergeron, the husband of the woman that I saved her life in this hospital which provided me the necessary screwdriver in order to opening of my electronic agenda. It is a miraculous event in itself because I can continue to write.
On Monday, February 27th, 1995, 10:00, I received the interdiction to participate in activities with my friends the patients of the 4B, by my internal psychiatrist. I do not grab the sense of this proscription, it is devoid of sense. My internal psychiatrist cannot even say to me why they act so.
On Tuesday, February 28th, 1995, 08:30, I read an article in the Journal of Montreal of mister Peladeau who is called: Research advances, maniac-depression. It is written in this article: «According to the researchers of one of the main psychiatric hospitals of Canada, this evil affects near a million of Canadian.» According to the statistic of 1993 we were 28 753 000 Canadian to live in the country, what amounts to saying that one Canadian of 28,75 is attained by this illness. This illness all over its bipolarity is very popular, medicine uses it as police insurance and this is what is necessary to change. It is obviously necessary to prevent this abuse of power.
On Wednesday, March 1st, 1995, between 10:00 and 11:00 they force me, in this Ash-Wednesday, in participated against my will in a volleyball activity. I even do not succeed in touching the ball once so much that I am neuropath at the farthest by their pills. From 11:00 to 11:30, I see my internal psychiatrist and during my meeting with him, I threaten him to change hospital if they do not answer my vital needs. From 14:00 to 14:45, I walk around the Centre Hospital University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE) with other patients. We are accompanied by the nurses of our special wing.
On Saturday, March 4th, 1995, between 19:00 and 20:30, I accept the visit of madam Lise Pelletier aunt of my friend Genevieve Lamoureux. This lady was schocked to see what they had made to me, because we had seen each other in the time of Holidays. She who works in the field of soft medicine by playing what they call «Reiki» pointed out this Machiavellian stupidity.
On Sunday, March 5th, 1995, between 14:00 and 15:30, I participate as a neuropath of the Centre Hospital University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE) at an controlled exit by my father outside. I recovered the opinion poll which I had filled on February 10th, this one having resided in my locker at the College. I also went home to go to get other clothes. Once our way back at the hospital, my father lends me forty dollars. It was twenty-two days since I had gone out of the hospital fields. I explain to my father that I must move from my actual room in this next Saturday because I have one sister only and her birthday will belong. Let me say to you that I did not have difficulty in persuading him of the importance of this day for me. On the contrary, he wanted me to move everything to his place to be able to have more control of me, because in illness we become much more vulnerable.
On Monday, March 6th, 1995, 15:00, I call my friend Patrick Lagniel to kindly ask him to allow me to store my belonging at his place. I ask this to my best friends, however this last had seen me as a «muddle dedadeen» the week before asking him this. He understand nothing in this rapid move, but in front of the clarity of my request, I achieved really to persuade him to store my furniture in the warehouse located above his restaurant. I hold by these writings to thank him publicly for hi humanitarian, shone gesture, and his wife Joel, her associate mister Michel Igual as well as all personnel of this nice culinary place. I apologize for everything at the same time disadvantages attributable to all these swindlers who were pitiless in all this history. However, one day Serge Bourassa-Lacombe Foundation will monopolize the Restaurant La Falaise Saint-Michel for a very special culinary menu and as President-founder and Inspector I shall delay you publicly a check to cover all your incurred expenses of service. I like you all, and I think of you very often.
On Saturday, March 11th, 1995, from 09:30 to 16:00, I came to take out my furniture from my home very because this place reminds for me of very bad memories. My father, as well as my friends: Patrick Lagniel restaurator, Claude Jodoin cook at La Falaise Saint-Michel and Eric Nutbrown caretaker of a high school and of a church came to help me in my move. At 15:00, I must take my medicine, because I am under a conditional permission. To acquire this leave, I promised to accept that my father accompanies me to protect me from my neurotic state caused by the medications which they gave me up to now.
I must take 300mg of Lithium besides a small pink pill which accompanies it.
In this neurotic state I tremble so much that I avoid from it tablets down furthermore having succeeded in carrying them in my mouth, I splash my clothes and the kitchen floor in front of my father, my mother and my friend Eric. My mother is the first person who helps me by saying to me: «It is not serious, you are going to recover one day!» To have been normally constituted at this instant there, I would have been able of my two hands to kill madam Gaetane Gagne this roommate whom I wanted to help by installing me at her place because she was in need of that 200 $ as income. Furthermore this lady was in the apartment precisely to protect herself from me more, because a liar when she lies, she knows it.
On Monday, March
13th, 1995, at 11:30,
the medical team
refuses my final leave of the hospital.
From 16:00 to 16:45,
my internal
psychiatrist realizes that
the concentration of
Lithium is too well brought up in my blood.
I life supporting an intoxication because the day before my internal psychiatrist had asked me how many litres of water did I drink a day? I answered him: «I drink four litres of water a day, without counting the liquid contained in all fruits and all food which I use a day.» My psychiatrist asked me then, to reduce my consumption of water by half. While Fabricating it according to the writings of CPS (or even Compendium) say: «It is imperious for the sick man to follow a normal diet where sodium chloride and liquids will be present during the treatment of Lithium.»
On Tuesday, March 14th, 1995, 15:00, I decide to stop any treatments, given that I does not take Lithium anymore from yesterday by medical proscription. My physical and mental body orders me to stop using this lawful narcotic prescribed to check side effects of Lithium. Then, I cease using hypnotic Dalmane, antipsychotic Haldol and Rivotril anticonvulsant. This decision of survival caused the first period of weaning of my life. Furthermore the medical team cut me from all my privileges besides finding me with all this medical team on the back. I decide to put down a symbolic gesture to memorialize event, the shoot of this beard will remind me of the start of this no medicamented life by this lawful said narcotic.
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