This record is only a summary to give an account of my experience with the Mental Health Institution. From 1985 to 1995—10 yeas lapse. Electric shock treatments took place in that 1995. Five treatments. My mind at the point of annihilation. My oldest daughter to the rescue. She fired the Psychiatrist! Immediate transfer to a another institution to rehabilitate yours truly.
The year was 1995. Two or three weeks in rehab from electric shocks. Back home alone with my computer. A bunch of pills in the palm of my hand. My cry went on high, “Father, why You do not heal me?” His answer came clear, “My grace is sufficient unto you.” “If Your grace is sufficient unto me why do I have to take all of these pills?” Silence.
Then, a second voice came to my ears. “If it wasn’t for my grace you wouldn’t have those pills to take.”
Ah! I said to myself, these pills are expensive but, they cost me nothing and, I bit the hook as I down the mess of pills with a “Thanks my Father!”
Thursday, October 20, 2016 at 6:37 am
Twelve long years went by this time. The year was 2007. May of 2007 to be exact. I dropped to the floor unconscious. My neighbor happened by. Next thing the eerie sound of the ambulance brings me back to consciousness. The paramedics have a time calming me down. We arrived at the Emergency room. They down the stretcher and delivered me to the Emergency workers.
The emergency doctors quickly administer the solution needed to restore yours truly. They admit yours truly to stay in hospital. The weekend doctor makes his presence. He checks my chart. He questions me, “Who put you in the no salt diet?” “Your partner,” I answered. Silence. “Your sodium was fatally low but, is OK now.” He said and left me to my own wondering.