Symptoms: Malabsorption, Damaged mucus lining, Pancreatic insufficiency, Severe food sensitivity, Bleeding
Basically, I took half the lowest dose of Mobic on 21/3/2014 and woke 3 nights later spitting up blood with pain. Went to hospital. Told me I should never have been put on it due to anemia for, then, 30 yrs. Plus B12 insufficient. Now I had malabsorption, damage to mucus lining, insufficient pancreas, and severe sensitivity to foods. The next 5 yrs I deteriorated despite trying to heal.
March 2019, rushed to hospital low BS. They started IV treatment for thiamine deficiency. Sadly I kept declining, and they gave me Mirtazapine as a sleeping tablet which created many issues like above that the doctor told me was all in my head. From there I begged for investigation, which they declined repeatedly, telling me I was mental and nothing was wrong despite the symptoms and internal pain.
From there I was reacting to everything, so they took my rights away, held me down against my will and repeatedly poisoned me with Psych, Benzo, PPIs, painkillers, Cipro, etc., which they crushed and put down a feeding nasal tube (NGT), as they hand force fed me mashed foods too, causing more bleeding, swelling etc.
By Nov 2023 my friend, a nurse, rescued me from Australian hospitals trying to save my life. Sadly all the damage led to cancer I found out after doing private tests since my doctors refused. 2024 I learnt what I felt: cancer. No wonder the agony, like every cell was broken, especially passing blood from everywhere: ears, nose, armpit, elbows, torso, scalp, vagina, bowel, that they refused to admit to or investigate. Criminal and so negligent and inhumane.
I'm now dying, bed ridden and bound two years, friend with me until I pass now.
I lost everything by their actions. My company, my marriage, my child, my families, my ability to eat, draw/paint/build wire structures etc., speak, walk, sit, lost my finances and income trying to save myself, and my incontinence and medical needs while bed ridden. No life last two years, locked in bedroom dying, no visitors, no friends, with the smell of my own death in excruciating agony.
I learnt to forgive everyone, as I am a strong person, while I raised awareness to save others. I am only 56, not ready to go, this wasn't my choice, but I had no choice. Hence found a way to keep going in bed.
Sorry if jumbled. I'm struggling to stay awake and have eye issues.