On October 10 of 2009 I had a sister, Stacy, pass away under suspicious circumstances, it was deemed as heart failure. I was staying at a shelter in San Jose California waiting on housing. I had left my housing in the city of San Francisco from what is commonly known as a “conspiracy theory” and my therapist’s director, Michael Arrajj, of Urban Housing & Health, told me that it is indeed a government conspiracy and they are forced into their behavior by the government.
I had not seen my sister in almost 12 years, she had not been doing well after she lost her husband to liver failure in Florida. When she passed I told my family that I would not be attending the funeral because I did not want to see my sister in a coffin, I have fond memories of her in my heart.
Three weeks after my sister death, my father was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease and over the last two years has become somewhat of a burden to my mother, his wife of 57 years, and other members of the family.
My mother needed to have surgery on her foot. The bones in both of her feet had worn the cushion of tissue on the bottom of her feet and the bones were literally on the skin. After having surgery on her feet she was having problems with the wounds healing from poor circulation, which has been compounded by smoking.
The infection had gotten so bad that my mother had to be put in an Intensive Care Unit, and the doctor stated that on her admittance to the hospital that she might not make it through the evening. Along with the infection, she had also not been eating well because of stress, and she was suffering from malnutrition. After two months in the hospital she was released to come back home.
The fact that my family doesn’t act like much of a “family” is the main cause of most of this. They have an immense co-dependency on each other but the love, care and compassion that is essential in a “family” just isn’t there. My mother has ALL of the love, care and compassion that a family needs and the proof of that is my parents have been married for 57 years andhave had four children and we have our faults, but have been productive members of society.
The circulatory problem was from a clogged artery in her leg and after about a year of difficulties with the healing the doctors went in to try to unclog the artery. The doctors informed us, the family, that the operation was most sensitive. Unlike veins, which carry blood back to the heart, an artery is what carries blood from the heart and are much larger and have a higher pressure than a vein. The operation went quite well and my mother, after a week in the hospital had come home. Her instructions from her doctor were to stay off her feet until her wound healed and then she could resume her normal activity.
For the two years during these medical issues I had traveled back and forth from the Bay Area to Michigan to care for my mom and dad.
Since my parents are up in age, dad is 82 and my mother is 76, and in somewhat ailing health, and I’m unsure of their longevity. And the fact that I haven’t spent the time I should have, mourning and spending time with my deceased sister and the things that we enjoyed throughout our lives…my parents have lived in the same house they currently live in since 1964, and it contains all the things us children enjoyed growing up, I decided to go up and nurse my mother back to health, help my father get through the winter months and enjoy what may be one of the last holidays I may have with my family.
After an extremely enjoyable time with my mother, and a somewhat troubling time with my father, brother and sister I was rather apprehensive to see the holidays pass and to get back to the Bay Area and pursue my housing, which has been most difficult, and get on with the prospects of employment and contact an attorney about suing my therapist, his employer, Urban Housing & Health, and the city of San Francisco.
I might add here that I had quit drinking about 6 years ago, but being around my family and the stress that comes from my intervention with them caused a drinking problem in the past and I told my mother that I was about ready to go to the bar and “tie one on” because of the behavior of the family. She begged me not to start drinking again and I promised her I would not.
The problem occurred on December 10th, I was at my parents home and my mother had been home from the hospital for about two weeks and her and my father had been having an argument. As I sat upstairs maintaining these web pages I was a little irritated that I had come back to spend the holidays with my family…a time of the year that is to be joyous and festive and to be spent with family and friends. After about 20 minutes of arguing I went downstairs to see my fathers walker laying in the living room and my mother had stated that my father threw it in from the dining room. My father had walked over to pick it up as I descended the staircase and I spoke in a soft, but firm voice and told both of my parents that I had heard enough and that the speed of my mother’s recovery was dependant on keeping the level of stress in the home at a minimum and my mother fell silent and I told my father to get into the dining room where he sat and watched television, which he did.
I returned upstairs and immediately I heard another exchange of argumentative comments, which for the moment I dismissed. Just as I sat down at the desk my mother yelled my name and said, “Jackie, Jackie, come downstairs….hurry.”
When I descended the stairs again I found the living room chair tipped over and my father and mother yelling at each other. I came down into the living room, put the chair in an upright position and closed the inside front door and pointed my finger at my father and told him, “Shut your fucking mouth and get your ass out there in that God Damn chair.”
He grabbed my finger with both of his hands and tried to break my finger. I curled my finger up around his and he release his grip. My mother was in absolute shock at my father’s behavior and my father retreated to his chair, but not before he threatened to call the police on me. My mother was in absolute shock and I told both of them that I would be the one calling and at least one of them would go to a “home”, and my ass would be leaving for San Francisco….a forced calm with intense tension come over the room and I retreated to the upstairs.
I brought $630.00 worth or receipts down, they were from supporting the family while my mother was in the hospital, because she controls the money in the house. I told both of them that if they deposited the money in my bank account I would leave as soon as they did, and reiterated that I had my fill of their behavior and would not spend the holidays with anyone, let alone people I loved, that acted like that.
My therapist, Jason Blantz, of Urban Housing & Health, of San Francisco, gave me a medical marijuana card for pain and stress, and medical marijuana is legal in the state of Michigan. The problem is I lived in Niles Michigan and the nearest dispensary for medication is in Kalamazoo Michigan, about 75 miles away.
I have requested that my therapist prescribe valiums when I go back to Michigan but he refuses, and his reasoning behind this is because he states that he can’t practice medicine in Michigan and I have told him all he has to do is call it in to a local, San Francisco Walgreens, and tell them the patient will pick it up in Michigan because he is on vacation. He has prescribed valiums for me in the past and I voluntarily gave up the medication because I no longer needed them and they are highly addictive. His refusal is because he is an extremely unethical and unprofessional psychiatrist and his clinic, Urban Housing & Health is involved in a GOVERNMENT CONSPIRACY, and I have uncovered him and his clinics behavior and involvment in it.
On December 12th after getting breakfast finished and the kitchen cleaned up and what I needed to do done, I told the family I was leaving for some personal quiet time….at the Colonial Bar.
My sister was in the kitchen and ask where I was going and I told her, “out”. She knew where I was going and I left by myself and stopped by the store to get cigarettes before I walked the short way to the tavern. As I exited the store she met me at the door as she was coming in and asked if she could come with me. She was on probation and was not to be drinking and I knew it but she is 47 years old and I was in no mood to argue with anyone.
When we got to the bar we had drinks and I played some billiards and ran into about a dozen old friends that I had not seen in decades and had a very good time.
When we got home my father got very irritated that I had the nerve to come back to his house after drinking and that it was my fault that “his” daughter was drunk. I was in no mood to explain anything to him and was going upstairs to listen to music. He continued arguing with me until it had escalated to a violent argument involving the entire family. My father called the police, which I was fine with. My sister who was not to be drinking left the premises because if the police found her to be drinking she would be in violation of her probation and arrested. I had done nothing wrong but the police usually don’t leave without someone in handcuffs and after speaking to my father they came upstairs and arrested me for domestic violence. Come to find out later my father had lied to the police to keep my sister out of jail and didn’t think they would arrest me. My mother was in shock when they came down the stairs with me in handcuffs and was sobbing, begging the police not to arrest her son…my father said nothing.
I was in jail for 9 days because I had a “no contact order” against me and couldn’t not go back to the home of my parents because my father was living there. I couldn’t bond out at that time either because I was to be on tether and I had nowhere to stay with a ‘land-based” phone line for the tether. I had to get an attorney to get the conditions eliminated to get released.
ON DECEMBER 17th, WHILE I WAS IN JAIL, MY MOTHER DIED.
From the stress of the family and the lack of my presence and my attention and care I paid to make sure my mother was well, she had some spotting of blood at her wound sight and should have went to the hospital, but my mother didn’t want to go to the hospital and my father is a fucking idiot and has control issues, so he didn’t want her to go. As the spotting got worse no one noticed and as my father sat 12 foot away from my mother in the dining room, my mother sat in the living room in her chair and bleed to death.
THE BERRIEN COUNTY SHERRIFF’S DEPARTMENT TURNED THE PHONE OFF IN MY CELL SO I COULD NOT CALL MY FAMILY AS THEY DID NOT WANT ME TO FIND OUT UNTIL AFTER I GOT BONDED OUT.
I had not seen my sister in almost 12 years, she had not been doing well after she lost her husband to liver failure in Florida. When she passed I told my family that I would not be attending the funeral because I did not want to see my sister in a coffin, I have fond memories of her in my heart.
Three weeks after my sister death, my father was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease and over the last two years has become somewhat of a burden to my mother, his wife of 57 years, and other members of the family.
My mother needed to have surgery on her foot. The bones in both of her feet had worn the cushion of tissue on the bottom of her feet and the bones were literally on the skin. After having surgery on her feet she was having problems with the wounds healing from poor circulation, which has been compounded by smoking.
The infection had gotten so bad that my mother had to be put in an Intensive Care Unit, and the doctor stated that on her admittance to the hospital that she might not make it through the evening. Along with the infection, she had also not been eating well because of stress, and she was suffering from malnutrition. After two months in the hospital she was released to come back home.
The fact that my family doesn’t act like much of a “family” is the main cause of most of this. They have an immense co-dependency on each other but the love, care and compassion that is essential in a “family” just isn’t there. My mother has ALL of the love, care and compassion that a family needs and the proof of that is my parents have been married for 57 years and
The circulatory problem was from a clogged artery in her leg and after about a year of difficulties with the healing the doctors went in to try to unclog the artery. The doctors informed us, the family, that the operation was most sensitive. Unlike veins, which carry blood back to the heart, an artery is what carries blood from the heart and are much larger and have a higher pressure than a vein. The operation went quite well and my mother, after a week in the hospital had come home. Her instructions from her doctor were to stay off her feet until her wound healed and then she could resume her normal activity.
For the two years during these medical issues I had traveled back and forth from the Bay Area to Michigan to care for my mom and dad.
Since my parents are up in age, dad is 82 and my mother is 76, and in somewhat ailing health, and I’m unsure of their longevity. And the fact that I haven’t spent the time I should have, mourning and spending time with my deceased sister and the things that we enjoyed throughout our lives…my parents have lived in the same house they currently live in since 1964, and it contains all the things us children enjoyed growing up, I decided to go up and nurse my mother back to health, help my father get through the winter months and enjoy what may be one of the last holidays I may have with my family.
After an extremely enjoyable time with my mother, and a somewhat troubling time with my father, brother and sister I was rather apprehensive to see the holidays pass and to get back to the Bay Area and pursue my housing, which has been most difficult, and get on with the prospects of employment and contact an attorney about suing my therapist, his employer, Urban Housing & Health, and the city of San Francisco.
I might add here that I had quit drinking about 6 years ago, but being around my family and the stress that comes from my intervention with them caused a drinking problem in the past and I told my mother that I was about ready to go to the bar and “tie one on” because of the behavior of the family. She begged me not to start drinking again and I promised her I would not.
The problem occurred on December 10th, I was at my parents home and my mother had been home from the hospital for about two weeks and her and my father had been having an argument. As I sat upstairs maintaining these web pages I was a little irritated that I had come back to spend the holidays with my family…a time of the year that is to be joyous and festive and to be spent with family and friends. After about 20 minutes of arguing I went downstairs to see my fathers walker laying in the living room and my mother had stated that my father threw it in from the dining room. My father had walked over to pick it up as I descended the staircase and I spoke in a soft, but firm voice and told both of my parents that I had heard enough and that the speed of my mother’s recovery was dependant on keeping the level of stress in the home at a minimum and my mother fell silent and I told my father to get into the dining room where he sat and watched television, which he did.
I returned upstairs and immediately I heard another exchange of argumentative comments, which for the moment I dismissed. Just as I sat down at the desk my mother yelled my name and said, “Jackie, Jackie, come downstairs….hurry.”
When I descended the stairs again I found the living room chair tipped over and my father and mother yelling at each other. I came down into the living room, put the chair in an upright position and closed the inside front door and pointed my finger at my father and told him, “Shut your fucking mouth and get your ass out there in that God Damn chair.”
He grabbed my finger with both of his hands and tried to break my finger. I curled my finger up around his and he release his grip. My mother was in absolute shock at my father’s behavior and my father retreated to his chair, but not before he threatened to call the police on me. My mother was in absolute shock and I told both of them that I would be the one calling and at least one of them would go to a “home”, and my ass would be leaving for San Francisco….a forced calm with intense tension come over the room and I retreated to the upstairs.
I brought $630.00 worth or receipts down, they were from supporting the family while my mother was in the hospital, because she controls the money in the house. I told both of them that if they deposited the money in my bank account I would leave as soon as they did, and reiterated that I had my fill of their behavior and would not spend the holidays with anyone, let alone people I loved, that acted like that.
My therapist, Jason Blantz, of Urban Housing & Health, of San Francisco, gave me a medical marijuana card for pain and stress, and medical marijuana is legal in the state of Michigan. The problem is I lived in Niles Michigan and the nearest dispensary for medication is in Kalamazoo Michigan, about 75 miles away.
I have requested that my therapist prescribe valiums when I go back to Michigan but he refuses, and his reasoning behind this is because he states that he can’t practice medicine in Michigan and I have told him all he has to do is call it in to a local, San Francisco Walgreens, and tell them the patient will pick it up in Michigan because he is on vacation. He has prescribed valiums for me in the past and I voluntarily gave up the medication because I no longer needed them and they are highly addictive. His refusal is because he is an extremely unethical and unprofessional psychiatrist and his clinic, Urban Housing & Health is involved in a GOVERNMENT CONSPIRACY, and I have uncovered him and his clinics behavior and involvment in it.
On December 12th after getting breakfast finished and the kitchen cleaned up and what I needed to do done, I told the family I was leaving for some personal quiet time….at the Colonial Bar.
My sister was in the kitchen and ask where I was going and I told her, “out”. She knew where I was going and I left by myself and stopped by the store to get cigarettes before I walked the short way to the tavern. As I exited the store she met me at the door as she was coming in and asked if she could come with me. She was on probation and was not to be drinking and I knew it but she is 47 years old and I was in no mood to argue with anyone.
When we got to the bar we had drinks and I played some billiards and ran into about a dozen old friends that I had not seen in decades and had a very good time.
When we got home my father got very irritated that I had the nerve to come back to his house after drinking and that it was my fault that “his” daughter was drunk. I was in no mood to explain anything to him and was going upstairs to listen to music. He continued arguing with me until it had escalated to a violent argument involving the entire family. My father called the police, which I was fine with. My sister who was not to be drinking left the premises because if the police found her to be drinking she would be in violation of her probation and arrested. I had done nothing wrong but the police usually don’t leave without someone in handcuffs and after speaking to my father they came upstairs and arrested me for domestic violence. Come to find out later my father had lied to the police to keep my sister out of jail and didn’t think they would arrest me. My mother was in shock when they came down the stairs with me in handcuffs and was sobbing, begging the police not to arrest her son…my father said nothing.
I was in jail for 9 days because I had a “no contact order” against me and couldn’t not go back to the home of my parents because my father was living there. I couldn’t bond out at that time either because I was to be on tether and I had nowhere to stay with a ‘land-based” phone line for the tether. I had to get an attorney to get the conditions eliminated to get released.
ON DECEMBER 17th, WHILE I WAS IN JAIL, MY MOTHER DIED.
From the stress of the family and the lack of my presence and my attention and care I paid to make sure my mother was well, she had some spotting of blood at her wound sight and should have went to the hospital, but my mother didn’t want to go to the hospital and my father is a fucking idiot and has control issues, so he didn’t want her to go. As the spotting got worse no one noticed and as my father sat 12 foot away from my mother in the dining room, my mother sat in the living room in her chair and bleed to death.
THE BERRIEN COUNTY SHERRIFF’S DEPARTMENT TURNED THE PHONE OFF IN MY CELL SO I COULD NOT CALL MY FAMILY AS THEY DID NOT WANT ME TO FIND OUT UNTIL AFTER I GOT BONDED OUT.
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