5/5 jesse m. 3 months ago on Google • 4 reviews New
I
want
to
preface
this
with
most
of
the
staff
I
encountered
were
pretty
nice,
and
I
can
understand
why
they
made
the
call
they
did.
However,
I
believe
that
some
of
the
researchers
and
medical
staff
at
UNMC,
Lasting
Hope
Recovery
Center,
and
Fremont
Mental
Health
are
up
to
no
good.
I
wouldn't
leave
this
girl
alone
that
I
liked,
which
intern
instigated
a
lot
of
the
things
to
follow.
I
had
my
water
contaminated
at
work
and
other
locations,
which
I
think
might
have
been
from
their
old
toxicology
director,
Alan
Kolok,
who
was
obsessed
with
water
quality
and
poison.
Also,
he
taught
at
UNO,
which
is
where
the
connection
to
him
and
the
girl
I
wouldn't
leave
alone
is.
I
don't
really
know
who
was
doing
this,
but
I
don't
believe
this
was
from
environmental
causes,
considering
it
occurred
at
work
twice,
in
psychiatric
hospitals,
and
in
a
coffee
shop
I
went
to.
These
toxins
that
I
was
exposed
to
were
horrible.
I
contacted
that
girl
that
I
should've
left
alone
to
help
me
get
some
things
at
Walmart,
and
all
of
a
sudden
there
was
some
checker
with
blue
gloves
on.
Following
this,
I
had
abdominal
pain
and
GI
issues.
These
are
common
symptoms
of
poisoning.
I
didn't
trust
the
people
in
the
ER
trying
to
help
me,
which
the
guy
could've
poisoned
the
IV;
I
don't
really
know.
But
considering
I
just
got
out
of
Lasting
Hope
where
there
were
doser
injectors
messing
with
me,
it's
not
really
a
surprise
that
I
didn't
trust
the
medical
staff.
They
decided
that
I
needed
to
go
to
Fremont
Medical
Center.
At
Fremont
Medical
Center,
since
I
was
still
struggling
with
GI
issues
from
what
I
believe
was
poisoning,
it
was
pretty
scary.
The
scariest
part
of
the
whole
thing
was
at
Fremont
Medical
Center
when
staff
turned
a
valve
by
my
shower,
and
I
was
scared
for
my
life.
I've
heard
of
cases
where
medical
staff
don't
like
certain
people,
and
then
they
all
of
a
sudden
get
Parkinson's
disease
or
cancer.
My
uncle
had
the
same
symptoms
of
poisoning
I
had,
and
medical
staff
claimed
it
was
all
from
smoking,
which
they
also
did
with
me.
Following
this
at
his
obituary,
they
had
pictures
that
made
him
look
bad.
I
believe
there
was
foul
play
involved.
I
feel
that
medical
staff
that
wish
harm
on
patients
are
rarely
held
accountable
for
their
actions
because
no
one
can
prove
it.
I
tried
to
contact
the
toxicology
director,
and
he
left
the
state
after
20
years
of
service.
I
contacted
the
police
department,
and
the
sheriff
just
died
mysteriously
the
next
day.
Yes,
I
should've
left
that
girl
alone
when
she
asked,
but
I
don't
think
people
at
medical
facilities
should
be
torturing
and
killing
patients
without
being
accountable.
Honestly,
who
are
people
going
to
believe,
medical
staff
or
someone
with
no
medical
background
claiming
they
were
poisoned?
The
drugs
I've
been
on
for
paranoid
schizophrenia
were
awful
before
I
went
to
Douglas
County,
and
they
put
me
back
on
risperidone.
I
don't
believe
I
actually
have
paranoid
schizophrenia.
I
think
I
have
C-PTSD.
I
believe
there
was
foul
play,
and
no
one
believes
me,
so
this
is
really
frustrating.
Now
it's
hard
to
get
the
psychiatric
help
I
actually
need
because
everyone
I
talk
to
about
this
assume
it's
all
paranoid
schizophrenia.
This
is
what
II
tell
myself
to
stop
ruminating
and
angry
about
all
of
this.
People
are
always
going
to
kill
each
other.
Medical
people
are
always
going
to
murder
and
not
get
caught.
It
doesn't
matter
what
toxin
they
used.
Proving
it
and
holding
someone
accountable
isn't
going
to
change
anything.
I
made
some
mistakes,
and
all
I
need
to
learn
from
it
is
to
never
do
those
things
again.
A
lot
of
things
are
unjust,
and
I
need
to
get
over
it.
No
one
can
reverse
time
and
undo
it.
If
I'm
concerned
about
hospitals
and
corruption,
I
can
just
leave,
which
I
already
did.
Most
people
won't
believe
me,
and
I'm
probably
never
getting
good
therapy
for
this,
but
I
don't
need
that.
I
don't
need
others
to
care,
believe,
or
understand.
I'm
already
away
from
people
who
are
capable
of
doing
said
acts.
I
don't
need
to
understand
every
detail
of
my
trauma.
I
will
just
move
on
and
enjoy
the
rest
of
my
life.