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my name is Adam Kiril McCannel

 

born Adam Kiril Orobko, in North Vancouver, the ‘prodigal son of two prominent conservative Edmonton Famiiles.

 

One, Irish and Francophone Catholic and the other Eastern Orthodox Ukrainian.

 

One side, brave, independent and fierce, in a corner and or in their morals or ethics.  
 

I know the difference between morals and ethics.  It’s essential to be a Paramedic, especially a guy like me.

 

My Irish side fled indentured labour in the North, and made it to the ‘Pale’, the safe zone from the ‘Black and Tans’ who roamed the country, looking for young persons fleeing a bleak future as indentured farmers on Protestant Estates.

 

Hugh Martin was hired by the Guinness Family and was paid to work on their estate, in the Guard House.

 

he met my greatgrandmother in Dublin, her family reportedly lived near ‘St Stephens Green’.

 

He and his best mate were offered an opportunity to emigrate to Vancouver in the early years of the last century.

 

To work on the Lions Gate Bridge.

 

Three weeks later, they walked away to chase gold in the Interior near Barkerville.

 

they partnered with a Yank and the three stuck gold.  
 

not a lot for all three, but a really large sum for one.

 

so when they were beyond Hope BC, on the way to Vancouver, the Yank, took the only weapon. A revolver and the gold and feld across the border near Agassi BC.

 

My Great Grandpa, he and his mate hitched a boat ride down the Fraser and landed in Vancouver and immediately searched for work.

 

Old Man Woodward hired them both.  
 

They were the day to day cashiers, and they slept behind the counters with a shotgun each, at night.

 

even then Gastown was a rowdy and dangerous place.

 

Mr Great Grandfather retired as the GM of the Edmonton Woodwards.

 

Hugh Martin Sr, opened every single Woodwards store other than the Gas Town location, till the Edmonton Store.

 

I hope to share my story,

 

I have had a very close call, that isn’t over yet, ‘live’ in Nova Scotia, but live is tenuous at best.

 

lucky not to be dead.

 

But if my luck doesn’t hold I wanted to tell people who I am and how I got here.

 

I am a Canuck, 

 

long time poster, 
 

Phat Phingers.

 

Google Adam McCannel 

 

Adam Mcc on facebook

 

there is a picture of myself and my daughter.  Her birthday was yesterday.

 

To quote my favourite sci fi hero.  ‘I am out in the raggedy edge, just trying to keep in the sky… your either with me or get of hear, your last port of call!’  
 

Or my apologies if I get it wrong ‘Serenity’ fans.

 

 

 

 

Adam K. McCannel. 
 

I exist and if I am going out, I want someone to find out why,

 

 

 

Verify me, my paramedic license number is 32248, and I have quiet a history on CPNS.ca.  I was just in Prison for 19 days, for letting a Journalist punch me 5 times.  
 

It may have saved my life,

 

 

 

 

Let’s start at the end.
 

 

I just was diagnosed for un diagnosed Acute Pancreatitis from a traumatic injury that had me being twisted from the inside out.

Sorry for the lack of communication and or too much public speaking.  

I have been fighting the same fight I responded too on 2020-10-11 that you were the first to read about, other than the authorities and I feel like I was on the edge of a really bad outcome.

But I got luck just when I needed it most.

To be seen as I am, and not as one wants be to be seen as.

Can’t wait to see you.

Take care.

Adam.

 

My medical condition and or complaint is entirely physical, and caused by ‘injury’ as inside muscle layer was being pulled not the outside.

With no bones to stop it from slowly squeezing me till something ruptured and or strangulated.

My Pancreas is very irate.

And it has been the first to say,  ‘f**k, this I am not going without a fight!’ 

And it started dumping Lipase, but held back from the Amalayse(?) and it’s acute.

Caused by ‘Injury, and the muscle constricting the Pancreas.’  

That’s my understanding and I am still feeling ‘loopy’ 

It’s not from any medication and or other substance.

Whatever the effect of the muscle spasms that are in my inner, not outer layers of muscle are unlike any other muscle spasms I have ever experienced.

I could be considered an expert on what a muscle spasm feels like, I lived with one due to Ankylosing Spondylitis for years.

I go from extreme pain, to shaking un controllably, but I can still type when I am shaking,

So it’s effecting my legs and hands is some sort of rhythm.

The GO ordered Physio in November and further labs, and I got labs, no Physio, when I first reported deep tissue muscle spasms that weren’t ‘normal and had led to two separate visits to the ER, both led to CT’s and then very quick exits with either a medical error, when I was given ‘steroids’ and told by a ERP, that had not examined me at all, ‘You should be familiar with taking these… the Aberdeen has nothing for you further.”

and kicked me out.

A few days later, I had a shower and took the first ‘Steroid’ I was given by the and suddenly I lost all sensation on my entire right side.

When discharged by Dr Jurga, he said, ‘you have a curved spine, Adam.’

Which was an entirely new finding.

‘Can I get a referral to physio?’

‘No Adam, there is nothing medically wrong with you, you need to consider psychological counseling.’

And refused to give my an understandable explanation while saying I was in need of psych instead of physio.

When I was just brutalized by the RCMP, mocked by EHS, almost was tricked outside by one RN and three RCMP, without X Rays and or being seen by a ERP.

All on video that I sought to have St Martha’s and the RCMP preserve at evidence of torture.

Because they did not want any evidence of what EHS and St Martha’s did to me on 2020-02-11.

I have an eidetic memory and muscle and memory can piece together where the complete and incomplete and absent memories are, and the ones you can’t remember and or fear…

Those are the ones that will either haunt you for ever, or you will turn and face, and at least turn the lights on and seek one single question.

Why don’t I remember things at all about the most traumatic event in my life to that point?

When I was in peak physical health from the amazing success of the therapy prescribed by my Rheumatologist, Dr Trudy Taylor.

I saw her on 2022-08-08.  I was completely clear of Ankylosing.

Then I had some weird spasms in my neck and hands and when to the ER on 2022-09-10 and was prescribed muscle relaxants and no imaging.

Then I was beaten up and left bound in a unnatural position, with my shoulders, arms and hands, with prolonged circulation impairment to my hands for over 4 hours.

And was charged with assault and uttering threats, without a single strike and or spit or threat.

And I was tazed for fleeing when I was already prone on the ground.

Which has led to my body being not normal and I can only hope to get a appointment with physio and a rapid MRI, if anything to prove injury and allow for a full second opinion to the cause and time of injury.

I have been subject to X-Rays, CT’s, and MRI’s for far less clear reasons and need for a review by Medical Doctors and or Pathologists, to determine if something is going to kill me, when say a large vessel, that was maybe kinked, let’s go a massive clot.

I was raised on MacDonalds!

My step dad, love him to death and he is a McCannel.

The McCannel family name was given to the family by the Head of the MacDonald Clan, prior to the break up of the Clan into Clan Ranald and Clan MacDonald.

The family name is translated as the ‘Son of the Torch and or Torchbearer’ 

And the official role in all official clan ceremonies was for the head of the McCannel family to light the way with a raised torch before the Laird of Clan MacDonald.

So we supported the MacDonald’s way more than is advised by any doctor.

And I have an uncle that survived Pancreatic Ca, and my Grandfather and Mother both almost died and or had emergency Cholestectomies (Gallbladder Surgery) due to either an ongoing risk to life or high risk of.

My mom is a teetotaler.

I don’t drink, haven’t in over five years except on less than 5 occasions.

This cannot be due to any cancer, I have been assured by every doctor.

Yet I have had a persistent low white blood count.

And feel like I have had impacted lymph ducts for months and reported this at the ER when I was taken their by EHS, with witnessed spasms so bad they would periodically close off my airways.

By RN’s, ERP’s EHS, Sherifs and Corrections staff.

Reported to Prison Medical and only the ERP’s denying any explanation(s) and or changing the orders of other medical professionals.

My MRI was supposed to be 12 days ago.

Corrections Medical assured me that it was going to be honoured. And this was by Dr Menard herself, with Officer Curley, her real name, RN Rebecca and the RN Nurse Manager.

My mother confirmed that my MRI was booked for 2023-02-15.

Then no one got me for the appointment and I asked after it was clear the appointment time was missed, ‘to just make sure to rebook the appointment, because my mom may have accidentally told me the date on the phone.’  

A call recorded by my employer Medavie Blue Cross.

But Prison Medical decided to not rebook, and Corrections choose not to take me.

Not OK and each day inside I knew, I was one punch to my liver or Lower Right Rib cage away from collapse.

So did prison medical.

Which means so could to the Captains and or select guards.

Let alone any inmate that has the ‘green light’ to take me out, or wants to see if I can fight, just to be tough.

I made a good choice to work out how to pick my cell mate.

It saved my life.

I think I may have helped him. Not safe his life, but get him on his feet again.

He was in the worst withdrawal from the most massive abuse of methadone I have ever heard described, 

155 lbs and in agony.

So I got his cell mate ‘bounced’ without doing anything but cleaning the cell, when I moved into the bottom bunk, after having a medical emergency, that was entirely legit and real.

When I left, my cellie had put on 14 lbs and was getting stronger everyday.

He and I watched each other’s backs.

He has a black belt in Karate and kicked the physical withdrawal within two weeks of his arrest, but he needed more time to get out the why.

Now he has no fear, no one to fear and called me yesterday with ten pounds of solid weight on in about a week.

Sounding great.

Me.

Doing my best to massage and physio myself and take the toradol every 8 hours.

And not have to fear each pain in my chest, or shortness of breath that the irritation to my diaphragm and or spasms that go on for minutes.

I feel loopy at times, and loose coordination and coordinating speech.

I have to get help with medication.  Can’t keep track all that well.

No signs of infarction in my gut, or that any organ has shut down.

No signs of infection and recommend that I get follow up, which is in two days, and physio, and MRI, ‘which may or may not confirm’ my condition.

Also, did you know muscles are 5 layers deep.

I am an onion, being peeled from the inside out.

That’s deep.

Take care,

Adam.

 

Adam McCannel

 

C/o Glen and Maureen McCannel

2456 Highway 337 

Antigonish, NS

B2G 2L2

 

 

From Campbell River, BC.

Grad from Southgate Secondary (no longer in use) in 1992.

been great learning how to write on this forum.

 

loving the Canucks helped me overcome dyslexia and disgraphia.

 

Peace Everyone.

 

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I don’t even know what to say to that. I am completely floored. You have my sympathy though.