Posts Tagged ‘behavioral health’

Day 2 Today, Saturday I was presented the most information, not in any pattern just by nurses, counselor sand techs. The morning was spent on my drug prescriptions. Mostly nurses would discuss what I was prescribed before UBH and what was in my file. I had several group therapy sessions. Upon completing my sessions I always went to my room to fest and PUT UP MY SUPPLIES. Early afternoon was spent with a nurse that related to me growing up in Chicago in a alcoholic household. She informed me I was lucky to be alive and if I did not stay in treatment I would be dead in two years. The nurse was sincere, but raised my anxiety level to new heights. I became very paranoid about my employer finding out I was here and losing my job. I went to more group sessions this afternoon, finding one session very relaxing. Just as with my other sessions I went to rest and PUT UP MY SUPPLIES. The soldier I met earlier was constantly consoling me, a wonderful human being. My wife visited as much as permitted and asked to speak with my doctor about potentially not showing the football game on the television, fearing it would be a bad trigger for my unstable state. I told her I wasn’t doing well and sh emphasized this to the staff. Still no contact with my doctor. I got to eat in the dining hall today, we moved in groups of 8-10, locked corridor through locked corridor. In the dining hall servers had no sanitary standards, serving with bare hands and slopping the food on treys. Older patients traded food and I gave mine away. On returning to the community room I said good bye to my wife and went to my room. In a few minutes I went to use the community phone but it was tied up and I didn’t get to call my wife. As I tried to sleep there was rowdy activity in the hall. One of the male patients asked me to join a prayer vigil in the hall were a young female was having a seizure. We prayed, sang hymns and watched as she squirmed on the floor. Eventually a tech brought an antiquated ECT machine and shocked the young girl. We all went to our rooms, I began to pray constantly for peace and help. I was praying to God and my spiritual guide, Rev. Charlie Biggurs. I wrote notes in a notebook as I prayed. I had no concept of time. Once the lights were out I concentrated to sleep, no way! There was a girl walking the floors all night, dragging her slippers. If I rested it wasn’t more than 2 hours. Lack of rest, being CONFINED in this hospital and my mental state had me reeling down with no apparent help or concern.

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Day 1. We arrive at UBH and we do the intake with a doctor and a couple of nurses and techs. I’m determined to have severe PTSD, and a level of suicidiology. This is important because during the trial it was important if I was Passive or Active in my level of suicidiology. I was put on a 15 minute watch, even though I presented that I felt like driving under the truck. It’s basically an introduction day, most of my introduction was by an African American female soldier. She was there from war trauma. I was given a room adjacent to the community room and nurses station. It was a big situation to get my proper medicine. I couldn’t imagine what they would give me for my raging anxiety. I rested in my room after my wife left. As the night went on there were some people walking the halls and coming to the nurses station. My sleep was intermittent, trying to get used to my surroundings. I began to read the bible and pray to God. I didn’t know what was wrong, in hindsight this would be my best night at UBH.

Every year WordPress sends me a report on my blogging activity for the year.  I got the report today.  I had only two new posts all year.  I thought I had written more but I hadn’t.  Yes, the hospital and its lawyers clearly succeeded in scaring the hell out of me enough that I am simply afraid to post anything new.  The horror stories still come in… the frantic e-mails and phone calls still happen…I’m just too chicken shit to post them.  I feel somewhat like a failure in that regard.

Then again, I look at my post stats.  In 2014 this blog had over 14,000 views!  That means that what I wrote in the past is still being read, and based on the e-mails and phone calls I get, it’s clearly making a difference for some people.  I’m relieved that my lawsuit and the entire ordeal I went through was not in vain.  I’ve helped some people, and for that I am happy and just a little bit proud.  At the rate this blog is being viewed, we will surpass 100,000 views in 2015.  People DO pay attention to this and DO read it.

My biggest regret, though, is that the horror stories do continue to flow in.  I had hoped that under new ownership, the hospitals might get better.  It doesn’t sound like much has changed.  Meanwhile Dr. Kresch has gone on to start yet another money machine at US Healthvest.  Yes, the same person who started UBH Denton is opening facilities in other states.  Money has no conscience I suppose.

I stay in touch with so many people I met through the process of creating this blog.  Some of them have become my friends.  They have recovered from their experiences as best they can and moved on.  Some of them have lawsuits that continue to drag through the legal system at a snail’s pace, and I wonder if there will ever be any justice for them.  I can only hope.

I wish you much peace and prosperity in 2015.  Keep in touch with me at info@ubhdentonsucks.com

 

It is DISGUSTING how misleading UBH’s parent company, Ascend Health, chooses to be. I just checked the Mayhill Hospital page…. http://www.mayhillhospital.com/ And they have the nerve to say they are “now locally owned.” What a crock. Ascend Health is “owned” by a conglomerate of big investors, and “run” by a doctor out of New York City named Richard Kresch. Any fool can see that with a cursory internet search. People continue to come out of the woodwork to contact me about their nightmares at UBH Denton… which “owns” Mayhill now. UBH is owned by Ascend. The end of the “locally owned” myth.