I was almost killed in one hospital as a result of an overgrowth of nonsusceptible organisms caused by administration of the wrong antibiotics. I was scheduled for a leg amputation followed by death.

I was ambulance-planed (my family had money) to a second hospital where I was diagnosed as a homosexual paranoid schizophrenic who had gouged his leg in a suicide attempt. Later, photographs, pathology slides, and pathology blocks disappeared, but thanks to an honest dermatopathologist the correct diagnosis was made: classic fulminating pyoderma gangrenosum (gangrene).

Ultimately I made the correct diagnosis myself: GSE–gluten-sensitive enteropathy (underlying the pyoderma).

What’s really upsetting is that the resident’s seniors and head of the department knew it was pyoderma all along, but they sacrificed me to her as part of her “training”.

I had to have an attorney threaten to sue in order to get the dermatologist’s report because everyone had refused to tell me the real diagnosis.

Back in the 70s, Louis Wolfson (perhaps the richest man–or certainly one of the richest men–in Florida at the time) offered me money to go into politics. Like an idiot I turned him down.

I’m now very ticked off and am reconsidering politics.
Love some of your essays.
Wan sui (May you live 10,000 years.),

Thank you for your well-argued and very direct pamphlet, Professional Poison. It is one more nail in the coffin of capitalism. Capitalism becomes evermore sinister and unacceptable the better one understands it.

Heart greetings,

Viktoria