Yes, my plate is a bit overflowing with autoimmune issues. My new Addison’s, Sx last year after the MORTpital insulin murder attempt, complicates my diabetes control some. I became “brittle” until I started steroids for the Addison’s. Now that was a WILD ride!
My Multiple Sclerosis had been stable for a decade, but I think it has been awakened,
and on the march again, due to the COMA they had me in.
On Feb 28, 2018 I had a syncope, fainted, and crash landed on the floor of my home basement shop. A few cuts & bruises, no broken bones, stiches, contusions etc, The wanted to keep me overnight just for “observation”, as a precaution. It sounded reasonable, so I agreed.
To make a long story short; The next morning, a male RN said he was injecting a med for
nausea, I noted I did not, had not had any nausea, he did not reply. Then the female RN
asked if she could give me my insulin, it was just after 8 am, appropriate for morning Lantus,
so I said “yes”. I watched as she started injecting my Lantus, directly into my veins via my IV port.
I quickly lapsed into a coma before I could ask her what the H311 she was doing.
I quickly got my answer. She immediately started boasting to the male RN, how she got me to
give her permission to kill me.
Then, less than 4 hrs later the hospital log notes she gave me yet another shot of Lantus. Then
about 3 hrs later, they did an EEG, to verify I was comatose.
Around 3:30 am or so, I suddenly came out of the coma. 2 caregivers (1 apparently was the male RN from the previous morning). were leaving my room, they talked about having given me yet another injection. Them they stopped at my doorway, talking to someone in the hall. One of the 2 announced, “He’s a DEAD MAN”, immediately followed by LOL. I did not think my death was a laughing matter. I then quietly looked to my right for the telemetry monitor. I could not see it, no light, nor numbers or graphics, NOTHING. All the lights, and everything in my room was OFF! They had turned it off, unplugged it or removed it from my room. Because of that, they did not know I had come out of the coma.
I played dead, I was TIRED, & decided they were unlikely to return, since they thought
I was dead, at least till the day shift came on. Thinking I should be safe, maybe until morning,
I grabbed some needed sleep. My records correctly noted I was “irritable”, “frustrated” and demanded to be released.
I will never forget the very, very hard to describe look on the doctors face that morning… The best I have been able to come up with is NON-PLUS. It’s French in origin and translates to “NO MORE”. It was as if he was perplexed, confused, Shocked, could not believe I survived their double attempt, especially the insulin murder attempt.
There is a lot more to this, a whole lot more, but this is the basics. Oh, the previous failed attempt was tried just hours before the insulin directly into my veins. I went thru H311 with the Addison’s plus diabetes in the following months. I eventually got a new endo to replace my literal Jekyll & Hyde endo and proper treatment.