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Thursday, September 12, 2024

  • Writer: Jenny Miller
    Jenny Miller
  • Sep 12, 2024
  • 2 min read

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18:45

Yesterday, when I left Starbucks, I took the bus out to the Taco Bell, to eat dinner. Then, I went to the hotel. By relay, my reservation, with all charges paid, had been confirmed. When I got to the front desk, he didn't ask for my confirmation number. Then, he said that there was no credit card, listed. I spoke with the Manager on Duty. He had a different confirmation number for the reservation under my name. He said that he wouldn't accept a credit payment form, for me. I got my groceries out of storage, then took a cab home. When I got there, my door was padlocked. The guy in the living room was asleep. I left my bags, in front of my door, and called another cab, to drive me to the hospital.

On Sept. 11, at 23:57, I sent an E-mail that would be forced through, to the recipients, by the U.S. Army assigned. It read:

I'm being admitted at Providence Portland, 4805 NE Glisan St, Portland, OR 97213. By relay, I'm told that my personal ID tag is read on sub-level 3.96. I went home and couldn't get into my room. I left my bags, with the stuff that I bought at Target, outside my bedroom door. My liter of Squirt that had my name on it had been stolen. I need a psych check. I'm feeling stressed. I told them that I'd like visitors. My U.S. Army assigned Sam Hithye, retired, is with me, en cloak.

On Sept. 12, at 16:00, I sent another E-mail. It read:

I was at Providence Portland, in the Emergency Department, room no. 24. They refused to admit me. Thank you, for your help.
I was discharged at around 3:00 P.M. I took the bus. I'm at that coffeehouse that's on Hawthorne. By relay, my personal ID tag reads on sub-level 3.94 & up, to about 3.97. I can't get into my room. I don't have anywhere to sleep, tonight.
I don't feel well. The torture has escalated. They're hurting my organs, mucus membranes, and brain. I fear for my safety.

I'm really trying to stay on sub-level 3, and, to be moved down, south, to the floor, on sub-level 3.4. I'm held, up, by force, unauthorized, unintended.


 
 
 

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