November 27th 2006
The Albany VA Hospital gave him the instructions about drugs…they did not tell me he will need my help after his release to manage the drugs…so I discovered
the hard way this morning because Ashley started to have problems, real problems…so I ran in the kitchen and gave him a triple dose of lactulose!! (it is what they did at the Intensive Care Unit when he was in coma, they gave him intensive doses of lactulose through his nose so I knew it was safe)…I know Ashley is very intelligent and that’s why I was letting him managing the drugs but I realized even if you are a genius, (Ash had a IQ of 169) if you are weak then you can not manage that….The ammonia was hitting the brain again…you need to recover first…and then you can manage your drugs…Ashley is sooooooo tired because he was having nausea for three hours (from about 7:00 a.m. to 10:00 a.m. and I JUST realized to have nausea in his case means his ammonia level is high….
In fact, the Albany VA hospital did another mistake – Ashley was on absolutely NO SALT DIET and now one of his drugs IS SALT BASED because his system lacked it too much…(so don’t ask me what to understand from what the Albany VA medical center is doing…they sure don’t know themselves, so…) by the way, I am sooooo glad and happy I don’t have to beg a nurse to give him lactulose anymore…I knew it is what he needed this morning and if I would go to the hospital, I WOULD MOST LIKELY HAVE TO BEG FOR LACTULOSE UNTIL ASHLEY WOULD BE AT LEAST IN COMA OR MAYBE DEAD…all I have to do is to give him…THANK GOD !!!!
Yes, the reason I didn’t run to the VA hospital is I know there is a big likelihood
I would have to beg for lactulose until he would be in coma like it happened before at the Albany VA Hospital – I had to beg Diane M Ehmann and he had to go coma at the Intensive Care Unit to get his lactulose like I was requesting.
Update December 31st 2013:
Ash was released on November 24th and turned yellow on November 27th and his arms and legs were shacking, which was a sign his liver was shutting down 3 days after being released from the Albany VA Medical Center. Even though I did not trust the hospitals anymore, I had to call the ambulance because it was very hard for me to see Ashley in this state, I could not take it anymore to see him that weak and he could not eat and his kidneys were on their way to shut down and the dialysis was not even offered by Dr. Nimesh Desai like I already explained previously.
So I was the third woman becoming a widow even though I was sad for Mrs. Abrahamsen because he died simply because they did not bring the oxygen tank on time so he had time to end up at the ICU in coma and die there but it turned out that I was becoming a widow myself.
I AM THANKING YOU FATHER IN JESUS’ NAME THAT MY HUSBAND IS ALIVE BECAUSE THERE IS TWO VETERANS WHO DIED ON HIS FLOOR IN A MONTH…ONE OF THEM WAS MR. KEN ABRAHAMSEN, I have kept the Price Chopper card I was using to get him along with my husband what he wanted at the grocery store AND I ALSO THANK YOU FATHER HE IS OUT OF THERE !!! (Updated January 12th, 2014: that means that he left the Albany Stratton VA Medical Center that day)
Mrs. “Hocus-Pocus” told me indirectly that I didn’t care for my husband and that’s why I don’t want him to have another surgery at the Albany VA Medical Center. She needs to go walk on the yellow line (this is not said literally, it is said metaphorically) is what I should have told her for attacking me somehow in a way I couldn’t sue her. All was in the manner that it was said and in the tone of the voice. The main reason why I don’t want my husband to have another surgery is because he would be in this VA hospital on this blip blip blip 8th floor where they ALMOST KILLED HIM 5 TIMES IN A ROW.
Update on December 31st, 2013: I have in the medical records that Ashley died because the TIPS procedure went wrong – which could be possible because Ash was asking FENTANYL all the times after this procedure – but I can not rely on Doctor Nimesh Desai’s words for the simple reason that he let Ashley die even though I knew that Ash was not getting the proper care at the MMH and that’s why I called the Congressman John M. McHugh and they called the hospital officials but “Dr” Desai did not change his mind i.e to let Ashley die because after all of this mess he went through at the Albany VA Medical Center on the 8th floor, he did not want to be transferred to any VA hospital and that’s the only choice Desai gave him even thought the dialysis center was only at 2 miles and part of the MMH…Nimesh Desai did not EVEN OFFER THE DIALYSIS !!!!!!! so I was working on getting a liver and decided that I was to be the living donor because our blood was compatible so Ash’s body would not reject my liver so I was working very hard on this and found out that the Georgetown University Hospital is doing that type of surgery and I was asking the Congressman to have Ash and I fly by helicopter there a.s.a.p. because Ashley was dying but I was mislead by Nimesh Desai because what Ash needed first was a dialysis….this is CRIMINAL IN MY BOOK…
So because Ashley refused to go to any VA hospital after being tortured that way, this Nimesh Desai only made one offer to Ash (either to go to a VA hospital or….what Ash needed to understand was that he was to be left to die…that is what it was about…)
so this Nimesh Desai said on the records that Ash died because his TIPS procedure went wrong and IF this is true, then it is ONLY PARTIALLY CORRECT. When the VA Hospital postponed his TIPS procedure, I tried to influence Ash to not get it but he was sold out to this idea because if you did read well this journal, you will realize that all of this started because his lungs were filled with liquid and he was drowning in his own liquid and he was scared that would happen to him again and that is what this TIPS procedure was supposed to avoid or at least, it is WHAT THEY CONVINCED HIM OF that would fix it so he was convinced to get it no matter how I was scared for him to be on this blip blip blip 8th floor of the Albany VA medical center
because we almost all blew up one time because they did not mind to have this addicted to cigarettes near the tank of oxygen, I told this stupid social worker (Lori Bobersky) that this addicted to cigarettes was around the oxygen tank asking for cigarettes and he had lighters with him and she did not do anything. WTF – sorry but there are limits to my tolerance to absolute stupidity.
My husband waited from 7:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. to get his FENTANYL. The last time I asked about it it was around 4:00 p.m. and his nurse Diane blow me off telling me she asked his doctor (well, I asked since about 12:00 pm. and I wasn’t getting results so that wouldn’t have changed anything anyway if I would have asked before 12:00 p.m.) and she told me she has other patients to take care. Wow!! (The same Diane didn’t get his FENTANYL from 5:00 p.m. to about 9:00 p.m. the day before)
I had to do something crazy to get it – I was at the end of my rope, at the feet of the wall
to put what Ashley wasn’t able to eat on the way of everybody (in the doorway) so somebody inquired very quickly “what was that?” and I said what was going on. One of the aids (a nurse assistant) advised me to scream, to yell but I thought that wasn’t a good idea because I was/am aware that I was/am in a hospital and I didn’t want to disturb the other patients, including Ashley. (I am not like folks who are visiting someone and acting like they would be in a bar) By the way, I didn’t want somebody to stumble on it (what I put in the doorway) and I was watching for making sure that would not happen simply from the corner of my eye because that was not my goal to harm somebody because Ash was in acute pain for many hours.
I must make sure:
1) Ashley will get all his papers because we won’t go back to the Albany VA medical Center – do a list I received and double check I got everything;
2) To get a DAV Van for him because what he was told is he would have to go from Albany to Syracuse and from Syracuse to home. This is insane after two surgeries;
3) Ashley will get his lactulose, fentanyl and another type of painkiller for home
My experience with 2 VA Hospitals is: it is a sample of hell. I am just sick of it. DID I NOT MENTION THAT THE 8TH FLOOR OF THE ALBANY VA MEDICAL CENTER WAS UNDER INVESTIGATION WHILE WE WERE THERE? MY HUSBAND TOLD ME THIS AT THE MIDST OF NOVEMBER 2006.
Already in 2003, there were serious issues with this VA Hospital and we were in 2006
Feds Launch Probe of VA Hiring Practices_Albany Hired Researcher Despite Revoked License Thu, 20 Feb 2003
BNA is continuing its investigative report about the criminal investigation of the Stratton VA Medical Center, Albany. The investigation has uncovered multiple crimes and systemic violations that have put patients’ lives at risk.
By M. Alexander Otto Medical Research Law & Policy Report The Bureau of National Affairs, Inc., Washington D.C. http://www.ahrp.org/infomail/0203/20.php
November 18th, 2006
We waited between 5:00 p.m. and 9:00 p.m. for Ashley to get his painkiller. I am sick to death of this VA hospital. I would have understood if his blood pressure would be low and/or if his ammonia level wouldn’t be tested but we got the results about 6:30 p.m. and it was only at 26 and anyway they were giving him his lactulose in case his ammonia level would increase because generally after a TIPS procedure that is the case. Like it wouldn’t be enough, I already said to the nurses and the doctor he is able to take FENTANYL like he received at the ICU and guess why he waited for 4 hours to get his painkiller? It’s because it was FENTANYL that was to be prescribed again meaning that they had to get a prescription first in order to get it. I thought we were at a hospital where everything is supposed to be handy in order to intervene effectively but I guess not. Ash had to wait 4 hours with an acute chest pain for no other reasons that the folks working there aren’t caring enough… If the VA Hospitals aren’t better than this office in this Village and the Albany Stratton VA Medical Center, I wish us to find another way for my husband to have health care.
They were supposed to provide an ambulance to transfer Ashley from the Albany VA Hospital to the nearest hospital (it was a DAV Van instead) and they provided a wheel chair with dried human excrement on it.
Like this wouldn’t be enough, they didn’t provide all the papers Ashley needed to get his TIPS procedure to this other hospital in Albany so his surgery was delayed 1 hour. Instead of having it at 9:00 a.m. he got it at 10:00 a.m….
I made sure they will check Ashley’s ammonia level after the TIPS procedure and I made sure they won’t give him Morphine.
I realized this morning when they entered (inserted) a ¾ inch tube in Ashley’s body to first his belly, second his lungs, they could use FENTANYL as a painkiller. (the one that at first Ashley felt he was about to vomit – read part 28. Why I know that?!? Because yesterday night, Ashley had a very big pain and I told them to NOT use Morphine even though it is what the nurse and the doctor available at the Intensive Care Unit wanted to use. They finally figured something out about 30 minutes later my husband asked for a painkiller and they found FENTANYL.
Since they didn’t try to find another painkiller when they inserted this ¾ inch tube (I wasn’t able to be at the Albany medical center at that time because US Immigration was “handling” my green card so I was not able to get a learner permit from the DMV and I was at hundreds of miles away from the Hospital) simply because they could find FENTANYL, I consider what they did to my husband is called: TORTURE. Ashley had what the “doctor called”: “panic attack” this morning. What he had was acid reflux chest pain or the gastroesophageal reflux.
It is so frustrating what we are going through to say the least. Ashley had such a big pain he had to ask me to ask again for the nurses to come and the reason why he had to ask me again is because I knew they would be “ticked off” so I waited but finally I went there and she was “ticked off”. After she came back and wanted to give Morphine to Ashley this stupid imbecile. I told her Ashley would die because they tried it about 2 ½ weeks ago and he almost died, remember? That’s a real battlefield and Ashley’s life is in jeopardy for sure. Even though I told her Ashley would die, she came back saying to Ash: “you are refusing to take Morphine” and I replied: “he is not refusing to take Morphine, he knows fully well he would die if he would take it”. He even went as far as asking me to call the previous floor where he was (the 8th floor) to talk to a doctor because he has in such excruciating pain. I thought he would die because of the pain. I finally called on the phone the previous floor and they told me they aren’t taking care of him anymore because he is now at the intensive care. Nice people.
And it happened something more like this would not be enough. (believe it or not, what brought back Ashley from coma is that I spoke to Ash’s subconscious while he was in the coma because I knew that in his subconscious, Ash would understand that I was caring for him – just like he was used to me caring about him – so I was talking to him just like he was conscious because when he was coma, he could have died and I wanted to prevent that to happen so his death was postponed again) A nurse was called to take care of Ashley but she told us up front she has to take care of other patients so she was “ticked off” as well. To give you an idea, Ashley said that he was feeling about to vomit after receiving this painkiller. Her answer was: “close your mouth and breath through your nose” and “concentrate on your respiration” and she told Ashley to not talk to me at all like he would be a little boy. So because Ash wanted to get rid of the thing he thought he needed to vomit in (the bag) while the painkiller was beginning to work, he asked me to remove it. Just because he said that, she told him if he would talk to me again, she would throw his wife out of the room so I decided to leave before that would happen and come later when she was gone. If she is not happy, Mrs. Superior just has to go back to India and worship rats or put cow poop all over her like their “saints” are doing.
This “so smart” “doctor” (he thought he was smarter than me and because of Mr. Smarty pants, my husband is at the intensive care) didn’t check Ashley’s ammonia level like he as supposed to (like it was planned) on Saturday morning and because of that he is now in coma at the intensive care unit at the VA hospital. He thought he was smarter than me because Sir is a doctor. So Mr. So Smart didn’t hear me because I asked him to check his ammonia level like he was supposed to anyway Saturday morning. The fact that Ashley’s ammonia level was 140 on Thursday was enough to understand he needed his ammonia level to be checked.
I am sick to death because Ashley could die because most folks would die – his ammonia level was 393 when he entered at the intensive care unit. It was about 313 in the morning.
Like this wouldn’t be enough, the person who put his personal belongings in a bag put liquid with his things coming maybe from a ice cube or a bit water, I don’t know but I showed to her his things were wet and even under the plastic bag, it was humid. (on the counter) That’s how they care about a Veteran. The nurses tried to make me speak (because they knew where Ashley was/is) but when I entered on the 8th floor I was already sick to death and then when I saw how they cared about his personal belongings, I was just sicker than I was when I came.
Don’t tell me what to think “doc” because I am intelligent enough to think for myself. Oh, I thought since Ashley refused the lactalose he was 50-50% responsible with this So Smart doctor but after talking with the nurse who is taking care of him, she said Ashley couldn’t take a good decision with an ammonia level of 100 – it’s where he was after they gave him the lactulose (the word processor corrects it to lactalose but it is LACTULOSE) Thursday. From 140 to 100 on Thursday and then, 393 when he entered in the intensive care unit to 313.
I have the feeling Ashley needs to be out of the VA hospital A.S.A.P. because of what I said from part 1 to part 27. Just read. I’ll be so happy when Ash will be finally out of this dangerous place called: VA Hospital…I am working hard on it….
I was there having specific questions and I was waiting for a specific doctor to come to meet us. She was talking with her buddy on the floor so I thought she was coming for us like the nurse said to me. I was waiting for her since 1:00 p.m. and she finally left at 2:00 p.m. because her shift was over. She literally just forgot me that’s how important we are for them. I am too much polite I should bothered her while she was talking to her buddy even though the nurse assured me that she was coming for me. In other words, I should not have trusted the nurse.
I finally met another doctor at 2:30 p.m. – of course, I bothered the nurse this time to make sure we wouldn’t be forgotten AGAIN. So I waited exactly 90 minutes to have few questions answered about my husband’s situation because the doctor who was there is not exactly involved about Ashley’s case – I just got general answers. I’ll email another question to another doctor here hoping I’ll get an answer because I already emailed him yesterday and I didn’t receive an answer yet. (this Dr. Smith) Worse case scenario, I’ll have to ask the questions to the surgeon next Monday and/or wait Monday anyway to be in touch with a doctor directly involved. That’s the VA services for you.
I may publish a booklet about what’s going on from what I am publishing here – I’ll pray God about it. I am very angry to say the least….