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.