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Showing posts with label impatient units. Show all posts
Showing posts with label impatient units. Show all posts

Friday, December 25, 2015

I'VE ENCOUNTERED PITBULLS WITH MORE COMPASSION --MORE NEGATIVE REVIEWS

UPDATED: Check out my recent email sent to CEO Elicia Bunch prior to arranging a meeting on my Welcome page. I ask her to shut down the ECT, transition to new staff and work with me to make her ward the best in the country. Otherwise I will continue with my mission here and elsewhere to spread the word so that I can keep as many people as I can away from the torture and abuse of CPH's Acute Impatient Ward. I appeal to the CEO's better instincts and I hope that she will rise to the occasion.

THESE REVIEWS COME FROM THIS WEBSITE


BEWARE BEFORE YOU WALK INTO THIS HOSPITAL........... by 
skoosh, NaN/NaN/NaN
My daughter was held at this hospital AGAINST both parent's wishes and their treament of distraught parents was unforgiveable. Frankly, I've encountered pitbulls with more compassion than their intake staff and rate the whole experience right up there with watching my brother die. The doctor refused to answer my calls and the only treatment my daughter recieved there was "generic" at best. They billed my insurance company over $3000, not to mention a huge copay from us. There should be a huge sign on their front door: BEWARE.....

DO NOT GO HERE - 1950s practices, unsafe, abusive, nontherapeutic by 
anon, NaN/NaN/NaN
I'd give this hell hole a negative star if I could. I was sent there for suicide attempts. I was held against my well strapped to a bed. I was not allowed a change of clothes, shower, or food. They took me off my meds to see what would happen. Are you kidding me, that is very dangerous and I got very sick. I only saw psychiatrist once in 6 days. When I got to eat it was brought to me and practically thrown at me by the staff. My roommate was meth addict who was coming down and I had to stay awake with my eyes open for fear of another break down of theirs. The place smelled of urine and the staff was uncaring. I've never been so scared in my life. I got no medicine or treatment just abuse. THIS TYPE OF TREATMENT OCCURED IN THE 50S! My parents had to threaten a lawsuit to get me out. They were milking my insurance. This place is evil and should be torn down. I still have nightmares and will never forget. They wouldn't let me talk to my regular doctor nor my parents.

Bad call in discharge by 
Bad call to release, NaN/NaN/NaN
Our child was there and released against our feelings about it. I was told that he would need to stay there for 30-90 days and that when he would be released it would need to be to a supervised place. Within 48 hours of that call it was determined that his insurance would not cover the stay and we got the call that our child was being released that day. I begged and pleaded with them about our conversation the last 48 hrs and gave them examples of our child's behavior and why he should not be release. They would not listen. They release him and four days later he was involved in an accident that killed someone.

stay away by 
stay away, NaN/NaN/NaN
I was misdiagnosed and mistreated. Left worse off than when I came


Bad Place to go by 
Kelly, NaN/NaN/NaN
I have had 2 of my kids in this facility. I hated it! I really needed some help because they were "cycling" off of each other and the professionals in this hospital did not help me to find the help I needed with them. I later found out that I should have been directed to pathways by the team here who were working with me. They did not even mention this to me as an option. My kids were diagnosed as being skitzoeffective and bipolar - they were hospitalized numerous times in a years period and this facility had my oldest one at least 3 times in that year and still did not give us the help we needed. The final option that they gave to me with her was to send her to a teens homeless shelter!

Thursday, December 24, 2015

THEY FRIED HER BRAIN-- GUEST POST ON BAD ECT AT CENTENNIAL PEAKS

THIS IS AN IMPORTANT GUEST POST

TO PROTECT HER, HER NAME IS BEING WITHHELD

I SALUTE HER COURAGE IN TELLING HER STORY HERE

CENTENNIAL PEAKS MUST BE SHUT DOWN -- NOW!


I was committed to CPH the first time a few years back to start a course of ECT because I simply could not get any recovery from severe depression after managing for 40 years to avoid the twin indignities of being locked up in a mental hospital and having my brain fried. They lied about the process and the aftereffects. The first time I had it, I peed my pants and was forced to pull off my wet clothing and stand half naked in a room full of waiting staff and patients of both sexes to put on scrubs.  The only nod toward my privacy and common decency was to allow me to turn my back so they got only a great view of my bare ass instead of my crotch.  I was too dazed and confused to object, so they blatantly took advantage of that instead of troubling themselves to walk me to the bathroom 6 feet away with a FEMALE staff member. I am an over-60 year old woman!

I got committed there again more recently when I was also diagnosed with dementia in addition to BPDll. I lost my job because I could not perform the sophisticated work anymore, lost 45% of my IQ points, can no longer express myself well, can’t perform any hobby activities, can’t read well, can’t write without multiple rewrites (I have always been able to write each piece ONCE, perfectly) and face a future of sitting in a pile of shit, drooling down my face.  I accidently let it slip to a counselor in Boulder that I preferred to die and they sent me to this hell hole to punish me for admitting that.
They locked me up on a ward full of addicts because they obviously lied and claimed to have a mental health unit bed available.  I worked in addictions for years and observed very large numbers of people who checked themselves in to avoid prosecution, avoid paying child support, have an excuse to quit working, manipulate spouses, become better addicts, decrease the amount of drugs they need for a while, nor just take all-expense-paid vacation on somebody else’s dime.  It was no different here, given the laughing, gaming and partying that went on all evening long.  Aside from all that, I’m not an addict and shouldn’t have been stuck in there under any circumstances. I RAN much bigger, better, and professional programs for 30 years.

They sat me on a metal and plastic chair in a hallway in a hospital gown, in full view of EVERYONE, including men, freezing, for an hour and a half. No one even bothered to speak with me though I was crying constantly. (One male patient expressed his concern for my humiliation. NO staff member did.) They didn’t even bother to give me a drink of water, a robe or a blanket to cover myself.

Eventually, they proceeded to make me stand up with my butt hanging out (I am a 60+ year old woman!) to weigh and measure me for the entertainment of a ward-full of people, male and female. I objected as well as I could given my state but they didn’t care and refused to stop.  They mocked me for my embarrassment. (“NOBODY CARES WHAT OTHER PEOPLE WEIGH ANYWAY!” Nyah nyah nyah.) Did you ever get to be the fat kid shamed by the school nurse by being weighed and measured in front of the whole school? They thoroughly enjoyed publicly humiliating a geriatric mentally ill demented woman.

They kept me there for almost two days with no treatment and refused to provide any vegetarian food. I placed a call to the patient “advocate” who despite my 11 day stay there, NEVER showed up at all. 
A couple of addiction counselors showed up to interview me, obviously having not troubled themselves to read the record ahead of time or they would have known that I was being warehoused there and was not an addict at all.

When they eventually transferred me to the mental health unit, the staff STILL never bothered to even talk to me about why I was there.  The whole time I was there, ONLY ONE STAFF MEMBER ever even bothered to listen to me (and pointed out to me that she only had 5 minutes “to spare!”) to even hear my circumstances,  and that was only after I laid in bed and sobbed for an entire shift. Neither she nor any other staff member ever asked me again how I was doing other than in casual, passing remarks.

They continued their cruel and unprofessional practice of weighing, measuring and taking vital signs in public with a bunch of patients sitting in a row watching the whole process.  I am mentally ill, therefore I deserve to be shamed, right?

They provide NO therapy at all. (Oops, they did have coloring books!)
You see a random psychiatrist for MAYBE 5-7  minutes a day to answer a couple of yes or no questions of THEIR choosing.  

To trick insurance companies, government agencies and hospital accreditation organizations, they schedule moronic classes during the day, which are also NOT any type of therapy.  The content might be appropriate life-skills training for very stupid 10 year olds.  The whole thrust of these classes is that if you weren’t too stupid and incompetent to run your own life, you wouldn’t have been locked up in here.  So much for the medical model of mental illness. I asked both of the psychiatrists WTF I had to do to get out of that place and they both told me to attend these stupid piece-of-shit, social work 101 classes. I asked THEM if either one had ever bothered to actually attend this crap they are peddling but they refused to answer and got defensive.

Only ONE of the “mental health professionals” (read that “NO real professional qualifications”) ever sat with and talked to any patients at all, and he limited that to the partying, smoking loud-mouthed moochers.

The unit was packed with a bunch of Medicaid frauds who were definitely NOT depressed at all, but were mostly frequent flyers who check their butts into the place for free food and a vacation. (Free to THEM of course since I WORKED my whole life for the privilege of paying for medical insurance, taxes and then paying thousands of dollars in copays to subsidize their free vacations.  

The majority of them of them laughed, played games and partied loudly all evening, every evening and showed absolutely NO signs of depression.  I believe there were a total of 4 people over an 11 day period who were not malingering. Even the staff at that place could not possibly be stupid enough to be unaware of that. But as long as they get to keep sucking money out of the pockets of working people, they’ll keep these frauds as long as they can.  Did any member of the staff EVER quiet down their screeching, squealing and laughter?  OF COURSE NOT!  Those of us who were actually suffering were totally disregarded and trampled. Interestingly, these oh-so-poor public assistance guests that I ended up paying for were with two exceptions well able to afford to burn up my tax money in cigarettes at $6.00/pack and got the privilege of stinking up the only outdoor area with smoke, making breathing non-carcinogenic air too damn much for the rest of us to expect.

The place itself is crappy and tacky with dirty plastic and metal chairs that lack even basic comfort for people who aren’t allowed to do anything except sit in them all day. Those nasty germy things were NEVER sanitized. There is not one comfortable, decent-quality piece of furniture in the place except under the MDs’ butts. The beds are not much better than jail cots.
In 11 days, my room was NEVER swept or mopped and the bathroom was never cleaned-NOT ONCE-despite the fact that I was forced to share it.  At almost $2000/day, they could cut loose and buy some Pine Sol. Interestingly though, when I approached the desk to ask the ”nurse” (I’d be surprised if she were a real one) a question, I was snapped at, ordered to step away from the desk and reprimanded for touching the desk and spreading germs.  Other patients were treated the same way.  Guess they can’t extract big enough copays for antibacterial wipes.

There were three vegetarian/vegan persons on the unit but the hole refused to provide appropriate meals.  When I asked what the vegetarian protein source was for one meal, the employee poked his fork at a piece of broccoli with a sprinkle of cheese on it.

The three of us ate virtually nothing because we could not be sure whether ANYTHING was animal-flesh free and because the rest of the food looked like previous patients had already eaten it.  NOBODY cared.  I personally mentioned this to 2 different psychiatrists on 3 separate occasions, to nurses and “mental health counselors,” and left messages for the patient “advocate”[sic] but the imaginary advocate never contacted me and none of them did anything about it.  The other two persons also complained and were ignored as well. This was particularly problematic because if you are scheduled for ECT, they are supposed to send a snack late in the evening since you cannot eat in the morning before the procedure regardless of how late they take you, and they don’t give a rat’s ass how ill they make you waiting.  What did they send?  Animal carcass sandwiches.  Once they sent a "vegetarian meal" – a half of a dry curled up raw pepper. The three of us asked for a less-disgusting alternative but were told that they "couldn’t find any other food!"  And ONCE AGAIN, no patient advocate ever showed up at all, and NONE of the staff would do a damn thing to fix this.

This scummy place also forces ADULTS to LINE UP in the hall like little children to march to and from dinner. They liked to make everyone line up early and then just stand there and wait until someone got good and ready to escort us. Lots of respect for our dignity, right? They have excellent passive-aggressive skills.

All night long, every night, the staff members stomped on and off the unit slamming the double fire doors behind themselves.  Complained to the psychiatrists but again, too damn bad. 

The unit was kept so cold that patients had to sit around wrapped in blankets all the time.  Did any staff member give a rat’s ass about this absurd situation?  No, of course not. People were sleeping under multiple (3-5) blankets, but that place is way too cheap to provide adequate central heating apparently! 

I approached the desk once to ask the ”nurse” (I’d be surprised if she were a real one) a question and was snapped at and reprimanded for touching the desk and told to step back because I was spreading germs.  Other patients were treated the same way.  Guess they can’t extract copays for antibacterial wipes.

I was eventually was forced to acquiesce to ECT a second time to get out of there.  They make a point of SAYING they are not there to pressure anyone into it, but they just won’t let you leave, and since they don’t provide any other treatment, you have no choice. (Read that:  $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$) Once you’ve submitted, you can’t stop because your will is fried right out of your brain. 
When I said I would leave AMA, they threatened to tell the insurance company so they would refuse to pay for the WHOLE stay and said they would go after me for it. I was tricked into signing financial commitment papers when I was not competent to do so.

I woke up with a terrible, terrible headache after the first brain-fry, crying and holding my head in pain.  They still made me get off of the bed before I was ready and sit in a hard metal and plastic chair where I couldn’t even sit upright, hunched over, neck twisted and trying to avoid breathing because it hurt too much. They kept checking in every few minutes to see if I was ready to leave. I wasn’t, but they kept at it because the next person on the assembly line needed to get out of bed and sit up so the NEXT cog could lie down so I just submitted. I don’t blame the staff on that particular service for this.  They are being forced to provide substandard care to shove as many money-paying victims through as fast as they can.

The aftereffects of the ECT left me as dumb as a box of rocks for well over 6 months though they promised me that the memory problems were short-lived and were around for only the time of the frying.  That is bullshit. The smoke never really cleared. The decrement is broader, deeper and has permanent effects. Do they really not KNOW this, or are they just lying to trick sick people out of their money? Or maybe they just prefer to believe other self-serving doctors instead of their patients.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Wrong Meds Part Seven -- Other Patients

You'd be surprised. People who have been recently psychotic like being aware of what medications they are taking and why as much as those of you who don't have freaky mystical experiences to share with your friends.


This incident broke my heart.

One of the patients was sobbing. They had given her  Cogentin (Benzatropine) without the antipsychotic Haldol (Haloperidol) it usually accompanied as a side-effect reducer. No one thought to tell her why. She didn't even know what each of the medications were doing. She was very frightened and disempowered.

I and another patient answered her questions best we could and we agreed it was strange.

Was the absence of Haldol another mistake? Maybe. But could they have at least let her know what was going on. Didn't that Hippocrates person say something about involving the patient in their own care? What gives these facilities the arrogance to think that they know better than us about what we need and need to know?

At the risk of sounding like a broken record, Centennial Peaks Acute Impatient Unit must go!

Wrong Meds Part Four

Did you know that fish oil was so effective in helping bipolar patients that the original study by Andrew Stoll at McLean hospital was stopped short because it was just unethical to deprive the control group of fish oil? Sure there have been further studies saying this and that but my life changed when I started taking fish oil in 1999. 

But there are so important coniderations with fish oil. The first is sourcing. The cheap stuff you can buy could be tainted with all kinds of heavy metals. That is why (and I have no connection to the company) I always go with Nordic Naturals which is third party tested and comes from fish low on the food chain. The other is dosage. One pill is not going to do much for ya. In the original study the patients took 10 grams. I myself take 8 grams  after some 14 years of trial and error. I would say that I need at least 6 grams to sense a meaningful difference.

What did Centennial Peaks do?

They offered me just one gram. I could also tell that the brand they gave me was not Nordic Naturals.
I'm guessing it was probably some cheap stuff not sourced well, but I do not know. So perhaps it was better after all that they did not give me the correct dosage.

Tell me oh tell me do you think the doctors at Centennial have read the Stoll study? Do they appreciate the significance of fish oil fully? Do they care?

Wrong Meds Part Three

Blood pressure is an interesting thing. When it gets really high (and Seroquel can cause this), the temporary use of Western medicine can be helpful especially if like me you may have compromised kidneys. But not all blood pressure meds are alike. You don't just throw one of them at someone without research. Here's the story of me and the wrong blood pressure med at Centennial.

It was like this. They told me that they wanted me to take Coreg. No explanation as to why they chose this particular medication. I told them that my kidney doctor and my psychiatrist had determined that the best high pressure med for me was Verapimil. But of course why listen to a patient? So I figured that I should at least research this Coreg. I asked the nurse present to please get a PDR (Physician Drug Reference -- it's like the bible for medications that is used by doctors). She got me the equivalent. Sure enough I read about it and found two reasons that made it a nonoptimal choice for me: 1) it was not good for my blood sugar, already compromised by Seroquel and 2) it was not indicated for someone with kidney issues like myself.

From this short story we learn that there is no scrupulous intelligent thought process governing meds at Centennial Peaks. 

Wrong Meds Part One


Perhaps the greatest negligence at Centennial Peaks involved medication. They did not give me the meds I needed, tried to give me meds that were harmful for me and did not ask me the basic questions that would have led to proper meds. This aspect of my exposé alone is a reason to shut down this incompetent and harmful Psych Ward.


Over the course of twenty years and in consultation with both numerous psychiatrists (including the outstanding Dr. David Rosenthal), holistic practioners and the most excellent volume by Eva Edelman, Natural Healing for Bipolar Disorder, I and my team have a pretty good idea of what meds work for me and which do not.

Here is a list of what I typically take at home.

Western Meds
Seroquel 150-300 mg
Lithium Orotate up to 35 mg

Vitamins
C, D3, B-6, B-3, folate, B-Complex, E

Minerals
Zinc, Magnesium, Manganese

Neurotransmitters and Precursors
Glycine, Taurine, 5HTP, L-Tryptophan, occassional BCAA, GABA

Other
Co-Q-10, NAC, L-Carnitine, assorted herbs and herbal preparation (Tibetan ayurveda), probiotics
Nordic Naturals Fish oil Ultimate Omega 8 grams
Wood Betony, Valerian, Passionflower, Hops

When High Blood Pressure requires treatment

Verapimil — this drug has been vetted by both my psychiatrist and my kidney doctor Dr. Jerald Boseman as being safe for my kidneys and brain, the former which has a moderate level of damage.



Now in going to a psych ward, I did not expect to be able to take all of the supplements I take usually.  But I had no idea at the level of ignorance, incompetence and dare I say malpractice I would experience at the hands of this Bad Psych Ward as I will detail next.

Some Chickens in Boulder Have it Better -- Lack of Fresh Air for Non-Smokers


At Centennial Peaks it is hard for non-smokers to get fresh air!

I do not think it is necessary to demonstrate the importance of fresh air and natural sunlight for anyone’s health and particularly for patients with psychiatric challenges. European sanitariums and even the famous MacLean hospital in Massachusetts use nature as healing. However, just as with prison inmates, patients do not have full privileges initially.[1]

Until the patient has seen a doctor, they are not allowed outside to the courtyard with the basketball court. And even so this access is highly limited (once a day it seemed) in comparison with the the number of times in which smokers are permitted outside during the numerous smoke breaks (at least four times, perhaps even more).[2] As a non-smoker with sensitive lungs, if I had not seen a doctor or had missed gym time, I had no other recourse to obtain fresh air except when it is clouded with smoke. As I explained this to a staff member with long smooth dark hair she sharply told me, “You do have a choice.” A choice between no fresh air and polluted air? I also begged staff to permit me a scant two minutes of fresh air before the smokers came in and this was summarily denied.





[1] On the sociology of the psychiatric ward, Erving Goffman,. Asylums: Essays on the social situation of mental patients and other inmates. Aldine Transaction, 1968.)
[2] The frequency of these smoke breaks, far greater than I have witnessed in other impatient units, combined with the unit actually supplying cigarettes is rather curious. It remains shocking that the unit is happy to supply a deadly drug yet as will be seen shortly, will deny me my lithium.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Would you?

Would you want a heart surgeon to operate on you or a loved one who did not know all the latest research? Would you want a brain surgeion to operate on you or a loved who also was not up to date?Would you want an obstetrician or midwife who was stuck in the 19th century to help you or a loved one have a baby?

The knowledge of the doctors I met at Centennial Peaks was vastly inferior to my own, a patient. They didn't even know what lithium orotate was or that Eva Edelman who is at the forefront of
Bipolar Natural Healing considers it superior to lithium carbonate. They didn't even know anything about 5-HTP which supports Serotonin production and is one of the biggest bipolar godsends, depending on your specific profile. They didn't know that gluten free and sometimes dairy free nutrition can literally prevent or reduce mania. And they didn't know that the use of ECT, even today is far from harmless.

If you don't think a mental health patient should be subjected to ignorant doctors, come and join my campaign to shutdown Centennial Peaks Acute Impatient Unit in Louisville, Colorado. And then we can target and educate all the other Bad Psych Wards.

People who are having a tough mental time deserve the very best treatment!

Hippocratic Oath -- Not followed by Centenniel Peaks


The Hippocratic Oath is a sacred doctrine. It says that the patient is part of the healing process -- not merely someone the doctor or ward does things to.  Centennial Peaks as I will describe in full imposed its treatment upon patients without their input. This must stop. It must stop in Centennial Peaks and it must stop everywhere. Without the participation of the patient, healing cannot occur.

 First I would like to quote  from Hippocrates from his work Epidemics.

The physician must be able to tell the antecedents, know the present, and foretell the future - must mediate these things, and have two special objects in view with regard to disease, namely, to do good or to do no harm. The art consists in three things - the disease, the patient, and the physician. The physician is the servant of the art, and the patient must combat the disease along with the physician.

I will now quote from the Modern Version devised in 1964 by the curiously named Louis Lasagna and used in many medical schools.

I swear to fulfill, to the best of my ability and judgment, this covenant:

•I will respect the hard-won scientific gains of those physicians in whose steps I walk, and gladly share such knowledge as is mine with those who are to follow.

    I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all measures which are required, avoiding those twin traps of overtreatment and therapeutic nihilism.

     I will remember that there is art to medicine as well as science, and that warmth, sympathy, and understanding may outweigh the surgeon's knife or the chemist's drug.

    I will not be ashamed to say "I know not," nor will I fail to call in my colleagues when the skills of another are needed for a patient's recovery.

    I will respect the privacy of my patients, for their problems are not disclosed to me that the world may know. Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and death. If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty.

     Above all, I must not play at God.


     I will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being, whose illness may affect the person's family and economic stability. My responsibility includes these related problems, if I am to care adequately for the sick. I will prevent disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure. I will remember that I remain a member of society, with special obligations to all my fellow human beings, those sound of mind and body as well as the infirm. If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art, respected while I live and remembered with affection thereafter. May I always act so as to preserve the finest traditions of my calling and may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.