It is time I restarted blogging.

It is now the eighth week of my imprisonment. However, it feels a lot longer. This is because I feel it on a 24 / 7 basis. Every moment of waking thought is a torture; the only relief is the hours that I can remain asleep. Such a life is soul destroying. It saps the will to live out of me. I am so unhappy here.

There is nothing to do. I do not overtly complain; I have learned that there is no point and can be counter productive as it is used again you. When I am asked how I am I reply ‘bored’ and the suggestion is that I take part in the activities on the ward. Those ‘activities’ comprise of watching trash TV; having cups of tea made in a filthy kitchen (caused by the other prisoners); or, for others, having a smoke. There is very little else to do. I do have some books to read, but I have lost motivation to read. My access to the internet is limited to late afternoons or evenings. I hate to lay in bed all day, but that is all I have open to me. This is why time passes so slowly.

The medical ‘treatment’ that I get is a fortnightly injection of some anti-psychotic drug. That is it. Once a week in the ward round there may be a few questions, but nothing meaningful. This is evidence that I am held here as a punishment for my blogs and not for any medical reasons.

Just often and for how long I will be able to blog I don’t know. I expect that as soon as they spot that I have made a post I shall be banned from using the internet again.

Why can’t they actually talk to me properly? They will find out that all I want to do is write my little computer programs that analyse financial data, write reports on the results, and publish them on a subscription basis from my website. 

As I keep saying: All I wanted to do was to have earned a living in peace.

Update: I have been told that my internet surfing has to be restricted now.

Back as a prisoner at Mile End Hospital

So, here I am held prisoner on Globe ward of Mile End hospital once again. The last time I was here was two years ago because I was abducted on orders from the FTAC for protesting about having my livelihood stolen from me by the then Labour government. This time the reason is to silence me from making comments about East London NHS Foundation Trust on these blogs of mine.

I have only just managed to get access to the internet again (more of that later) and have refrained from making any posts for fear of being banished from having any access whatsoever. However, since they are not listing to me, I feel that I should use this medium to express my frustrations as to what is happening to me.

For a start here is a brief summary of what has happened so far. I was abducted on 2 November and held on Globe ward of Mile End hospital. After two days I was transferred to the intensive care ward for an incident described below. Within 24 hours I was further transferred to Beven ward Homerton Hospital which is also an intensive care ward. There I was left for nearly a month.

There is one good thing: I got to shout abuse at ‘doctor’ Jonsson. Thursdays are his ward round day. I sat in the common area waiting for his arrival. When he showed up I began to should, “Jonsson, you corrupt, incompetent liar. How many lives are you going to fuck up today?” And so on. It obviously got to him because by the end of the day I was transferred to the intensive care ward next door and subsequently to the other hospital. It was worth it. I derived great pleasure being able to shout and swear at him. Now that I am back on Globe ward I’ll have further opportunities to abuse him. I shall have to be more creative.