College des medecins covering up for dishonest doctors

Here I reproduce the text of my complaint against dishonest Quebec doctor Gobeil.
 

Ste-Anne-des-Plaines, June 26, 2002

The Syndic
 College des medecins
 du Quebec                                                          By FAX: (514)-933-3112
 2170 boul. Rene-LeveBque W                              -----------------------
 Montreal, Quebec H3H 2T8

Sir/Madam:

This is a complaint against cardiologist Gobeil, who works at Notre Dame Hospital. I saw him on June 13, 2002.  He refused to view with me the CD of my angiography and angioplasty performed on January 7, 2002 in Victoria BC.

He gave me an ultimatum: "his way or highway". I had no choice but to accept "his way", which meant that he would view the CD himself. When he returned to the office about 15 minutes after his exit, he refused to discuss with me some pictures from that CD which I had with me. I also told him that it has been almost 6 months after the angioplasty, that I was not feeling well, which might be an indication of a restenosis.  He refused to discuss this with me as well, and exited the office indicating that my visit ended.

Medical Code of Deontology makes it obligatory on medical doctors to discuss the health issues with the patients and to answer their legitimate questions.  Cardiologist Gobeil breached this Code obligation.

I suggest the following resolution: College des medecins should find for me specialist in angioplasty to view with me the CD and to answer my legitimate questions. This cardiologist should also undertake corrective measures in the case of restenosis.

Thank you in advance.

End of quote
 

This is the response which I received from College des medecins (my translation)

July 4, 2002

Ref: doctor Fracois Gobeil (97-236), N/D: 22338

Sir:

Direction of Inquiries of College des medecins confirms reception of your letter by FAX related to the doctor mentioned in the title.

First, the fact that a doctor refuses to see with you the film of angiography does not constitute breach of the Code of Deontology.

Second, we have no jurisdiction to refer patients to medical specialists.
We can offer no help in resolving your complaint.
With best regards, signed Mario Deschenes, MD, Deputy Syndic.
End of quote.

Pay attention, Deputy Syndic is deliberately deceiving me telling me that Gobeil was not obliged to see the film with me. Sec. 4.01 says exactly what I claim, namely that doctors are obliged to provide to patients complete information about the file.

Code of Deontology also says that a mutually acceptable compromise can be suggested, and this is what I did.  If they do not want it, they just have to order Gobeil to start doing his job - not this College des medecins.

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Medical Care in jail, part 2

Night from July 14 to July 15, 2002. I am awaken several times with fast heartbeat and chest pain. Take a puff of nitroglycerin and try to relax. After some time, the pain subsides and I fall asleep until I am awaken again, and the whole procedure repeats. At 7.03 a.m., the pain gets too strong and I press the alarm button in my cell. A guard is about 20m. From me, but it takes him 7 minutes to finally appear. I repeat to him in both official languages that I have chest pain and that I want him to call a nurse. He pretends not to understand, but on the forth time, he finally stops pretending and finally nods his head. Twenty more minutes passed, nobody comes. Then a guard appears and tells me that a nurse is waiting for me at the Infirmary. I explain to him that I have chest pain and can not walk. Guard disappears, the nurse never came.

The nurse knows very well that chest pain may be an indication of a heart attack, and in this case, patients are not allowed to walk, even if they can. Murderous nurse Miller tries to force me to walk, hoping I would die in the process.

At about 9 a.m., I feel less pain, so I start walking very slowly to Infirmary. On arrival, I am met by 2 nurses, who tell me that jail doctor Coche will come at 2 p.m. and that there is no need for them to examine me now. I insist that I feel bad and they have to send me to the hospital immediately. They agree to take my vital signs. One might ask, why is there need for 2 nurses, while one nurse could do the job properly? The answer is simple: every nurse is deliberately falsifying the data and when I point out this, the second nurse swears that the data introduced by first nurse was correct. My blood pressure at that time was 160/110, the nurse declared 140/80, and I do not know what was actually written in my file.

Nurse Deschenes tries to take for stupid. He puts on my finger a tester, which shows the pulse and oxygen blood saturation. It shows 98% blood saturation and 119 pulse. Deschenes points on 98 and tells me that was my pulse. Then I asked him, how oxygen saturation could be 119%. He never actually admitted that he tried to trick me. I asked both nurses to call jail doctor Coche, to inform him about my present state and ask for an order to be transferred to the hospital. Both nurses refused. Out I go.

At 1 p.m., July 15, 2002, they call me to see Canadian Mengele – jail doctor Coche. He finally admits that evidence is so overwhelming, he is ready to send me to the hospital. One catch thought – he refuses to call for an ambulance, something which was done before. I asked him to take my vital signs. Blood pressure was 180/120 – extremely high. Coche pretended not to hear the lower number. He had a stethoscope. I heard the result without stethoscope, and he could not – can you believe it?

Coche understood that I hear pulse on my left arm better than on my right, so he moved testing to my right arm: no change, I still hear it, and Coche still pretends not to be able to hear the lower number (to those not familiar with blood pressure – lower number is more important than the higher; and this is why Coche was so desperate to falsify lower number). Finally, Coche declared the lower number as 98, though he could have put in my file even a smaller number. The man is “cooking books”, like every criminal does.

I gave to Coche the following reasons to call an ambulance:

1. Extremely high blood pressure and high irregular pulse.
2. Chest pain, which might indicate a heart attack, and in this situation a patient is not allowed to walk at all.
3. Jailers are transporting prisoners in metal boxes inside a car, almost without ventilation, so on a hot day, this metal box is like a frying pan. I explained this to Coche, telling him that I might die of a heart stroke during transport, Coche did not give a damn: his purpose was to have me dead prior to arrival at the hospital.
4. I offered Coche to pay for the Ambulance myself – Coche refused again, though it was my right to do so.

Coche also refused to give me a wheelchair, so I had to walk at least 200m to the jail car. I was smart to take with me a container of cold water and sprincle it on myself during the trip.

When I finally arrived at the Emergency, I was placed on a stretcher, connected to a heart monitor and told not to move at all, even for urination – use portable urinals.

So much for the monstrous Canadian Mengele – jail doctor Coche.
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Real Emergency Room

Even if you are a completely healthy person, just the fact of being placed as a patient in ER makes you feel sick. And if you are really ill, bringing to ER does not make you feel better at all. Upon my arrival, I looked like a combination of wires, pipes, needles, etc. Numerous liquids were being pumped in me, making me feel sicker and sicker. There is one great way to start feeling better: order all these pipes and wires out (yes, you have the right to do so), and you immediately would start feeling better.

In addition to being gravely ill, in ER, you are also subjected to the torture of sleep deprivation. In ER, there is no difference between day and night. Everyone is running around, shouting day or night. Nurses know very well, that they are dealing with the most sick of their patients, nevertheless, I have never observed a single nurse trying to whisper or at least to speak softly during the night. If you are a prisoner, in addition to all above, you have 2 guards around you, who enjoy the adventure, opportunity to make good money on your misery, they are laughing and horsing around.

I arrived at ER on July 15, 2002. A cardiologist Mayrand did not bother to see me until next morning. She came and she told me that Quebec doctors did not recommend angioplasty, I went and did it on my own, now I am having consequences of my foolish actions – restenosis, and no Quebec doctor wants to do anything about it. Had I agreed to bypass surgery, everything would have been fine.

Here I had to remind Mayrand, that it was not I, who refused the bypass surgery: I consulted 2 cardiac surgeons and both did not recommend it, while the cardiologists, who did recommend bypass surgery, were not surgeons themselves.

Next, I reminded Mayrand that it was her colleague Ayas, who recommended the angioplasty and he did it because he felt my life to be in danger. -Mayrand still insisted that I had to undergo bypass surgery, she could not though tell bypass surgery of WHICH artery. Finally, she understood the stupidity of her position and hastily exited.  While she was getting out, I told her that as soon as she figured out which artery should be bypassed, I agree in advance.

Several minutes later, she returned back and admitted that it were indeed Quebec surgeons, who did NOT recommend bypass surgery.  Her next idea was to call BC doctor and ask him whether he would be ready to perform a new, and if yes, she would send me there.  Imagine the stupidity: to go from one end of the country to another for an elementary procedure which can be easily done here. By the evening of July 16, 2002, I was finally told that the angiography will be done at the Sacre-Coeur hospital on July 19.

Stupid and pathetic doctors-murderers!

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Medical care in jail, part 3

I describe several scenes which happened to me, but it can happen to anyone

1. I have chest pain. I need to go to Infirmary. A call is made; Infirmary is ready to see me.  Guard in the middle of the way lets me go without a pass, but when I come to Infirmary, guard there does not let me in, because I need a pass (piece of paper). I have chest pain, I can not walk back, guard does not want to listen. Nurse Miller appears at a distance of about 5 meters.  I shout to her at the top of my lungs that I have chest pain.  She pretends not to hear me.

I am sitting there for half an hour, there is no line waiting; there are 5 nurses and they generally have nothing to do, but nobody pays any attention to me. My chest pain makes me lie down on the bench. Soon after that, I was allowed in the Infirmary; the pass still has not arrived, but for some reason, it is no longer important.  The real reason: jailers were hoped that I would die then and there, half an hour passed, I am still alive so jailers decided to try time.  One day, they will succeed for sure.

2. Winter of 2001, I am lying on the table waiting for an ambulance to go to the hospital.  Suddenly, guard notices that I do not wear jail jeans, but rather my own jogging pants.  He demands that I change.  I try to explain that I am sick, in pain, these rules are not applicable. He does not want to hear.  He goes to my cell, takes jail jeans and gives me a choice: either I put these jeans on myself or they would do it by force. In my situation it is better not to move, but to be subject of use of force is much worse (these animals would not hesitate to beat up, to gas, they do not give a damn that a prisoner is gravely ill), so I lift myself up, little by little take my pants off and put the jeans on. Guard looks victorious. (Now you understand why they have a nickname “pigs")