Robert Jackson’s Magnum Oafus

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling generally a bit better, less anxious and a lot more able to think clearly. I don’t know what drug they put me on but I think it’s a low enough dose that it’s acting as a mood stabilizer which is what I wanted to try and it seems to be working well.

But onto my thoughts. I can’t post a link but I read an article which said that people who have a higher than normal vitamin D intake in middle age have a lower than average chance of developing Alzheimer’s (hooray for dopamine). That made me wonder whether the British Jewish community had a higher than average rate of Alzheimer’s. Lo and behold an internet search reveals that they do because of their genes. You may wonder why I made this link but I believe with their long history in the middle east that they are naturally acclimatized to sunshine. That also ties in with my belief that the mild scoliosis both myself and my mother suffer from may come from the same need (I believe I have Jewish ancestry).

Second quick thought. Why don’t both prospective parents in a relationship have genetic tests to test for heritable diseases such as Huntingdon’s?

In fact the gene profile of every baby should be taken as soon as possible after birth to build an accurate database for prediction and detection of health needs.

I’ve had a few more interesting thoughts but my mobile battery’s nearly flat, astrophysics and global warming are for later.

Ok I admit I’m deeply frustrated at being here but I’ve thought of one or two small changes they could make which could improve things in my opinion at low cost.

Firstly the beds: they use old style sheets and thin blankets which are almost impossible to keep tidy particularly if you’re a restless sleeper like me.

Why not fitted sheets (the ones with elasticated corners) and wipeable nylon duvets with washable covers.

Secondly the wards: at Goodmayes which covers three London boroughs they use a ward per borough. I see no logic in this.

To my mind it’d make more sense to use a ward per presentation/severity/diagnosis.

Those most severely affected patients could have intensive care, the less severe could have a lighter regime and for example those with depression or PTSD could have a quiet ward or corridor and plenty of talking therapy.

Just a couple of ideas on a lonely night at 2am.

Hi my dozen or so readers. I’m currently incarcerated in the most abusive excuse for a psychiatric hospital going. I’ve been here nearly 3 months and am having antipsychotic medication injected in my eyeballs and possibly ears too. I’m genuinely in fear for my life so if I go permanently quiet you’ll know why.

I sincerely hope your lives are all free from abuse and I will say a prayer for you all and myself that we are all delivered from evil.

Best wishes

Robert David Jackson

The subject of today’s potcast:

The above is a little ceramic dwarf I bought for £2 in a charity shop in Harold Hill last week. He’s not my usual sort of thing but when I saw him he looked good quality and just interesting.

What, however, clinched the deal for me was an artists name impressed to the inside at the base and obviously done with a professionally made stamp.

The name: K Hayward

I just had to get him home for some research, I was now Lord of this thing.

The most likely candidate is Kate Hayward whose website is here:

Kate Haywood – Society of Designer Craftsmen

I don’t know what her work costs, as it’s not really my sort of subject matter I may try to sell it, I need the money more at the moment.

I’m taking my inspiration for today’s missive from myself, an idea I got from a blog I subscribe to by Eric Foltin.

And below is my favourite insult:

“I find you, as they said in Middle English, a little quaint.”

I aim it at people in chat rooms that have abused me and it’s the one I’ve thought of that can be used repeatedly.

That said, no one’s left me with that impression yet today so don’t be paranoid or offended (hieorographics not needed).

I’m planning at least one potcast today, maybe two so I’m sure you few will be waiting with baited breath.

Good Health to all.

Or: abnormal service will resume after a musical interlude.

After my violent abduction and forced incarceration for 6 weeks by the NHS at a cost I estimate at north of £50,000 instead of the treatment I didn’t really want but would have accepted at a cost of around £250 I was left feeling like the living dead (I believe between them Dr Jaffar and Dr Mahmood of Goodmayes Hospital have nearly killed me 3 times).

Yet with just a bit of research and vitamin D supplements and fresh orange juice I am mostly feeling rock ‘n’ roll again (apart from brain damage which I may never fully recover from).

But for the UK taxpayers I have some more bad news: I estimate my measurable losses at £150k in lost earnings plus damages for a shortened life expectancy.

For the NHS staff that did this all to me consider the following allegations I am making against you:

GBH

Racially motivated GBH

Negligence

Assault and battery

Perjury and libel

Breaches of my article 3, 5, 6, 8 and 10 rights.

Don’t forget forging warrants but that’s between the NHS and the Police.

To sum up then.

The clap for ’em all.

CTO y’all soon.