After coming back home, I had some food with my sister and then tried to work after eight but I really could not get myself to work since I was already under effect of bad water and just wasted time. Later after twelve at night, I was able to get some work done.
I am copying this older post about this doctor who gave me electric shocks. He was controlling my supposed therapy from 2001- 2003 and I received electric shocks in 2001. Later I Was taken to him by my family last year and again then he did not care to interview me. And last year when I was detained in his clinic, he did not give me electric shocks but instead gave me some oxygen therapy and I would also faint during this oxygen therapy chemical procedure and would be taken to my hospital room unconscious on a stretcher. And this doctor was told by my family to not give me a drug that metabolises through liver since I had drug induced jaundice from that antipsychotic drug in 1999 but the doctor still insisted that I get the same drug saying that it was not necessary that it would cause jaundice every time and I was kept in detention for more than a month and I was given that drug for a month and it was stopped only when people realized that it had caused jaundice again. Jaundice still lasted for more than two months after the drug was stopped. In the post below I have spoken about the first more severe incident of drug induced jaundice in 1999. I would again want to tell friends that this oxygen therapy last year was different from the drugs that were given to me in the intravenous drip that that I spoke about in a very recent post and that had happened in 2004.Here is my older post.
I would like to tell the friends about this psychiatrist who also treated me for three years between 2001-2003. This is where I was given electric shocks for fifteen days in early 2001. I still recall that doctor would place a wooden wedge between my teeth and then give me an injection and I still recall how numbness would move in my body from feet to the upper body after the injection. At that time my family had given me some drug in my food and I became unconscious after an hour or so. I still recall how I was begging my younger brother to help me that I do not want to go anywhere and if he could help me but he like everybody else in the family refused. Slowly drug in food showed its effect and I have absolutely no memory of being taken in my father's car despite that it would have taken him at least eight hours to take me to Rawalpindi. Psychiatrist did not interview me and detained me and started giving me electric shocks. I still recall how I defecated in my bed there and they had to wash it. This was the same psychiatrist who had given me a drug that is known to cause drug-induced jaundice despite being told that I have had a very horrifying experience with this drug before.
[color=#303030]I still recall how I suffered from jaundice in 1999. A doctor in army's medical corps had suggested this drug for me then. My family got the prescription and we left for our family home in Kot Addu. They continued to give me the drug for several months because it was hard to see the doctor on a regular basis. All my body had become pale and my eyes were yellow. My sister is a doctor and she was with me but she could not tell that I had jaundice. When I went to see the doctor after several months, he came to know of the jaundice right away and stopped the medication. The way drug-induced jaundice works, it starts slow but liver continues to get drugged and jaundice usually reaches its peak quite after you leave the medication. My worse months were after the drug had been stopped. I still recall with horror that for more than a month, I had absolutely no sleep. After every few days, there would be a period of thirty to forty minutes of very light sleep. Nobody can easily believe the torture I had to see. There would be marks all over my body due to bleeding after I could not stop itching. When I look back over past twenty years, there are so many episodes like this when I saw total trauma and torture. I recall that great song that says,"In my life, I have seen heart-aching pain. I do not want to see it again." Sorry if my lyrics are a bit off, I have not heard the song for a while as I mostly listen to Urdu/hindi music for past few years.[/color]