The following chronology consists of the most significant events that comprised the abuse and terrorization I experienced while I was a multiple-trauma inpatient who needed emergency orthopedic surgery at New England Baptist Hospital. These are the "low-lights", if you will, of the six days I was at the Baptist.
The text on the chronology pages that appears in Roman face (like this text) is meant to signify facts, events that happened, and the actions and behaviors of people at the time. The text that appears in italic face (like this) is meant to describe my thoughts, feelings, and impressions, and the thoughts and feelings of my friends and relatives who witnessed these events. It is also used for stuff I found out later that turned out to be relevant to the story. If you haven't yet read the Acknowledgements or The Players and Their Acts pages, please take a moment now to do so; they provide important background information to help you understand the story.
Friday Night / Early Saturday
When I arrived at the NEBH the night of the
28th, I was tired, but in excellent spirits. The air ambulance
we had hired to bring me from Idaho was staffed by friendly and
competent people, and even though I had a breathing emergency
on the plane they handled it well and I felt secure and comfortable
during the trip. The flight nurse gave me some extra Demerol
before I was loaded into the ambulance for the trip to NEBH to
cover my pain needs during the transport, because I had a broken
neck at C2, a broken back, a significant head injury, a broken face, a broken
elbow, and a broken leg, and was in a substantial amount of pain.
For safety reasons, the ambulance driver took a long, circuitous
route to the Baptist in order to avoid the bumpiness from any
Big Dig construction projects.
We arrived at NEBH sometime after midnight.
Oddly, the intake paperwork from the Baptist shows me arriving at around 4 oclock in the afternoon and also being charged for a full days stay on Friday (MR).
After I arrived, I was examined and questioned briefly by Lampros Minos and a resident whose name we never learned. Neither of them was particularly friendly to me, which made me uneasy. Because of the time change and my head injury I had no idea what time it really was; only that it was after normal working hours. I assumed they were peevish because of the time of day. I had no way of knowing that the story of my "having fired" Dr. Alan Curtis (see the polite letter on the Fascinating Documents page) was already a topic of hospital gossip.
I also did not realize at the time that Lampros Minos was not a doctor, and that as a bed-ridden, head-injured, multiple-trauma patient with a broken neck who had been transferred directly in from an intensive care unit, I was never examined by an actual doctor when I was admitted to the Baptist.