Remember Dave, the Vietnam vet I mentioned a couple months ago who vanished into thin air like
other people I’ve met in PR? I’m positive he too was a victim of toxic medical care. It was so bad
with Dave that every time I saw him he was receiving new treatment for yet another ailment his
doctor had diagnosed, and while some of the treatments merely entailed taking medication, like
injecting himself with insulin for diabetes for instance, in at least one other instance the treatment
involved a sickeningly invasive surgical procedure. I was absolutely chilled when he told me about
this one ghastly procedure he underwent at St. Paul’s Hospital down in Van. I’m not going to go
into the details of it but it sounded like a medieval torture technique. And then he died! After having
all those things done to him??? What was the point of the treatment? Just to torment him? It sure
seemed like it!
To me it seemed totally obvious that it was the medication he was taking that was making him sick.
I even remember how he told me his diabetes was worsening at the same time as he was increasing
his insulin dosage and it seemed clear as hell to me that it was probably the insulin itself that was
making him ill and I even mentioned that to him. And I also recall how on one occasion he told me
that the insulin he was purchasing was actually botched by the pharmacy! Yes botched! It was
defective and had to be replaced. This was the same pharmacy I had a problem with too and this is
the one I’ve named the Pharmacy from Hell.
Now, this might sound hard to believe, but I think that this horrible pharmacy might be deliberately
changing the medication prescribed by doctors, perhaps even with the result of hurting people. And
I’m basing that on personal experience. Maybe other pharmacies in town do too, I don’t know.
Allow me to recount two incidents where I found out some really crazy stuff about this drugstore.
At the very least, these incidents are signs that the people working there aren’t nearly as competent
as they appear.
I bought medication at this drugstore myself for several years and when I did they always stuffed
this multipage information document about the medicine into the bag with the meds. I always just
threw the document out, but one time I decided to take a look at it and to my horror I saw that it
said that taking the drug I was buying might cause death - yes, it could KILL me!
Now, the drug I’m taking is for bipolar disorder and one of the symptoms I experience is paranoia.
And let me tell you, the last thing a paranoiac wants to read is that the drug he’s taking can kill him.
I mean, the medication is supposed to make you feel calm and stable, not give you more shit to
worry about. And yes, reading that DID freak me out and make me very reluctant to take the drug.
So I decided to go to the pharmacy and ask a pharmacist what they meant by saying the drug could
kill me. But when I told the pharmacist about my concern he furrowed his eyebrows in
bewilderment, not understanding what I was talking about. Then he asked to see the brochure, so I
handed it to him. He scrutinized it curiously for a moment and then handed it back to me and said,
“Could you show me where it says that?”
As it turned out, he didn’t know a goddamn thing about the drug’s supposedly lethal side effect and
wasn’t able to tell me anything about it. At a later point I asked my personal physician about it and
she reassured me that it was just a standard warning that only applied to the elderly that I needn’t
concern myself with.
Anyway, the pharmacist’s clueless reaction was an indication that, even though the employees there
are smartly dressed in extremely attractive uniforms and look like professional health care workers,
they might not actually be experts on the stuff they’re selling.
But it was the second incident that happened at this drugstore that really confirmed my
apprehensions about them.
As I said, I’d been taking the same medication for years and had purchased it seamlessly countless
times. But one day when I purchased it at this pharmacy I ran into nothing but problems. I was
basically told that EVERYTHING was wrong.
Even paying for the medication was an issue that day. After I’d bought the med the pharmacist
noted that I’d done so through a private employee benefits company at which point she pulled out
an application form for a BC government prescription drug plan and told me I had to switch to the
government plan right away. And she even used a blatant THREAT to pressure me into signing up
for it. I was told that if I didn’t apply for the government plan, my private provider would drop me
as a client.
“We’ve seen it happen to other customers,” she warned ominously. That was very disturbing to
hear.
Then, after that, ANOTHER pharmacist showed up to “discuss” my medication with me. And this
pharmacist -- a young, ultra-serious, twenty-something blonde who looked like she was fresh out of
pharmacy school -- was not at all pleased with what I was buying.
She started out by informing me that another brand of the drug, which I’d been purchasing from this
very pharmacy, had been recalled. She didn’t explain why it had been recalled, but the implication
was that it was faulty in some way. Oh, so you’ve been selling me bad medication for years and
years, I thought to myself. This was something else I didn’t need to hear.
And was I offered a refund for buying bad medicine? No I wasn’t. Was I told what the side effects
of the bad medication, if any, were? Nope. And if the medication was bad, why were they still
selling it to me? I didn’t inquire as to the reason for the recall and no explanation of any kind was
given.
The pharmacist then asked me if I had any of the recalled medication left over at home. My back
immediately went up at being asked this personal question by a complete stranger. Why would they
want to know this and what business is it of theirs? I’d been buying the medication from them for a
long time, why would it suddenly be an issue for them now? It didn’t make any sense. I told her
no, I didn’t have any at home. If I did, she said, I should throw it out.
Next, just totally unable to back off and let me leave with my purchase, the pharmacist accused me
of NOT TAKING THE MEDICATION!!! She didn’t ask me if I was taking the medication, she
actually told me she knew I wasn’t. What a fucking Pharma-Nazi!!! And she’d even calculated the
last time she believed I’d taken the medication -- DOWN TO THE EXACT FUCKING DAY!!!
YES, THE EXACT DAY!
“I see it’s been seventy-eight days since you last took this drug,” the pharmacist declared coldly.
I couldn’t believe it! The pharmacist was acting like a goddamn prison guard!!! And that is exactly
how it works in jails: I know, I’ve been there. You have no choice but to take the medication
prescribed to you and they monitor you to make sure you do. And in fact, sedating people with
drugs is something the justice system is totally obsessed with. When I was sentenced in Provincial
Court in North Vancouver back in 2001, the prosecutor and the judge made it a mandatory
condition of my post-incarceration probation order that after my release from prison I had to take
prescription drugs for three years without fail or I’d be sent back to jail.
Needless to say, I was EXTREMELY OFFENDED by the pharmacist’s admonition; I felt like I was
being accused of breaking the law. And how this guilt-tripper thought she actually knew whether or
not I was taking the medication was beyond me -- I certainly hadn’t told her. And in actual fact,
unless she’d planted a monitoring device in my house, she had no way of knowing this information.
It wasn’t true!
Then, taking her B.S. even further, she complained that the dosage of the drug I’d been prescribed
by my doctor was too high and had to be changed. Talk about condescending as hell. I mean, I’d
been prescribed this same drug for years and didn’t need any instructions from anyone about how
to take it. And as far as I knew, the dosage I’d been prescribed was a relatively low dosage. But
beyond that, just who the hell was this lady to question not only my ability to do something as
simple as popping a pill in my mouth, but also my doctor’s competence in prescribing medication
properly as well??? Talk about insulting! What a bitch!!!
Finally I had to stop her. I told her that was it, I wasn’t going to answer any more questions and
discuss the purchase any further. I explained that I was only there for the purpose of buying
something, that something being the medication I’d paid for, and I wanted to leave. I said that any
issues I had with the medication would only be discussed in private with my physician. And I told
her that it damn well better be safe for me to take the medication at the dosage labeled on the bottle
if they were selling it to me. I then left, feeling really shitty, my mood crashing and my psyche
sinking into the gutter in a depressive bipolar phase as a direct result of the confrontation with that
militant pharma-bully. That is not the way to deal with the mentally ill!
So that was the Pharmacy from Hell. The point to be derived from this is that some of these people
dispensing drugs are authoritarian morons filled with an unjustified sense of self-importance who
might even want to hurt people, especially people seen by them as worthless or troublesome and in
need of castigation. As a matter of fact, it could be that their actions are being influenced by mind
control signals that are causing them to foul up prescriptions and interfere with people. When you
think about it, pharmacists would be in a perfect position to cull certain segments of the population
if they wanted to through the dissemination of lethal dosages of powerful prescription drugs. They
sure were acting like robots who’d had their CPUs hacked on the day I just described.
Now, to conclude my series about bad medical care, I’d like to say that I personally haven’t had any
difficulties with medical treatment in Powell River. I’m very pleased with my own doctor and I trust
her implicitly with my health issues. And as well, when my father suffered a massive stroke in 1997
he spent several months recovering in the Powell River hospital and from what I saw the care he
received was excellent. I visited him in the intensive care unit right after he’d had the stroke and he
appeared to be on the brink of death. But he didn’t die, he made a remarkable recovery which can
only be attributed to the compassionate treatment he received at the hospital. I’m profoundly
grateful for the additional years Powell River General Hospital gave me with my dad. After the
stroke he went down to G.F. Strong Rehabilitation Centre in Vancouver for further restorative
treatment which from my observation was also extremely well administered. That’s what makes his
death at St. Paul’s Hospital, immediately after which the BC government began laundering hundreds
of thousands of dollars they’d stolen from our family, so obviously look like a mob hit.
I also want to say that after climaxing in 2015, the reports of medical system deaths I was hearing
about have stopped. I’m only hearing about medical treatment successes so far this year which is a
very pleasant change.
And as far as pharmacists and medication are concerned, please understand that I’m not saying that
everything about them is bad. Not by any means. In fact, I’m tremendously grateful they’re around
and we can go to them for help when we’re sick. Aside from the incidents I’ve recounted above,
my experiences with pharmacies have otherwise been first-rate. After the blowout with the
pharmacists at the Pharmacy from Hell I took my business elsewhere and haven’t had any
difficulties since. And I do know that medication can and does work. As well, I’m acutely aware
that illnesses can be intensely difficult events and people can find themselves stuck between a rock
and a hard place regarding treatment. What else do you do when you’re sick and your doctor
recommends treatment other than to diligently follow through with his recommendations? He’s the
expert right? And then of course there are those heartbreaking cases in which no medicine is going
to save someone who’s terminally ill.
However, when you see a pattern like the one I’ve observed here in Powell River, a pattern in which
it’s plain to see that medical treatment might be striking people down, it’s simply impossible to
ignore what you’re witnessing and not come to a conclusion about it.
As an addendum I want to say thank you to a very special reader named Casey who provided me
with information regarding the frustrations she’s experienced with the medical system in Powell
River. She sent me a couple of graphically elaborate e-mails recounting what she was dealing with
and if I could’ve found a way to integrate them into my articles I would have. To summarize, she
felt very let down by the treatment she was receiving from doctors and pharmacists. Putting her
situation into words must have required some effort and I’m extremely grateful she took the time to
do so. God bless you, Casey, and may Jesus Christ watch over you and protect you for all eternity.
