My Problems before hospitalisation

My mother tripped over my dog, and broke the head of her left femur and was rushed to hospital. She went into a coma a few days later and then went into a respiratory arrest, in front of me, as soon as a nurse gave her liquid antibiotics. She died 11 days later in Intensive Care. I discovered I was to be sued over the treatment I was undertaking at the time I was told my mother had gone into a coma and eventually was found at fault. (The reason I know so much about the NHS Complaints procedure). I almost immediately discovered my wife’s infidelity (2-3 days after Mum's death). I left my marriage a few months later and moved into her house. An unrelenting, traumatic assault by the CSA and a long and acrimonious divorce then started. I went to see the Doctor about now as I was feeling extremely stressed coping with this AND working six days a week, single-handed, in my NHS Dental Practice.

In November 1997 my Practice was flooded when the drains couldn’t cope with a torrential storm. I had to close for almost 3 months because of Insurance delays. The area near my practice had been under 4 foot of water, but nobody rang me to tell me and I discovered the mess at 8.00a.m. the next day. The council sandbags stopped the house before the Practice. Inside the mess was waist high, the smell was disgusting as sewerage had overflowed. I rang the Health Authority to see if I could move to the empty Dental Surgery in Briton Ferry health centre but was told no because my patients would bring chaos to the surgery, but they would allow me to move my 2 surgeries to the 1st floor of my original building that would soon be a building site in a 10 ft by 12 ft room in the middle of my in-house Denture and Crown Laboratory and with NO equipment or waiting area!!.

I rang my Insurance company immediately and rang my Bank Manager and he didn’t seem too worried but told me to keep in regular contact. I decided to do “home visits” to the local residential homes. I arranged quite a portfolio and explained the situation to the Health Authority as my Practicing Profile would change, and they thanked me for the information. So I became a mobile dentist aided by the speed of my technician . After one month an investigation was started against me as my Practicing Profile had changed. The investigation required a selection of completed patients to be seen, in a clinic in town, to ascertain that I had done the work to a certain standard. As ALL the patients were unable to attend these appointments because they were “in a home” the Authority sent out 3 more investigations for each non-attendance but THESE in turn “failed to attend” or rather the Managers of the Homes said that they would be UNABLE to attend, so the number of Patients under investigation grew exponentially until ALL the home visits and more were summonsed. I rang the Dental Practice Board and Health Authority angrily explaining that I had had a flood and had “permission” to change my profile. To ease the situation I stopped doing “Home Visits” so in effect they stopped me working and added to my problems. I ended up with 100+ pts on investigation as they also asked to see patients I had seen pre-flood. I concentrated on the Insurance Claim and saw my regular patients going elsewhere.

I reopened in January 1998 to an almost defunct practice and daily divided my time, in between patients, either ringing the Insurance company to get more interim payments or ringing the bank to explain and keep them sweet. I received the 1st reasonable payment from the Dental Practice Board in May 1998. My Bank manager was ok but as HIS superior wasn’t so I now had to keep contact almost daily. I told Dr A of the added pressure. My acrimonious divorce was at last coming to an end but little did I know that the real horror of the CSA would soon start...

I arranged for all my regular correspondence to be sent to the practice, rather than to my home address at the start of my stressful period so that I could deal with any problem "with company" (my staff) rather than alone at home. ALL standing orders and direct debits were taken from my practice account. I had a small account set up for my everyday living but 90% of income stayed in my Practice account. At the end of every month I placed about £200 in my personal account and £500 in my wife's account. I was in contact with my accountant in order for him to be in full knowledge of the problems I was having. He was friends with my bank manager AND the insurance representative so "backed up" my telephone calls

The week 4th - 12th June 1998.

Thursday evening 4th June: In the Star Pub, Pen y dre Neath rehearsing the play we were performing on the 12th August 1998. It started the idea to do a Panto in the Summer about a “bad dream” where the pub, with all its characters and real ale, turned into a theme pub with disco etc etc A friend and I were arranging the music and writing some dubious songs for the cast to sing. Then with 2 others we were writing the main plot with many regulars doing their party pieces. Worked 08.30 to 18.30

Friday 5th June: can’t remember, probably in town watching a band.. worked 08.30 - 16.30 11.00 to end doing home visits to care homes.

Sat 6th June: Rehearsed, in the afternoon, with the Band “The Conmen” I had recently joined the guitarist. then watched the pianist in his solo gig that night. worked 08.00 to 13.00 - 14.00.

Sun 7th June: Saw my son and did “birthday things” as he was to be 14 on Monday. He stayed the night. no work

Monday 8th June: Went for a couple of beers in the pub to talk panto stuff and write rude jokes etc. worked 08.30 to 17.00

Tuesday 9th June: afternoon off to rehearse with the band. worked 08.30 to 13.00

Wednesday10th June: same as Monday. But also saw my son from 15.00 and he stayed over. The last time I saw him/spoke to him for 2 months. We didn’t even say goodbye, see you later mate. Worked 08.30 to 13.00.

Thursday afternoon 11th June: I received the telephone call to go to hospital at 11.30 am BUT there was a dress rehearsal in my house and I could not cancel it apparently I was “not my self” (I) worked 08.30 to 11.30 should have been 13.00. evening: I drove very fast up and down the A465 a few times and then went to the pub, telling no one.

Then on Friday 12th June 1998 I drove 95 miles to Heath House, Bristol and was admitted to hospital and immediately put on medication and 5 minute observations. I was told I was a high risk suicide and had to give them all my sharp stuff and shoe laces BLOODY HELL. I asked daily about my practice and was told that ALL WAS BEING DONE FOR ME but I needed to know facts, it was my business, but none were given.

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	My Problems and a bit of my life before hospitalisation

	My mother tripped over my dog, and broke the head of her left femur and was rushed to hospital. She went into a coma a few days later and then went into a respiratory arrest, in front of me, as soon as a nurse gave her liquid antibiotics. She died 11 days later in Intensive Care. I discovered I was to be sued over the treatment I was undertaking at the time I was told my mother had gone into a coma and eventually was found at fault. (The reason I know so much about the NHS Complaints procedure). I almost immediately discovered my wife’s infidelity (2-3 days after Mum's death). I left my marriage a few months later and moved into her house. An unrelenting, traumatic assault by the CSA and a long and acrimonious divorce then started. I went to see the Doctor about now as I was feeling extremely stressed coping with this AND working six days a week, single-handed, in my NHS Dental Practice. In November 1997 my Practice was flooded when the drains couldn’t cope with a torrential storm. I had to close for almost 3 months because of Insurance delays. The area near my practice had been under 4 foot of water, but nobody rang me to tell me and I discovered the mess at 8.00a.m. the next day. The council sandbags stopped the house before the Practice. Inside the mess was waist high, the smell was disgusting as sewerage had overflowed. I rang the Health Authority to see if I could move to the empty Dental Surgery in Briton Ferry health centre but was told no because my patients would bring chaos to the surgery, but they would allow me to move my 2 surgeries to the 1st floor of my original building that would soon be a building site in a 10 ft by 12 ft room in the middle of my in-house Denture and Crown Laboratory and with NO equipment or waiting area!!. I rang my Insurance company immediately and rang my Bank Manager and he didn’t seem too worried but told me to keep in regular contact. I decided to do “home visits” to the local residential homes. I arranged quite a portfolio and explained the situation to the Health Authority as my Practicing Profile would change, and they thanked me for the information. So I became a mobile dentist aided by the speed of my technician . After one month an investigation was started against me as my Practicing Profile had changed. The investigation required a selection of completed patients to be seen, in a clinic in town, to ascertain that I had done the work to a certain standard. As ALL the patients were unable to attend these appointments because they were “in a home” the Authority sent out 3 more investigations for each non-attendance but THESE in turn “failed to attend” or rather the Managers of the Homes said that they would be UNABLE to attend, so the number of Patients under investigation grew exponentially until ALL the home visits and more were summonsed. I rang the Dental Practice Board and Health Authority angrily explaining that I had had a flood and had “permission” to change my profile. To ease the situation I stopped doing “Home Visits” so in effect they stopped me working and added to my problems. I ended up with 100+ pts on investigation as they also asked to see patients I had seen pre-flood. I concentrated on the Insurance Claim and saw my regular patients going elsewhere. I reopened in January 1998 to an almost defunct practice and daily divided my time, in between patients, either ringing the Insurance company to get more interim payments or ringing the bank to explain and keep them sweet. I received the 1st reasonable payment from the Dental Practice Board in May 1998. My Bank manager was ok but as HIS superior wasn’t so I now had to keep contact almost daily. I told Dr A of the added pressure. My acrimonious divorce was at last coming to an end but little did I know that the real horror of the CSA would soon start... I arranged for all my regular correspondence to be sent to the practice, rather than to my home address at the start of my stressful period so that I could deal with any problem "with company" (my staff) rather than alone at home. ALL standing orders and direct debits were taken from my practice account. I had a small account set up for my everyday living but 90% of income stayed in my Practice account. At the end of every month I placed about £200 in my personal account and £500 in my wife's account. I was in contact with my accountant in order for him to be in full knowledge of the problems I was having. He was friends with my bank manager AND the insurance representative so "backed up" my telephone calls The week 4th - 12th June 1998. Thursday evening 4th June: In the Star Pub, Pen y dre Neath rehearsing the play we were performing on the 12th August 1998. It started the idea to do a Panto in the Summer about a “bad dream” where the pub, with all its characters and real ale, turned into a theme pub with disco etc etc A friend and I were arranging the music and writing some dubious songs for the cast to sing. Then with 2 others we were writing the main plot with many regulars doing their party pieces. Worked 08.30 to 18.30 Friday 5th June: can’t remember, probably in town watching a band.. worked 08.30 - 16.30 11.00 to end doing home visits to care homes. Sat 6th June: Rehearsed, in the afternoon, with the Band “The Conmen” I had recently joined the guitarist. then watched the pianist in his solo gig that night. worked 08.00 to 13.00 - 14.00. Sun 7th June: Saw my son and did “birthday things” as he was to be 14 on Monday. He stayed the night. no work Monday 8th June: Went for a couple of beers in the pub to talk panto stuff and write rude jokes etc. worked 08.30 to 17.00 Tuesday 9th June: afternoon off to rehearse with the band. worked 08.30 to 13.00 Wednesday10th June: same as Monday. But also saw my son from 15.00 and he stayed over. The last time I saw him/spoke to him for 2 months. We didn’t even say goodbye, see you later mate. Worked 08.30 to 13.00. Thursday afternoon 11th June: I received the telephone call to go to hospital at 11.30 am BUT there was a dress rehearsal in my house and I could not cancel it apparently I was “not my self” (I) worked 08.30 to 11.30 should have been 13.00. evening: I drove very fast up and down the A465 a few times and then went to the pub, telling no one. Then on Friday 12th June 1998 I drove 95 miles to Heath House, Bristol and was admitted to hospital and immediately put on medication and 5 minute observations. I was told I was a high risk suicide and had to give them all my sharp stuff and shoe laces BLOODY HELL. I asked daily about my practice and was told that ALL WAS BEING DONE FOR ME but I needed to know facts, it was my business, but none were given. home