In other Blogs scattered
about this Forum page here
and there, I have described
the small details of how
the VA system goes about
the dirty business of
emotionally, and in a
relational way, physically
abusing Veteran medical patients
who are trapped in this
agency.

It's a hard subject to
advocate on, because to
do it effectively one
has to sometimes elaborate
on one's own medical issues.
This is not exactly everyone's
comfort zone, for sure.

I have nothing to lose
by going public since the
VA has falsified nearly
every paper it has authored
about me in a multilayer
effort to avoid paying my
SCC case. So it may
actually be to my advantage
to go public to expose
what a dysfunctional,
illiterate, hate-crime
oriented buffoon circus
that the VA really is.

It's not until you muster
your bearings to get out
of your sick bed and do
a huge load of FOIA's on
your own VA Hospital or
disability papers that
you start to realize the
murder-by-paper factory
that the VA Nazi's have
set up. The bungles, the
nonsense, the clinical
notations from La-La-Land
one after another, layer
after layer, until the
entire Identity and
biographical nature of
a Veterans personhood is
completely, wholly, and
totally stripped away,
only to be replaced by
an all new Identity of
a person born from the
pens and ink of the VA's
own employees, and has no
personhood whatsoever to
the C-Number sitting on
the VA computers.

Let us all ponder for
a moment, what information
without personhood really
is, because this is truly
the biggest scam that there
is running inside the VA.

Falsified documents are
emotional human torture at
best, and while the nation
Boo-Hoo's over a pile of
embarrassing photos of
prisoners of Abu Graib, I can
only say back: "Get a load of
what we Vets go through inside
of a VA system where not a
single licensed attorney
for the Veteran is anywhere
to be found". America
wouldn't know the true
meaning of human torture
at the hands of the VA if
it walked up and bit them
on their noses!

So I'll throw around a
few of my own personal
experiences, and by all
means if you happen to
be a Claims person and
have the access to verify
this, then be my disabled
guest and join me in this
laugh. I can barely talk
about this and keep a
straight face.

In 1991 I entered the
VAMC in Albany, NY with
weight loss and the
inability to hold food
down. They held me at
home from November to
January because they did
not have an inpatient
bed to give me for admission.

In less than 24 hours
after my admission, I
was downgraded to Critical
Care. I had a full blown,
life-threatening stomach
obstruction requiring
emergency surgery.

Here is some of the monkey
squad nonsense that I
found in my papers, and
BVA Adjudicator Barbara
Copeland had the living
audacity to put some of these
ball-droppings on the VA
computer in a 1999
so-called "ruling" that
she did in my case.

Upon admission as an
inpatient, the surgeon
not realizing that I
had suffered with stomach
disease since my 1971
Army days in a pcb
contamination zone, had
the flaming nerve to
not say that I was
sick and unable to keep
food down. Instead she
wrote me up as "anorexic".
I suppose you could say
that somebody who first
eats, then involuntarily
looses everything in the
toilet, is somehow in a
far stretch of meaning,
"anorexic", but others like
me would argue NOT REALLY.

Anorexic is when you voluntarily
refuse to eat, or at least
this is what it was the
last time I checked.

This is to say on paper then,
that I had a mental illness
about food, instead of a
major Code-Red health problem
going on with vital signs
falling fast.

The records show that
upon admission, which
took place around noon
of that day, nobody bothered
to take my vitals until
after an evening shift
change of nurses around
6:30pm at night. I laid in
my patient bed with them
walking by my room and nobody
coming in to do my vitals.
The vitals by that time at
6:30 were so low
that the nurse literally
went running out of the
room in a panic.

An IV drip was started, and
by 8pm that night, the IV
caused a condition called
abdominal distention
which is a fancy term to
mean the early stages of
organ failure and the
swelling up of the body
which is normally associated
with death in the making.
I was still concious.

Along with the body swelling,
both of my feet swelled
up twice their size to
the point of being visually
hilarious. This is called edema.

By the next day I was in
a full GI Bleed with tubes
inserted every which way
to drain the internal
bleeding.

The only way to get edema
under control and to
reverse itself is to
endlessly and relentlessly
WALK. Up and down the
halls, lap after lap
after lap, every day,
all day. Also you have
to sleep 24 hours a day
with the head of your bed
in a full upright.

I needed emergency surgery,
but my stomach was 3 times
it's normal size from
blockage and bleeding
so we had to wait for
me to be "well enough"
to be able to survive
the surgery. This took time
and every day I was at
risk of my stomach "bursting"
and this would be certain
death.

Upon walking the halls
per my surgeons instructions,
the nurses saw all this
and instead of reading
my chart to see what's
up with the edema in my
feet, they wrote me up
as a psych case with
outward displays of
anxiety disorder as noted
from the excessive walking
[ which was really for
edema in my feet ].
Are you laughing yet?


In the haste and confusion
of reacting to my full
internal bleeding which
is signatured by frequent
and uncontrollable projectile
vomiting, (even when you are
sleeping), somehow the nurses
and the Attending Surgeon
had ordered up 2, yes 2,
NG Tubes in my nose to drain
off the blood.

Now they only had one size
NG tube fits all, none of which
was for women. These were
mens sized nose tubes going
into a rather petite sized
nose that I have. I made
the standing joke that when
the tube came out I would
be instantly changed into
a foreigner because of
the involuntary cosmetic
changes to my nose.

So here is one major league
tube in my nose which was
so heavy in weight that I
had to hold it in place.
The nurses tried to tape
it in place with support
and none of the tape would
hold. I literally needed
aspirin for the pain from
the weight of the tube in
nose. In diameter, the tube
was twice the diameter
of my nose so you can estimate
what a problem this thing
was to me.

Here comes a STUDENT doctor
with no supervision with
yet a SECOND tube kit into
my room. I looked at him
and asked him what available
spot did I have left, exactly,
where he was planning to
insert this new NG tube kit.

I swear to God this is true.
He told me he was going to
put it in the other nostril
of my nose. I told him
to get the hell out of my
room. Snotty that I had just
insulted his not-yet-graduated
malpractice attempt, he
argued with me. I told
him "Get out of here Mickey
Mouse (he was short) before
I call Disney and complain".

In a huff, and what I found
out a year later from my
FOIA records, he went out
at the desk and wrote into
my chart that I had mental
problems because I was calling
him Mickey Mouse!! He also
made a notation that I refused
the NG tube.

Don't ya know it that the BVA
put this out in my SCC ruling??


Now anyone looking at this
one entry, might believe
he was telling the truth.
But it's not until you back
up the pages of the surgeon's
log that you find out that
I already had an NG tube
in my nose and that it was
HIM who was in the wrong.
I had it right.

Now after one full month
of going through too many
staff stories than I can
even begin to tell you
about in this one Blog,
they decide that I am
now well enough to survive
the grand Vagotomy surgery
that they had all been
waiting for. Incredible,
the surgical nurses write
up my feet in the O.R. as
"no edema", not even realizing
that I had just spent a month
walking in the halls in laps,
sometimes with 2 nurses helping
me to carry all my tubing and
IV monitor, to get the edema
swelling down in my feet. Now at
surgery time, it looks like
nothing is wrong with me if
you are to believe what is
on paper.

What is stunningly incredible
to me, is that my surgery
went slightly wrong for a time
and the surgery itself turned
out to be the size of an
autopsy taking up much of
my upper torso. I was in
surgery for 6 straight hours
and then spent another month
in Critical Care recovering
from the surgery itself.
(the tube in my nose was
now surgically implanted
with a couple others in my
abdomen)

Nobody thought to go back
and change the ridiculous
admission papers saying I
had been "anorexic". LOL!

The kicker in this is that
VARO then decides afterwards
that the case is not
service connected, even though
in clear and plain sight, time
and time again, record after
record, from Army Hospital
to Army Hospital to VA
Hospital to private hospital
and back to VA Hospital,
from 1971 to 1991 consistently,
all the paper trail shows me
barfing and complaining
of nausea, and barfing again
and barfing again and again
and for YEARS not being able
to keep food down.

Yeah Right! Let's hear
it for malpractice and
hate-crimes passed off
as federal "healthcare" !!

You see, Veterans know
the truth about their
conditions, about their
papers, and about perpetrations
that are being done to them
by this VA.

Several attempts that I
have made to have my
papers corrected via
the legal proceeding in
the Privacy Act, were all
denied by legal types, (not
medical types,) for no
apparent reason. And it
is here that patient
abuse really really makes
itself known.

On top of all other things,
a medical patient is stripped
of justice. Had I not
been impoverished by my
health circumstances and
been able to hire an attorney,
you can be sure that the
legal proceeding would have
gone my way in a heartbeat.
But because I had no lawyer,
and Legal Aid would not
give me one, then the VA
psycho-predators saw an open
shot to leave the lies in
place and alter the true
identity of my case.

When I get to the BVA right
now, they don't have the
right paper information
to connect the dots and
apply the Chronicity and
Continuity Rule. I've had
other surgeries since that
time, none of which shows
up on any VA computer even
though all the VAMC surgery
papers have been handed
to VARO and the BVA.

What the public needs to
know about the VA arena
too is that layers upon
layers of these inflictions
and abuses are done to a
single Vet case. Considering
the fact that I went from
holding a SECRET level
Security Clearance in the
Army, to suddenly being
the wack job who was calling
everyday people Mickey Mouse,
[ without the rest of the
story included to add truthful
context] to all of a sudden
my entire medical case
and condition is rewritten
into a fiction novel that
doesn't exist, you can now
see what the setup is for
premature deaths and suicides
on Veterans which are illegally,
criminally,abusively, predatorily,
hatefully, and perpetrativly
put upon Veterans across this
country and how the murder weapon
used to cause these inflicted
deaths are the VA's own
falsified papers.

Imagine being a Medal Of
Honor winner, or an esteemed
General, or a rescue worker
with a string of medals and
going through this torture
factory of falsified identities
and nut farm entries on paper
which hold no truth whatsoever.

We have to begin to advocate
and protest for TRUTH IN
DOCUMENTS by this VA system
because right now there are
no such protections whatsoever
for patients who are
surrendered to the agency.
NONE !!

This is a federal agency
who operates without
law, without oversight,
without firings, without
an employee reporting
mechanism, without justice,
and especially without
imposed licensure of
pracititioners in law
or medicine.

Why is my patienthood
subjected to people
from a hospital across
the street who have not
yet graduated as a doctor?
And why is his/her word
golden, and mine as a
former classified worker
in the Army NOT ??

And why are VA nurses
stuck on stupid and unable
to make the distinction
between verified edema in
the feet, and the aimless
walking of a genuine
psych case ?

Everybody, get real. The
VA is a murder factory
and the papers are their
murder weapon. Find smart
and creative ways to close
their opportunities to
write whatever willy nilly
crap they decide to write,
and find ways to verify
their ability to tell the
truth on patient papers.

Our national Veterans death
rate is unacceptable and
totally preventable. Focus
on that, and let that be
your Hail Mary.

Thanks for sharing
your story Connie.

I have been fighting w/the VA for 8yrs over a major ear infection & a defection screw the put in my neck.( I even was told by the dr he did it) and it's in my record. You had much serious problem than me, but I have seen so much abuse, VET's just left in the halls, Dr's yelling, women afraid of going to Dr's alone. I really don't know how all this can be fixed. The VA system, Hospital ect... do nothing for the vets nothing. All the new vets coming home have no place to go, no care, no benifits, just O'Well send in more. If there is any help, I pray to God for there care, you know about that. Thank You for your story. It made me know I have a snow balls chance in HELL to win my case. Your story will help others to try to get outside dr's if they can, to better care.