MEDICAL OPINION COMPLIMENT SLIP

 LETTER FROM HEATH HOUSE HOSPITAL dated June 1999

I saw a Dr Gwen Kahan as I was worried about the lack of pulses in both arms, the uncertainty surrounding my "heart attack and the worry that ALL male members of my family, apart from my Dad, dies of sudden heart attacks at my age. She allowed me to talk for a few seconds and then screamed at me that I was an ungrateful patient, and I should be more grateful for ALL that her surgery has done for me, I should move on and accept that my dental career was over. And more, she tore me to strips whilst IGNORING what I had asked her.

I had that appointment on Monday 4th August and was immediately asked if I was suicidal. I categorically said NO trying to explain the last ten years. The 80 minute appointment seemed to revolve around their insistence I was suicidal, my strong denial and my increasing anger and frustration.

I left with the thoughts of suicide firmly implanted in my brain. It is almost as if they WANT me to attempt suicide because over the last 10 years that is ALL the ****ing NHS seem to talk about.

           My left arm went cold and tingly. My left chest feels odd as I left

I was told that the Mental Health Team will write to my GP explaining my worry about my heart condition and the FACT I have NO PULSE in EITHER ARM.

EVERY GP ignores the stress I am under from initially loosing my career and the stress involved as I try to get answers BUT I keep being asked if I have ever thought of committing suicide.

Thanks to the misdiagnosis in 1998 that I was a high risk suicide I am now effectively stopped from having ANY treatment in the NHS.

Another GP, Dr Lilley also at another appointment shouted "You don't understand, do you?" when I asked about my pulses and pain in my right wrist. EXACTLY. THAT IS THE REASON I ASKED THE QUESTION.

Why don't people listen to me?

Is it any wonder that I have NO faith whatsoever that the NHS is there to help me heal? In fact I am very very frightened of NHS staff now because of the way they have been able to casually patronise, ignore me and then mislabel me because I kept on asking for very reasonable treatment. I feel like I’m living in a 1984/Animal Farm world.