“Though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of time. But if she could have looked a little further back… she would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backward.” - Aslan, C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
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You Don’t Need to Believe Me. You Need to Treat Her.



🖋 SWANK Dispatch | 21 November 2024
SHE CALLED MY OXYGEN METER “TRASH.” THEN SHE TRIED TO ARGUE WITH MY BREATH.

Filed From: Flat 22, 2 Periwinkle Gardens, London W2
Author: Polly Chromatic
Filed Under: Verbal Assault in A&E · Oxygen Disbelief · NHS Bullying · Child Medical Disregard · Adjustment Ignorance · SWANK Maternal Defence Archive


To:

Simon O’Meara, Laura Savage
Cc: Kirsty Hornal, Sarah Newman, Fiona Dias-Saxena, Gideon Mpalanyi
Bcc: Nannette Nicholson, Harley Street Mental Health


🩸 THE DOCTOR’S FIRST DIAGNOSIS? DISBELIEF.

“She said my oxygen meter is trash. That Honor is fine. That she doesn’t believe me.”
“She insulted my nebuliser too.”

What she offered wasn’t medical care.
It was contempt in latex gloves.


🗣 I SAID I COULDN’T SPEAK. SHE KEPT TALKING.

“I had to speak loudly so she would hear me—because she wouldn’t shut up and listen.”

This wasn’t a consultation.
It was an ambush on the voiceless.


⏳ “IT’LL BE HOURS”—SPOKEN AS A THREAT, NOT A FACT.

“She kept repeating it. It was like she wanted me to get angry at her.”

Waiting is protocol.
Weaponising it is malpractice.


📹 FROM THIS POINT FORWARD: WE DOCUMENT EVERYTHING.

“I told her I don’t want to talk anymore. Just treat my daughter.”

Your disbelief is not our diagnosis.
It’s our evidence.


📎 ACCESS STATEMENT — IGNORED IN PERSON, PUBLISHED FOR RECORD:

“I suffer from a disability which makes speaking verbally difficult. I prefer to communicate telepathically to minimise respiratory strain; however, email is fine.”

The oxygen meter wasn’t broken.
Your system was.


Polly Chromatic
I don’t need to argue. I breathe. I document. I publish.
📍 Flat 22, 2 Periwinkle Gardens, London W2
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