I gotta laugh at lies posted online by medical and psych facilities….Here are some lies posted on Mass General’s site…..

For the heck of it, I’ve looked up psych facilities at random, seeing all the deception put up on their sites. I got no further than the good ole General, that is, the Massachusetts General Hospital Corporation.

Here’s the first one I found:

“Specialized Treatment Programs for Every Disorder.”

Okay, that’s nice. So they have hundreds of programs? There are hundreds of diagnoses now in the latest DSM. That’s a mighty big hospital! How do they fit them all in? Maybe they have to push the less popular “programs” out onto the sidewalk outside, or they hold “group” in the subway station.

“We have found that patient interests are best served when primary care and mental health clinicians practice within the same hospital system and can communicate easily with one another about treatment progress and planning.”

What does this really mean? It means, “We have no intention of keeping patient confidentiality nor following HIPAA laws.” It also means, if you read further, that they limit the services they’ll provide to you unless they have a monopoly on your body.

Here’s another lie about their eating disoders program: “Please note that we are an exclusively outpatient service.” I guess they want to keep their rather slipshod inpatient eating disorders “treatment program” out of the public eye, eh? I’m sure they aren’t particularly proud of it.

Here is a lie of omission:

“What is Trichotillomania?

The current diagnostic criteria include:

  • Recurrent pulling out of one’s hair, resulting in hair loss.
  • Repeated attempts to decrease or stop hair pulling.
  • The hair pulling causes clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning.
  • The hair pulling or hair loss is not attributable to another medical condition (e.g., a dermatological condition).
  • The hair pulling is not better explained by the symptoms of another mental disorder (e.g., attempts to improve a perceived defect or flaw in appearance in body dysmorphic disorder).”

Note that this facility rather carefully left out one of the main causes of hair-pulling: SSRI drugs. They mention “other medical condition” but carefully avoid hide that this disorder is usually caused by psych meds.  “Taking psych meds” is certainly a medical disorder, because taking these drugs can certainly make a person unemployable or otherwise unable to function.  However, since SSRI use is so often the cause, don’t you think they should be mentioning this? Trichotillomania was just “discovered” in the past 20 years, eh? Let’s see, when did Prozac come out?……

Okay, I am still looking randomly for deceptive information about this facility…..

Here’s an interesting quote:

“Psychiatry is a field of brain study and repair,” notes Jerrold F. Rosenbaum, MD, the department’s seventh and current chief of Psychiatry. “In decades past, the mind and body, or should I say mind and brain, were seen as different and distinct. Modern psychiatry sees them as one. Our organ of interest in psychiatry is the brain, and what a marvelously and infinitely complex one it is.”

Interpretation: The facility is receiving massive funding from the producers of mind-altering prescription drugs, misnamed as “medications.” These drugs aren’t any more safe than cocaine or heroin, yet millions of patients worldwide are coerced into taking them. That I know of, this facility treats thousands of patients that could be adversely affected by unnecessary drugging.  The above statement by Rosenbaum sure makes these multi-billion dollar drug factories very happy. If you make the drug companies happy, you might get sizable donations, or, rather, bribes. Keep it up, Rosenbaum. (ProPublica found that Rosenbaum accepted a $15 bribe from Pfizer, at the same time, ProPublica states that a large amount of drug bribery information is being withheld by the government, therefore, this $15 “meal” could be the tip of a huge iceberg. Meanwhile, millions of drug company money is being poured into this facility. I noticed they accepted a huge sum from AstraZeneca. These are reworded vaguely, as “generous donations,” all over their site.)

Just looking at random, I see David Carlton Henderson, psychiatrist at this facility, took a bribe of nearly $100,ooo from Novartis, the makers of Clozaril. Janet Wozniak, child psychiatrist, took a bribe of $3,500 from Merck, makers of multiple vaccines, Remeron, and the sleeping pill Belsomra, among other drugs. This was one of the many bribes under her name listed.  Psychiatrist Maurizio Fava from this facility took over half a million dollars in bribes from Pfizer, maker of Effexor and Zoloft, among others. Here’s some information about Pfizer: http://www.drugwatch.com/manufacturer/pfizer/
Fava is listed multiple times as having accepted sizable payments.

Darin Doherty took large bribes from Lilly, makers of Zyprexa, Stattera, and Amvid.

These are only a few I found at random. I don’t know those doctors, or shall I say, wasn’t their patient.  Not directly, anyway.  One never knows what’s going on behind the scenes.  There are hundreds of such bribes listed. Not only that, ProPublica tells us the information that they were able to obtain was only a partial listing (so far).

Here’s a lie about their inpatient psych facility, Blake 11: “One reason we receive so many referrals is our ability to treat psychiatric patients who are also medically ill. We are located on Mass General’s main campus and have 24/7 access to many of the world’s experts in virtually every medical and surgical specialty and subspecialty.”

So if they treat ALL disorders inpatient on this unit, then they treat ED. But wait, didn’t I read on another part of the site that they don’t provide inpatient ED treatment? Wow, they need to get their story straight, eh?

I personally didn’t observe a patient population there that was any more medically sick than on any other psych unit I’ve been on. In fact, the staff’s actual medical knowledge seemed marginal. I cannot find any mention of their inner unit inside the unit as a whole. I can tell you it does exist, and it’s located beyond swinging doors that have are locked electronically. The staff use their ID cards as door key. Does “24 beds” include the single rooms inside the inner unit? Or is the hospital too ashamed to admit to the inner unit’s existence?

This facility might make the statement, “If we disclosed all that, no one would want to use our services.”

Hmm…Maybe no one should go there. I wouldn’t trust them. This was the first facility I looked at just now online. I never made it to other sites. The lies here are a goldmine for whistelblowers like me.

Stay tuned.

In memory of my dad

Today is my dad’s birthday. I wish he never died. In fact, I want him back. I know had my dad been alive, none of the shitty stuff that happened to me would ever have occurred.

My dad stood up for me. I took it for granted that someone would always be there who would stand up for me during times when my own word was brushed aside by others. When my dad was alive, I was accustomed to not being heard and not having a say in what happens. If anything went seriously wrong, I usually defended myself and got myself out of the rotten situation. Some rotten situations, though, you can’t get out of without some outside person rooting for you. After my dad died, I still had Joe. Then he died, too. It wasn’t long after that, after I had no “family” to speak of, that the abusers realized they could dispose of me or do anything they damn pleased because no “caring family” would hold them accountable.

No longer did my doctors have to answer to my dad. I remember I complained to my dad about something that Dr. Merrifield said to me that was disrespectful. Looking back, this was a trivial complaint compared to all that happened to me after my dad’s death. This was back in the day of the cassette tape answering machine. I played the message Dr. Merrifield had left to my dad. He said, “Save that message.” He told the doctor that leaving a message like the one he left was disrespectful to me.

I remember the message well. This must have been 1989 or so. I remember the end of the message verbatim. He told me not to waste his time with a report of “more of the same.” Then he said, “But if you have anything new, some new problem to report, call me up.”

While it’s true, Dr. Merrifield was disrespectful, it seems minor today in 2015. Back then, psychiatrists were supposed to be compassionate people. Over the years, I’ve come to expect less and less understanding and listening. I’ve grown to fear each visit.

While Dr. Merrifield was not at all effective as a shrink and certainly didn’t know what the hell he was doing with the drugs (he had me on both Clozaril and Tegretol simultaneously, for instance), I’ll give him credit for apologizing. I’ve since learned that apologies are rare in the medical field. My parents were hoping I would switch to someone more competent. Are any of them truly competent? I got the sense the entire time I was seeing Merrifield that all he was doing was grasping at straws. He had no clue how to make me well. He did whatever the nurses decided was best.

My mom gave Merrifield credit for “consulting” other doctors, while my previous shrinks had refused to do this. They had urged past shrinks to knock heads together with other doctors. My parents even suggested a few. Finally, they started taking me to other doctors themselves. They wanted a second opinion.

Once, I got chewed out by a therapist for seeing another doctor instead of my regular one. I was so furious. I wasn’t married to the guy. I have no clue how that got back to her. This is what I mean by not having a voice if you are labeled “mental patient.”

As my dad got sicker, I only wanted him to get the rest he needed and I didn’t bother him with any of my petty complaints anymore. Problem was, the abuse got noticeably worse. My dad didn’t have his power anymore to get me out of pickles. I felt more and more on my own.

It was good and bad. I always wanted my parents to bug off. Now, I had my way. But looking back, I know I now had no one to fall back on. The shrinks began to threaten me. They said I belonged in the state hospital. I heard it like it was their damn mantra. My dad died in April 1997 and the shrinks threatened worse after that.

I made it out of McLean and onto a better life. I can’t say it was easy. I went through so many incompetent shrinks.

For instance, I had Dr. Elsa Ronningstam at McLean. i think the only reason why I ended up with her was because she was one of the few that had openings. Of course she had openings! She was irresponsible, completely incompetent to treat me, and uncaring.  Had my dad not been sick, i could have told him that Ronningstam slept through our sessions, had no clue what she was doing, and for sure, was not a good match for me. He would have seen to it that I didn’t have to endure more sessions with her.

I had another therapist who slept during sessions. This was Goldie Eder, back in 2007 to 2008. I can’t believe I stayed with her as long as I did. Our first session was decent but after that, she fell asleep during every session. Her head would actually bob up and down while she slept. She’d jerk awake, apologize, and I’d suggest more coffee. My dad would have called her and told her off. Instead, I had to listen to my psychiatrist telling me I was delusional that Goldie slept during sessions. I was so glad to get rid of her!

I was raped by my neighbor in 2008. Even if my dad had been alive, I bet I wouldn’t have told him. However, in 2012, I bravely went to the Watertown cops in their fancy new station (hmm, lotsa budget for that, eh?) and reported the rape.  My dad would have given the Watertown cops a piece of his mind upon finding out they claimed my story was “fabricated” and didn’t even investigate. There was no evidence that my story was fabricated. I believe I was profiled as a mental patient. I am a person who was assaulted, and the fact that the police force ignored my pleas is flat out criminal on their part.

If my dad found out how abusive Maria Mellano was, he would have told her to quit the threats, lies, accusations, and power plays. If he found out I had to resort to seeing David Alpert as a therapist, who did little else but call me “honey” and repeatedly make verbal passes at me, he would have helped me lodge a complaint.

I left MGH in 2011 with not one person believing my story about what happened. Maria Mellano told me the unit I had been housed on didn’t exist. Actually, I was told that by a number of people. Some were misinformed but many assumed I was totally delusional without really looking into what I was saying. Or they just didn’t care. I was terrified when I left MGH. I felt like I was gonna die of thirst in there. I felt like a dirty animal, which was pretty much how they treated me. I was in so much shock over it all.

Yes, MGH does indeed have an inner unit where they house the hard cases. Many stay for over a month there, behind locked swinging doors and certainly not easily seen from the outer part of the unit. In fact, most patients in the outer section assume that the inner section is “staff only.” However, that’s not true. There are real, living human beings caged in there. I was one. They kept most of the “eating disorders” patients inside that inner part. They don’t advertise it and if you ask, they aren’t likely to admit that inner unit exists. Because I KNOW they have a lot to be ashamed of.

My dad would have helped me sue the hospital, or at least get a lawyer to help me out of that terrible situation I was in. Maria threatened to put me in the state hospital almost every single outpatient appointment after MGH. My dad wouldn’t have been fooled by her sweet looks, or seductive voice and mannerisms. I’ll bet he would have told her off and told her to stay away from his daughter.

If my dad had been alive, none of Mount Auburn would have happened. In fact, I probably wouldn’t have starved myself like that, knowing my dad cared about me. I wouldn’t have been so terrified to seek medical care. Whatever happened, he’d stick up for me. Why? Because he trusted me and loved me and knew I wasn’t one to make up “abuse” stories just for attention.

I didn’t have anyone to stick up for me, no one to stand by my side. No one spoke up to the doctors. In fact, many were very busy telling me that it was impossible for the hospital to have done anything wrong!

My dad was NEVER sue-happy. I don’t think he ever sued anyone in his life. Did he ever need a lawyer? Probably they used one for buying the house or dealing with the station wagon they bought that one or two mechanics stated was a lemon. He was never angry nor did he ever lash out at anyone. He was a good person to have on my side.  During the rare times that he was truly pissed off, he certainly got the word out.

My dad would have been shocked to see what the USA is like today, and the sorry state of MH “care.” You take Peer Support, for instance. These folks get paid by the state to be “trained fellow inmates” who are supposed to befriend inmates. Getting a nice paycheck from the state is a great way to keep employees silent, compliant, and “satisfied.” You keep them satisfied they won’t speak out. If they’re uppity, threaten to fire. That way, the state has these people wrapped around their fingers. If my dad saw this, he’d know what was going on.

I guess it’s all in presentation, eh? If you look together, I suppose without any other info, folks will certainly assume you’re together. If you tell people, “I’m a mental patient,” they will judge you likewise and only see limitations. That’s up for debate, though, isn’t it?

My dad used patience and perseverance rather than making a splash of himself. All I could do was stand in awe of him. He was a quiet man who demanded respect and got it. He set a great example for us kids.

Happy birthday, Dad.


My commentary on 2012 rape of a male patient by nurse in Oak Lawn, Illinois

Here’s the link:


You can google this and find much commentary on this case, more commentary than news articles, in fact. This was the first news article on the lawsuit that I came across on Google so I am using this link as reference. I also saw a You-Tube that made this into a joke.

It ain’t no joke, and someone questioned that if this patient had been a woman, would folks be making light of it?

I can sure see why the patient “waited” before initiating a lawsuit. I know myself how hard it is to get a lawyer to take on a patient harm suit. I can only imagine the trauma this patient went through. I know that patient rights groups run by the state only serve to stall cases and never do anything to help. In fact, their aim is to reduce lawsuits and protect the reputation of medical institutions. Everyone I know who has gone to whatever state-run legal aid there is gets the runaround an no action. If you want to do a lawsuit, bypass these agencies because they exist as fronts to discourage and stall you from getting anything done.

Of course, where is the first place a patient turns? The state legal aid people. I assume the patient went that route and got stalled just like the rest of us. I am sure he isn’t being defended by a state patient rights advocacy organization. The nonprofits that have sold out to the local medical institutions won’t touch a case like this either.

I assume this is the reason for the delay. He had just had a heart transplant and no way did he jump u, run home, and go make all the necessary calls. I know after my kidney failure I was exhausted, too, and didn’t have energy to make zillions of calls at random to lawyers. I was stalled several months waiting for Disability Rights who of course did nothing.  The bar associations only gave me one name at a time. I’d call that one, wait for hours, sometimes days for a callback, often to find out the lawyer didn’t even do malpractice cases. I’d go back to the drawing board, get another name, get told about the same thing after a lengthy wait, get put on hold by the bar association, and there went another day and another day and another frustrating day.

I also called my state rep. This was right before I decided to leave the country. The state rep’s assistant listened to my story but that was about it. I also phoned NEDA. They listened and one person sent me links to legal help for people with ED. None of these links panned out.  I also called another nonprofit that I found out is getting funding from many of the wealthy hospital corporations. No help there, although they used to be good before they sold out. I phoned MEDA and asked if they knew of local legal assistance. The person hung up on me and that was the last time I phoned MEDA. I felt like giving up.

There was a once-a-month number you could call. I waited weeks for that day.  I phoned, and it led me to yet another dead end.

People were telling me to give up. That’s what these hospitals want. If you aren’t exhausted enough already, they will see to it that you don’t talk. After all, my own psychiatrist told me in spring of 2013 that her hospital was pissed off at me for blogging. They were angry because I was telling the truth about what happened to me, and apparently this was harming the hospital’s wonderful reputation. My psychiatrist worked for the same hospital. She said, in these words, “I’m giving you these drugs to stop you from writing.” She said I was “considered a liability case by the hospital.” At that time, MGH refused to allow me into a new program they were developing for ED. I blogged about that, too, saying I was being illegally denied care.

This is what is routinely done to people who are victims of malpractice and patient abuse. I read a few, not all, of the comments under this article. The article stated that the patient was “medicated” but did not state the patient was already under anesthesia. I know when I’ve had surgery I was given morphine prior to the surgery to reduce pain. Sometimes they give a sedative to patients. I imagine if he was a transplant patient they must have had him on something prior to anesthesia. I think it is well understood that if a person is awaiting transplant they are most likely unable to defend themselves. I also think it’s understood that under heavy medication and medically compromised, a patient isn’t likely to seduce a nurse nor have much in the way of sexual desires. He was probably lying there in a lot of pain and totally exhausted and scared he wouldn’t make it through the surgery alive.

I know the fear well. During my two stays when I was abused the worst, at MGH and at Mount Auburn, I was admitted in a life-threatening situation. Even after admission I was certainly scared I would die. When you are scared that way, and so weak you cannot get up, you will be more likely to be abused. Why? Because they can get away with it. They think they won’t get caught. They know you won’t be believed. I have seen abusers hide evidence of abuse when other personnel peeked into my room or entered. Of course they do!  I was powerless to do anything.

I wish my dad was alive. I know if he were alive, I could have called him and told him what was happening. He would not only have believed me, but actually done something about the abuse. He would have gone straight to those doctors and hospital administrators and spoken on my behalf.

Instead, I had no one. Others assumed I couldn’t possibly be telling the truth. Some believed me but didn’t have the power to change the situation. My dad used to be NAMI president for Massachusetts before he got cancer. No way would my  dad hear what I told him through the distorted lens of “diagnosis.” He would have listened, and known all along I wasn’t delusional, nor inventing my story, nor exaggerating.

If only I’d had family support I don’t believe any of the crap that happened to me would have happened. They wouldn’t have dared, knowing that I had family that would come to my defense. God help others who are in this position. I suggest as soon as you arrive at a doctor office or you are in a hospital, if you are on public assistance especially, PLEASE LIE and tell them you have a rich attorney pal even if you don’t, and make implication that this attorney you know well takes on malpractice cases. I don’t blame people for faking calls to attorneys because it scares the pants off of abusive staff. I should have done so myself and not been so honest.

Speculation: All held in strictest confidence, between doctors. ATTN: Mass General and Mount Auburn Hospitals, Massachusetts

So this is speculation, which I sometimes do as writer, based on extensive experience  as patient. I know two of the doctors involved. One of them I saw from 2001 until 2013.

Dr. Bibek Kiorala comes into his office at Mount Auburn Hospital, where he works as hospitalist. What a great job this is. High-paying, not too much work, great benefits. What a life. It’s nothing more than case management, but never mind that. He notes a new patient has come in. He looks over his notes. She came up to Needham 4 from the ER. Uh oh. Problem there, clearly.

He carefully moves the pages with the information regarding “full code” to a part of the patient’s chart where most staff would not access these pages. There, done. He also makes a note to put a gag order on staff. Do not inform this patient of anything that occurred in the emergency department on August 12th. If she happens to recall anything and inquires, do not supply information nor details. Try to avoid the topic, even tell her she must have been dreaming. He tells himself that he will speak to the head nurse about this.  Avoid a lawsuit if at all possible. If the patient never finds out, we can all breathe a sigh of relief.

He goes through his phone messages. Of course, there’s one from Dr. Kimberly Pearson, the patient’s former psychiatrist. I can hear Dr. Pearson’s voice right now in that message. I’m sure it’s been carefully erased.

Maybe she said the following: “Hello, Dr. Kiorala, this is Kim Pearson from the Psychiatry Department at the General. You’ve got my former patient, Julie Greene. I want to warn you about her. She’s a liability risk. She is a writer and she blogs extensively about human rights. MGH was on my case to stop her any way I could. I tried to drug her. I suggest a Rogers Order or possibly a transfer to State at this point. We can’t let this whistleblowing go on.”

Or, maybe Dr. Pearson said this: “Julie was on lithium for years.  Clearly her kidneys were deteriorating over the past decade as a result. We did our best to hide the truth from her.  Unfortunately, the internet allows patients to look up the life-shortening consequences of these drugs. I think it’s time for State or a Rogers to keep her quiet, before she starts talking.”

Dr. Kiorala writes down some notes. He loves his job so much. Mostly, he loves the pay. He thinks about his next golf game at the club. Schmoozing around, laughing, joking, talking shop talk. That will be next weekend.

He reminds himself he needs to get back to work. He looks at the anorexic’s chart. He notes her admitting weight. When he writes up his notes, he deliberately writes this weight roughly 20 pounds higher. (The difference between what I weighed that morning and what they claimed I weighed in the ER was recorded as 18 pounds higher. Not exactly possible, eh? Not if you are five foot one, anorexic, and dehydrated. I didn’t have edema upon arrival.) He tells himself that if it appears that she isn’t really that seriously thin, it’ll look like they assumed she had come in for “anxiety.” Just another Welfare case wasting their time.

He notes that the patient seemed disoriented in the ER. He tells himself, smugly, “Good. This means she won’t have a case, if she tries to sue. We will just smooth it all over.”

He recalls something else Dr. Pearson said, “We put sitters on her at MGH. You can do this, too. You can claim she’s suicidal. This will keep her from talking too much. Remember, she’s a serious risk to us.”

He looks at the ER notes one more time. They’d evaluated her. There was a bit of a problem because clearly, the ER clinicians had made a point of stating this patient was not suicidal. What could he do to make it look like she was, or had become suicidal?

It was even more of a problem now, because the nurses felt sorry for her. They heard her story, “I starved myself because no one cares about me.” The nurses were saying said it was heartbreaking to hear about a woman who had lost so many friends and had family that never visited her. He had to turn this around somehow to make the nurses less sympathetic. Perhaps he could make this patient appear to be a SHPOS. Sub-human piece of shit. How would he do this?

The shrink. His pal, Dr. Patrick Aquino. He paged Dr. Aquino and asked if he could contact him at his convenience today.

Dr. Aquino is a smug-looking man. He is younger than me. One thing I remember clearly about him: that crooked smile. He smiled off to the side. I have a crooked smile, too. Only mine’s far cuter, I hate to inform him. Mine came from an accident on a swingset when I was a kid, and I’m very proud of it. His? Oh, probably a sign of dishonesty, but of course, I’ll never know. Given that psychiatry is based on coercion, of course he’s dishonest. Coercion is dishonesty. That’s his career. He gets paid to trick patients into thinking they have a disease, and then believing this for the rest of their lives. Taxpayers owe a lot of thanks to shrinks for the billions of disability payments now doled out. These are ruined lives that otherwise would have been productive. But they don’t want you knowing that.

Dr. Kiorala is off on a coffee break with his favorite sexy nurse when the page comes in from Dr. Aquino. He excuses himself. He gets Patty-boy on the phone.

“I heard from Kim Pearson. Kim’s not at the General anymore, but she tipped me off on Greene. We need to write up a DTS on this patient and keep her on a one-to-one for her entire stay. (DTS means danger to self.) She needs to be watched because she’s a writer, a danger to us.  Can you arrange this? Meanwhile, I’ll write up a retroactive Section on her. As of her admitting date.”


“Oh sure. No one has to know.”


“We can say it was written up in the ER. We can say she refused to sign herself in, even though truthfully, she signed herself in willingly, and asked for medical help. The section will make any transfer elsewhere far easier. See what I am saying?”

“Certainly. I’ll try to get her annoyed, then the DTS will be easy. I’ll just say she’s showing signs of anger, and that will be enough. I’ve used that trick plenty of times.  They taught it to us in doctor school.  After all, in psychiatry, all we need is a doctor opinion, not any real tangible proof.”

“And Pat? Push the antipsychotics. The more the better. We want this patient as drugged, silent, and rendered as incapable as possible.”

“As per usual.”

“Of course, you know the drill.”

A couple of weeks later.  Dr. Kiorala plays a great golf game. After the entire 18 holes (is it 18? I have never played golf…), he strolls into the Mount Auburn Country Club bar, and orders a drink. He feels great. He checks his stocks in the paper. All doing fine. He’ll be able to retire and have a terrific life for himself in…how many years?

He gets into his car to drive home from his golf game with the guys. The sun is low in the sky on this hot August night. Labor Day is coming soon. He starts to turn off onto another street. The traffic is so annoying. He switches on public radio.

Then, he sees her. It’s that patient. That same one that came in August 12th, walking a small white dog. He remarks to himself, “We weren’t able to drug her. Good thing she’ll die anyway. She’ll be so exhausted, she’ll never be able to tell the world the story of what happened on Needham 4. Anyone who took lithium dies young. It’s justified.”

A red light stops him. How annoying. He turns public radio up higher. How did that fly get in here? He turns. The patient is in view. He watches as she removes her thick glasses, then wipes a tear from her eye. He watches more closely as she mouths the words, “Patient abuse.”

That’s all he can bear to see. He revs the engine as soon as the light turns green.

Again, this is not a precisely true story but speculation based on the facts and hospital records I have. Some is, of course, a bit of humor on my part as well, and my overall disregard for the psychiatric profession. I do not dislike psychiatrists as individuals, but I despise the idea of it.

Breaking news on Dan Markingson case! Attention: Minnesota! Open letter (from me) to all nurses considering blowing the whistle….

Dear potential whistleblower nurses, and all readers,

A nurse has spoken out about drug research at the U of Minnesota Medical Center.  Here’s the link:


If anyone out there thinks that hospitals don’t commit crimes, you need to see this video.  I will try to stream it here if I can.

Hmm…it doesn’t want to stream in WordPress, but if the above link doesn’t work, try this one:

U of M drug research insider tells all.

There is more in the video than you read in the text below it, so do watch!

Anyway…Any potential whistleblowers out there? Are you considering tattling on your workplace? What about patients, speaking up about abuses instead of remaining silent?

I first encountered this question way back when…oh, 1977 or so. I was working for McDonald’s.  I never wanted to work there, but at the time, I could find nothing else. The name of the game was gender bias in the workplace, oppression of barely-paid workers, and a shocking amount of food that went to waste. Okay, “food.”  But still, I knew families on Welfare that could have used a burger or two.

Okay, call me dumb. I spoke up about the food waste, but my timing sucked royally. Picture this: I was working the register along with some other girls, while the more privileged male workers worked the grill. I watched in horror as the assistant manager came into the front area and swept the burgers off the grill and into the trash. A handful of customers also witnessed this.

Agreeably, they’d been on the grill warming for a bit. But they certainly hadn’t gone bad.  Supposedly “high freshness standards” forbade selling burgers that had been cooked and then didn’t sell.

So I spoke up. “Why can’t we cook to order so there won’t be so much food waste? I know people who are really hungry and would appreciate that food. But you tossed it out. That’s wasteful.”

Okay, okay, I cannot recall my exact words. But I did use the word “wasteful.” Right in front of customers.

The assistant manager turned beet red. He was so, so pissed. You could tell by the way he was tossing spatulas around. Pissed. I didn’t know what to think. I was young and naive. He stormed off.

I was fired. You bet he used some excuse to get me out of there.

So…this was my first workplace experience with blowing the whistle. I encourage any nurse out there to blow the whistle on abuse in hospitals. Patient abuse is more than just a few burgers and fries.  These places are very powerful and have lots of money, so maybe you need to consult a lawyer before coming out.  Just to protect yourselves.

Retaliation really does happen. I was victim to it myself as patient whistleblower. I have left the USA to ensure that I remain free of harm. My little dog and I are together and okay now.


Julie Greene and Puzzle

Instructions to medical and psych institutions on how to properly abuse patients

We have seen these doctors and hospitals choose the wrong patient to abuse, have we not? They picked wrong when they picked Justina. Maybe these institutions need abuse policy books, as follows:

Don’t abuse patients unless you are sure they won’t be able to get effective legal assistance.

Don’t kill patients. You can do anything but that.

As soon as the patient starts to complain or to contact legal assistance (outside of in-house “human rights” offices which only shuts up the patients) see to it that their phone and internet is either monitored or cut off. Even if you have to stretch things and say you are doing it for some bogus “safety” reason.

Cut phone wires if you have to, or deliberately see to it that the phones don’t work well, that they are placed in extremely public places, and call “Group” to get patients off the phone when you have to.

If you see patients discussing empowerment, break up the discussion immediately, especially if the patients are recognizing that your facility is unlawful in some way.  You really don’t want this stuff leaking out, do you? Tell the patients it’s bad for their treatment or will exacerbate their symptoms. They will surely fall for that line.

Always back up other practitioners, and see to it that the patient is completely discredited. Tell the patient that talking about patient rights is a disease, called “paranoia.” Convince all the compliant patients that this disease exists, so the patient who is more aware of the wrongs in the system finds herself completely  lacking support in the patient “milieu.”

We, the medical establishment, have already declared that it’s fine to hide side effects from patients or to make a bogus comparison between diabetes and bipolar.  We figure patients arn’t worthy of our being honest and respectful. After all, compliance is far more important. They are dangerous beasts , are they not? To subdue them is far more important than respect and decency!  Our little fibs are fine.  By the time the consequences happen, they’ll be so fucked up, or dead, or institutionalized, that what will it matter?

So long as we don’t get sued, we are sinless gods, and even a lawsuit is a slap on the wrist for most of us.

Roll, on, brothers, pass the basket, and let’s enjoy our riches and power.

Love, Julie and Puzzle