It’s time for updates and I’m briefly going to go over a couple of matters mentioned in July and for the most part have left an overhanging shadow on the last few months in terms of tasks, output, direction and health. And it really is a simple, “What went wrong?” question. I’ll try and be brief.
Basically for years now I have been arguing (in discussion) with my parents, (my Dad’s no longer here) over a huge piece of fungus that comes up in the yard every year. It’s quite incredible and looks like a giant clam or piece of underwater coral. (I’ve included a web photo) I ended up researching it each time its appeared for about 3 or 4 years and finally concluded it was a oyster mushroom or fungus and apparently it’s quite a cultural delicacy. The item was in full bloom and I knew mum was going out that evening so I decided to try some in an omelette. Thing is mum kept maintaining it was poisonous and I just disagreed, there was no evidence to suggest it was in the research, mind you there are a lot of poisons fungi out there. I however decided I was going to put my belief and research to the test, I was that sure I was correct. And let’s just say the omelette was beautiful, the texture of the mushroom is so delicate it felt like eating fairy floss to some extent. I was so happy that I’d tried it and enjoyed it.
Now though is where things go a little astray. After tea I was watching some new music videos on You Tube, I’m one of those people who actively searches for new music and came across something that was said to have been a Eurovision winner and I thought I’d take a look. I turned it on and it just did not come across as legit, some kind of chanting gear and I just thought, that almost sounds Satanic, in fact it was so bad, I turned it off about half way through it. Next thing though, I started feeling ill, I don’t even really recall it but just headed to the kitchen sink because I felt like I was going to throw up and I did have a preliminary effluent. Then some 15 minutes later mum arrived home and I was by now, hovering over a bucket on the floor in the middle of the kitchen. It didn’t take long and I soon brought up about 5cms of clearish fluid, I was really surprised. The last time I vomited would have been over 25 years at least ago, I’m sure it was fairly lumpy. So, I’m hanging over this bucket feeling really ill and it didn’t take long to realise I was going to need a hospital visit despite not really wanting to have one.. (I’ve had some fairly shocking hospital visits in my time).
The fact that I was bringing up bile in the end, which did not seem like it was going to stop was the reason I went to the hospital. (I started vomiting around 9 pm and arrived at the hospital around 1am.)
I get to the hospital sat in the foyer for quite some time, still vomiting and finally went up to the counter and asked if they had something that would settle my stomach, they provided a pill and fairly much straight away it seemed to resolve the vomiting, In the meantime one of the other patients assumed I was some kind of junkie until they were informed, it might be mushrooms. Notice I said, it might have been the mushrooms because I honestly had no idea what had caused it and in fact it really did not seem likely that it was the mushrooms as strange as that sounds..
By morning they were able to take me in as a patient and that’s when things took an unexpected turn as far as I was concerned and I might mention more on that later some time. I repeated everything mentioned above but again it just did not come across as though people were going to believe what they had been informed. And I’m not sure about this but the word “Satanism”, seemed to have some kind of effect on then, not the mushrooms, but I couldn’t say because I have not seen the hospital notes yet which I’m having to request under Freedom Of Information and that is only due to what occurred next.
Basically I provided blood samples but when repeat requests were made ended up not liking the situation too much, mainly due to a nurse that had difficulty withdrawing the blood despite the open attachment in my arm. She got put out by that and next thing a mental health nurse was called in, I’m not sure if that’s procedure, I declined numerous times because as far as I was concerned the matter was resolved in terms of the vomiting, but they kept on insisting. So I ended up answering some questions and as a result of that ended up in a mental health ward for some 3 weeks under some very horrifying conditions. I’m not going to go into all of that because I’m currently on a paperwork trail to determine how an organisation can do that and following continue to place orders on me in terms of attending appointments. You know it wasn’t suicidal, it was an incidence with some native fungus and a You Tube Music video, so I’m not happy with what’s gone down so to speak in the meantime. I am aware that possibly some other matters might affect the whole situation but going from living my life normally every day to now being on medication which doesn’t seem necessary is a bit questionable and unfortunately getting valid answers quickly does not occur in these situations. They’re time consuming and they’re draining matters. I could go on for pages in terms of how the matter is playing out in real time but currently it’s just get through each task one at a time but unfortunately something that occurred in July is still having an impact on what’s going on in September. I’m trying to minimise those impacts while getting back to normal which has taken longer than usual due to a range of strange circumstances in terms of health including colds going around in the general community.
So that’s it, I have plenty of information on how recent mail outs went and additional hold ups, but will leave that for October, it’s actually been quite good news.
Lipcrack.
PS Do I think I’d eat those mushrooms again?, at this stage probably not, that’s despite Flinders Medical Centre apparently agreeing with me that the mushrooms were not toxic. I think we’ve all decided “needs further testing”, but who’s game enough to try is unknown. What was established by myself via reading at the Mental Hospital, is I’m “high risk” – with the meaning of, I take more risks than a lot of other people and as a result end up in unfamiliar situations which is something I’m starting to question across the board in terms of all kinds of matters. You know I do not want to end up in situations where I’m continually getting hurt but at the same time, if I want to go for a bush walk on an unknown track, I still want to go for that bush walk. I’m just facing a harder reality in terms of those potential outcomes. See you all next month.