support. This medical team had the
reasons of the world very to believe in a sliding of my part towards a deep
depression where from this potential of dangerosity for me or for
others. Many witnesses saw with which Force of courage, I was full of spirit
to develop this Rage to conquer this mystical and Machiavellian abusers with patience and persistence.
On Monday on March 27th, 1995, my body had got rid of very
side effects which have prevented me until this day from reviewing my school notes with the aim of my final exams. At 19:00, my friend Genevieve Lamoureux brought me my notebook of Pathology because my professor
Patrick Metcalfe will based is evaluation on this material to establish my potential
success for my final exams.
On Tuesday, March 28th, 1995, they delayed me a brochure
edited for the Direction of communications... Rights and appeal of the
persons accepted in closed cure. During a meeting with psychiatrist, there
is a loss of control of the mood of this lady because I still refuse her
treatment, by saying to her that my weight is 155lbs and that according
to Health Canada I am in health. At 20:30, my beard was now
old of fourteen days and it was really itching because it was curly.
Happily, that madam Angele Bergeron girl of Pauline had come to cut it for
me. I want to thank this woman publicly, because her scissors and razor
definitely allowed me to keep the control of situation.
On Wednesday, March 29th, 1995, 15:30, my professor Patrick
Metcalfe came to visit me to determine the improvement of my mental
capacities. In spite of this improvement my professor
evaluator
recommends me to make my exams from 1st till 19 May, to put all the chances
on my side he said to me. Me who wants to make these exams at the same time as
the students of the group #1307. It would have allowed me to avoid to make my exams
alone and to make my trainee later.
On Friday, March 31st, 1995, at 16:05, the psychiatrist says to
me: «Mister Lacombe, you know very well that you were accepted on February
11th, 1995 in this hospital, because you had a potential of killer outside.» It is at this instant there that I openly closed up towards her, because
she was stubborn by baiting me persistently to try to make me ill.
In the evening a nurse take my left hand and personally left
carries out a pronation with my hand and my forearm, while putting a
pressure of his right thumb on a position of suffering located on this
forearm to test my degree of aggressiveness, he says to me. It was rather a
gesture of provocation for his part in front of the analyst of situation
the internal psychiatrist. What would have been able to become a nice nicks
because I had my free right fist to hit his left temple wildly. Made to
underline, this nurse had the wrist twice bigger than mine. What would
they have made of me, if I had put down this type of gesture in front of
this evaluator?
On Wednesday, April 5th, 1995, 11:00, I have a meeting with
my psychiatrist concerning the reappraisal of this closed cure or keep in
establishment which will end on April 7th, 1995, is after 21 days. In spite
of my good behaviour, psychiatrist decides to extend my hospitalization of a
second remedy, that one according to
law must be of a length of 90 days.
I ask her why? She says to me: «Mister Lacombe, you are not
manic-depressive, I see paranoid episodes in you. For this reason, I ask you
to return to all activities as much indoors as outside the borders of
the Centre Hospital University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE). I notify you however that if you use an activity to
escape, the police will bring you back to the hospital. I trust in you and
we need your whole collaboration and your full trust towards the medical
team. From 13:30 to 14:30, I participate in an activity inside, light
exercise and relaxation.
On Thursday, April 6th, 1995, in the morning, I participate in a
hockey game for the end of behaviour evaluation. You who
read me, did you hit yourself intentionally with a hockey stick on your tibia? To put off
a whole medical team, me who plays without
treatment in front of these
neuropaths patients, psychopaths, muddle dedaleens
as well as some nurses, I anticipate the game and I deliberately put my
left leg in front of this slap shot without noticing it. I stop
suddenly playing to go to this watering refrigerated machine place to cool down my
leg. The representative of this activity gives me some urgent ice, I treat
myself alone during about fifteen minutes. Later, I am transformed into Kirk
Muller, I perform at general surprise a return to game by limping lightly. I
apply of the ice to all breaks of game, I count 2 goals and I achieve 2
nice passes which will allow to my team mates to mark. Our team win the
games 8 against 3. It is that what I call to have this Force of courage, it was
the price to be paid for my social reintegration. Besides, I carry another
light mark on the epidermis. To thank me for this courage, the medical team
refused me to play bowling outside the borders of the Centre Hospital
University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE) with all
these patients who they wanted all that I accompany them.
On Saturday, April 8th, 1995, 09:30, I ask a nurse, the
approval to go to the snack-bar to buy the newspaper «La Tribune de
Sherbrooke». He says
to me then: «I am not authorize to give you the approval to let you to go there alone.» I ask him
then to be accompanied and he accepts. At 13:30, I walk finally outside, I
feel then as a horse that they go out of stable in spring. I need to spend
all this energy. Unfortunately I am slowed down by the nurse who accompanies
us, I cannot walk at my pace because I move away inevitably from the
group. I decide to walk around them, however I walk so quickly that it them
dazed every some not much. In the course of this step, I see arriving, from
Verdun, my parents on board
of their van. Instinctively, I run towards them while this nurse shouts me
to come back. His command
indifferent
me absolutely because I smell my next freedom, I am on the point of winning
this brain war.
On Sunday, April 9th, 1995, at 08:15, I am once again
nicked because I am, in the bad place and at at the bad time, that is to say
in this case in guard's post without witness on my side, four nurses did point out to me this room
#61. Rather than to fight with them and
to muck up all equipment all over the wounds that I would have had the time
to inflict on them before they succeeds in preventing me from it, I decided
to leave in this isolation room. Where these mystical and Machiavellian
torturers intimidated me in three resumptions. To locate you well this room
is closed by a door provided with a transparent square
Plexiglas having
two locks. Between this door and the hall of the wing there is a small hall which
links up these two parts, the door overlooking the hall of the wing is
really full so that when you are in isolation nobody see you, you become
therefore for your torturers a very vulnerable prey because you have no more
means to be supported by witnesses of event.
You are all the more vulnerable and more pitiable, when you
know beforehand that these pitiless swindlers without scruple and without
soul and conscience shall never hesitate to ask for police help to nourish
their deranged thirst mystically towards this Machiavellian stupidity. This
day there, I remained one hour there, it is long to wait during one hour a
person who does not come. At 09:15, they point out to to me the exit by
saying to me that my internal psychiatrist wants to see me. At 09:20, I
invite therefore by telephone to come to meet me during this day for my protection
given that twenty days having accepted the written warning which threatened
me of an isolation room, they had succeeded in nicking me. From 09:30 to 09:55, I
am in meeting with my internal psychiatrist, the psychiatrist on duty as
well as this future psychiatrist. They make a comeback on the event of
the day in me eloquent of my aggressivity and my illness manic-depressive. I
speak to them of health by fruits, while picking my grapefruit in front of
them. Even before eating it, I offer it to the team of psychiatrist sat in
front of me. I feed on this juicy fruit containing this natural sugar. The
psychiatrist on duty says to me then: «Mister Lacombe, if you refuse to take
your treatment, your hospitalization is going to be longer and it risks putting
in danger your scholastic year.»
In front of his incomprehension, I give him a photocopy
of a newspaper article coming from «La Tribune de Sherbrooke» of April 4th, 1995 about
which they speak of this MEDICAL MAFIA treated as such by the writer and
doctor Guylaine Lanctot and I ask him to joint this with my medical file as
well as my curriculum vitae. He says to me then: «Mister Lacombe I see that
you would have be a very, very good lawyer.» At 15:00, my friend
Genevieve Lamoureux arrives with my school bag, such as I asked to her this
morning. At 19:00, Patrick Lagniel and
Claire Boulanger comes to determine my
physical and mental state of health.
On Monday, April 10th, 1995, at 13:30, I sign the official
papers for the complaint which I formulated against the hospital and the
medical team of the 4B, that must be sent to the Commission of the Social
Affairs of Quebec. Documents were entrusted to the representatives: Carole Panneton
and Sophie Caron from Prodef Estrie. At 16:30, I have a meeting with
my new psychiatrist given that I forced other one to take a small vacancy.
In the presence of the internal psychiatrist and in this trainee in future,
this new psychiatrist announces to me that my closed cure is now opened. The program
of this opening is the following they will liberate me on Tuesdays mornings
for 24 hours to evaluate with me how it went on this activity on Wednesdays to see if
there is a potential of dangerosity to reintroduce
me socially. It is envisaged that I sleep in the hospital for a night during
my return.
On Tuesday, April 11th, 1995, I want to leave at about 09:30, because my friend Claude Jodoin said
that he was available this morning to come to pick me up at the Centre Hospital
University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE). I realize in that morning that they
had deceived me the day before because they said to me that my departure will
not be before 13:30 because the release papers will not be ready
before that time. I call my friend Claude Jodoin to make him aware of this
incident because I especially do not want to make him lose his day. At 10:15, the medical team of the 4B announces me that I can leave. My nurse says
to me: «Give me the time to prepare your treatment for your day of
freedom.» I answer him: «I am in health, I shall not therefore need this
treatment.» My internal psychiatrist says to me in his turn: «Mister
Lacombe, I agree to prescribe you
Stelazine in a dosage
of 1mg. b.i.d. as you asked me for it. However this dose will never be
rather sufficient for you, a minimal dose of 2mg. b.i.d. will be requested.»
At 10:35, I leave the psychiatric wing of the
Centre Hospital University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE). At 11:34 I arrive at the
College of Sherbrooke (now
called CEGEP of
Sherbrooke) in the
department of animal health. I meet the professors: Patrick Metcalfe, Michel
Lockwell and Claire Bariteau, the technician Nathalie Provost as well as 20
students + or - 5. Then in the department of biology I speak with a
cycling professor whose name I ignore.
At 12:45, I go alone at the Coffee A.L. Van Houtte to have
dinner with my friend Claire Boulanger. A lady who entrusted me one day,
long before that I am hospitalized, to have been raped by a nurse in a
psychiatric wing of a hospital of
Sherbrooke when she was 19 years old. This lady is thirty-eight years
old now, they control her mood therefore for 19 years. She is
aware that her body is use to all the
medications which she must take a day. Perhaps that if the psychiatric domain
would cease spying her on deceitfully while baiting her on a regular
bases, perhaps that she would live in an improved well-being finally.
They said that a paranoiac psychopath, that is to say attained most often by a
frenzy of persecution which becomes identified by intuition or
interpretation from wrong premises. However, I was witness with her sister
Mary of a true premise on Friday, May 5th, 1995 during the evening when we were all
three in the bar Meadow's of Sherbrooke
when a man contacted a woman by saying:
«We go
back to the CHUS (Centre Hospital University of Sherbrooke).»
This man with a
strange behaviour
spied on me personally from 22:30 to 24:00 this evening there.
At that evening, precisely, Claire could say to her sister Mary in front of me:
«You Are going to believe me from now When I shall say to you that I was
followed in such place, in such the hour and in such circumstance. It is 19
years since it continues in my life.»
Let us come back, in Tuesday, April 11th at 14:00 now, I go
alone on «Place La Cité» to meet my friend Jean Pierre Champagne there.
At 15:00, alone I go back to the Coffee A.L. Van Houtte to find my friends
there: Carmel Halle, France Comtois and Brigitte Nemirovsky to share this
win. At 16:30, alone I go to the office of my lawyer Mister Gaetan Grenier,
I discuss then with his secretary because he is away. From 17:00 to 20:00, I
go alone at the restaurant La Falaise St-Michel to work voluntarily
for service returned and meet my friends Patrick and
Joel
Lagniel as well as Emmanuel and Christian. At 20:30, I go to the Coffee Bla Bla with Christian and at 22:15 my friend Eric Nutbrown arrives to
bring me at his place.
On April 12th, 1995, at 07:45, I go to the restaurant «Chez
Charlie», that located on the
street Camirand because I am invited by Eric to have a lunch. I meet madam
Caroline Rouleau and her friend Simon. At 08:50, I am back at the Centre
Hospital University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE) by the snack bar at 09:05. At 09:11 I
have my friend Eric Nutbrown to sign my report of activity on the guard's post
counter of the
4B. At 09:30, I am reading my report of activity to madam Pauline
Bergeron while transcribing it on another sheet because originally he is
written in the back of a place mat. I give my report to the new psychiatrist
treating my file, in front of the internal psychiatrist and of psychiatrist
in future. I say to them: «I shall need no more your services, because at
no time, during this period of 24 hours, I did not have paranoid episodes.
For this reason, I refuse to be seen in external hospital because I
am in health, as I was at my comming in the emergency of the
hospital. I also refuse any treatment.»
At 10:30 in this date of April 12th, 1995,
I thank my
internal psychiatrist for having written for my new psychiatrist.
This last
having decided to liberate me, seeing no
dangerosity in me.
This psychiatrist accepted my version
of facts because he took time to listen to me.
It had my file in hand since
Monday, April 11th, 1995 only.
While psychiatrist been made to go on
holiday,
this last had worn herself out trying to persuade me that I was
attained of one
manic-depressive bipolar illness as well as of a paranoid
psychosis.
Weighing up of this medicine:
