The following is a part of my diary. This reflects one of many tough times in my life:
08/31/09: I came to La Mesa dialysis center at 6:40 am. I saw Edna Banes, manager, was waiting for me in the front door. She told me that I was no longer to be treated in her clinic and I had to contact my doctor to get help from him. I asked her for paper works on four days I had been under Atrial Fibrillation. She gave me 10 pages for $1. All of them are fakes. I check all my heart beaks: under 82 beats/min. It's easy to know that they had changed information in my treatment records; especially in four days I had Atrial Filbrillation. They had made a mistake while fixing my records: They forgot to fix the charged nurse's notes (K. Gerber-RN charged nurse) "...911 arrived and applied leads for EKG. I noted that his heart rate was tachycardic 130-170's and some irregular beats,...". But in the treatment data page, my heart beats were fixed to 75, 82, and 76 beats per minute. What a shame! Why they had to fix my records ? "There is no smoke without fire". This show that my Atrial Fibrillations are triggered by them, not from my physical body.
Edna claimed my doctor that her clinic had video my chair and I had violated the clinic rules. I spoke loud and took pictures of her clinic and patients. I told my doctor that because I had been tortured by them. Why they did not video entire the clinic to see what'd happened? Why they did video only my chair and me? it's 10:45am. My doctor just call me and let me know he cannot find any places for me to get dialysis yet.
09/01/09: It's 12:36pm now. I don't have any dialysis in five days. I am still waiting for my doctor' secretary's call.
I am renting a room at a two story house (6437 Hillgrove Dr. San Diego, Ca 92120). My room is on first floor. Recently, my owner's family had moved out so CIA's agent could live and work right on the top of my room. They use electromagnetic ray to study and torture me every night. I don't have any protection except a hat with Al Foil to cover my head at night. I invite you come to the house to see how secrete service agents' faces look like and what they are doing every night.
09/07/09: After six days without dialysis, today I has been transferred to FMC of College which is located in Asian Business Center on El Cajon Blvd. Same as other clinics, I has been tortured right in this first day with the same techniques (make loud noises when I close my eyes; change control of dialysis machine; talk and laugh out loud in group using surveillance information from my family (play drama); mess up my TV by using a hidden remote control; etc). Vanessa (medical staff) and Perry (Tech.) are two leaders of medical staffs to torture me mentally every dialysis day. An old Philippine woman and an old Chinese man play "loud coughing machine" every time I close my eyes as two patients Thomas and Joanna in La Mesa. I never see Psychiatrists or Psychological Doctors who direct/write "drama/lines" for medical staffs play, but I know they hide somewhere in clinic offices or control medical staffs via phone.
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10/23/09: It's about 1and 1/2 months at FMC of College. At first, medical staffs here, especially Vanessa and Perry, thought that they could defeat me easily. They have tried very hard to upset me and to make their boss happy. I warned them be careful with this "game", since as my experience from other clinics, they were going to become their own torture's victims, even more damaged than mine. It seems like they understand it now. After the game, they have to bring home sorrow, tiredness, guilty, anger, fear, shame, etc. I don't know if their families can be peaceful anymore.
11/18/09: Let me show you examples of mental torture from FMC of College, composed by Psychological doctors/Psychiatrists, played by medical staffs. Today, perhaps medical staffs here know from their bosses that Senator Barbara Boxer had evolved into my case; however, they want to show me that they do not care any people. So they continue to torture me as usual. The follows are one part from their drama:
...............Vanessa, Nena, and Jennifer laugh out loud (they pretended) when
Perry says to Vanessa: You are an excellent woman. You work very hard to take care of four children and two men.
Vanessa: Stop it. Are you crazy, ha? ha ha..You know what? I did not have lunch yesterday (Tuesday 11/17/09).
Others: Why? Why is that?..
Vanessa: Oh, 'cause I was so busy with my work.
Vanessa: Tuan, if I were you, I would write a book about my life.
Me: Yes, I am writing it now
Vanessa: Really, you should do itquick.
Me:: No, I am not worry. I am safer than ever.
Let me translate the above dialog: Perry wants to upset me by telling Vanessa that my wife is an excellent woman. She works hard to take care of my four children and two men: me and her boy friend. I knew Vanessa had three children. Therefore, when I hear Perry talks, I know immediately he meant my wife (Big Brother surveillances my family and knows about my family better than me. I do not know how many MEN my wife has, but Big Brother knows). Next, Vanessa tells she did not have lunch yesterday. That means I did not have lunch yesterday. True. Yesterday, I waked up late about 11am. I drove to Jack in the Box to buy breakfast. I came home and wrote my book until 4pm and went out to have dinner with my neighbor, Mr. Ai.
Vanessa says that to let me know that Big Brother knows everything about me, including how am I eating?
She wants me to show me the second thing that they already know I am writing a book. She also warns me write it fast. She means that Big Brother will kill me soon. I reply that I am safe since Senator Barbara Boxer had started to investigate my case.....................
Their conversations are conducted by their bosses (Psychiatrist or psychological doctor). These people surveillance everything about my family. They then use these surveillance information to make a drama for medical staffs play. Their purpose is to upset me because they let me know that they know everything happened to my family. Other patients in the clinic have a difficulty to understand what they talk each others and why they laugh out loud crazy. Unless, they know my translation.