The story of my disease 2018-2019

The story of my disease 2018-2019

John Bjarne Grover

It seems that the story must be told once again.

I was in hospital in Venice for nearly 7 weeks in 2018-2019 and was treated very well - and they rescued my life. Of course I am only thankful. However, in the course of these weeks, there first disappeared 500 euros from my wallet. It could have happened while I was driven down to the 'gastrolab' or a photo. Since I was not entirely certain how much had been in it, I waited with the alarm until I had got my payments to the hotel verified, after which I concluded that the money probably had been stolen in the hospital and I started storing the wallet in the toilet bag which I hid next to my body under the bedcover while I was sleeping. After some time I discovered that yet another 1000 euros had disappeared and it could not have happened without somebody using sleep gas on my nostrils before removing the wallet. I alarmed the hospital nurses and asked to talk with a responsible, and they said an 'ombudsman' sort of person, the one in charge of such problems, would come within an hour or so. Nobody arrived to me but a woman came in the course of this hour with a dinner on a plate and took up position at a table close to the neighbour bed (there were two beds in the room) where she ate the dinner standing at this table and thereafter disappeared again. That must be considered somewhat strange - and I had to speculate later if this were the 'ombudsperson' who came to tell me in this way that the money had been stolen as a 'dinner'. I then asked to have the theft reported to the police and a policeman (from the 'questura' station) arrived and took up my explanation and report and I believed that the case would be quickly solved, given the assumption of surveillance which should have made the investigation very easy. There never came an answer and I was several times over to the police station after my release from the hospital, but there was 'not yet any progress' in the case and after some repeated request in the following years I concluded that it would come to nothing. That would be alarming - not only is 1500 euros a little money but it would also be a security concern.

Not long after (if it were not even while I was there) the release from the hospital, where I for some time had shared room with a person called 'Bruno' (I dont know his identity - I had the impression that he was so called but know little of his real identity), there appeared news that 'Brunei' - the state on Borneo - had issued new laws against theft and homo sex: Theft would be punished with the chopping off of a hand while homo sex would be punished with the chopping off of a foot, if I remember right. At least this is what the news told about the new laws of Brunei. The news told also that George Clooney had started a campaign against these laws. 'Ei' in norwegian means 'no'. (I had otherwise no reason to associate with the neighbour who seemed to be called by a name 'Bruno').

I therefore had - on basis of the news from Brunei - to speculate if there had been something like a rape of me in drugged condition and if the theft of the money therefore should count as 'payment for sex' - but that the story had been 'quasi official' and it was stamped secret and therefore the police could not help me finding the money and could not even tell me why. All that could be told was the 'ombudsperson' having a dinner at the other bed? What should such a rape have been? On a high order from NATO - for making a 'dirty beast in the revelation' or something like that? A part of a 'nazi madonna' program?

I had otherwise no reason to believe that there had been any sexual or other abuse of my body.

The friendly hospital had also asked for my permission for making two operative intrusions into my body. By italian law a doctor needs a patient's permission for that. One of these was a sort of filter expanded like a 'Mary Poppins' brolly into a main vein making it possible to dissolve a trombosis quickly without risking parts of it blocking the lungs - but since I believed that I had to go around with this frail brolly in the vein I preferred the alternative solution of a milder dissolution method by daily injections which I continued myself after release from the hospital. The other was the insertion of a catheter into the urine channel (the one going from the kidneys down to the bladder) - but they explained it in such a way that it looked highly unlikely. A drawing on paper showed that the canal had expanded more and more until it burst completely. In addition, was it likely that this had 'burst open'? For what reason? The kidneys had of course as usual tried to pump the urine down into the bladder which, though, was closed and full, but there could not have been such overpressure that the canal burst? And there are people in circuses which bend around so much that this canal would have burst - if that could have been the reason - so it could not have been that the bladder had sunk so low due to its heavy overweight? On the first day the doctor had explained that my problem was that both kidneys had 'exploded' due to the retention, and of course that was the reason for my abdomen being full of urine - not that the canal from kidney to bladder was torn off. I asked if it would heal naturally by itself and they said yes, it was not so necessary - it would heal by itself, so I chose that solution. I had also asked if it could be done with local anaesthesia but they said that was impossible. I assumed that the strange explanation they had given (with the illustration on paper) was because people do not like the idea of a long tool being inserted up through the urine channel all the way up into the kidney and therefore they explained it like that instead. However, one day I was sitting in the bed two (probably) doctors came in - one of them trolleyed a gas container and hence was probably an anaesthesia doctor and the other had no equipment - I saw them walk along the end of the hospital bed and then I do not remember anything more - I must have fallen spontaneously asleep. I later concluded that maybe they had decided to put in the catheter nevertheless, but without my permission, and told it that way. Of course I would not protest against that if it were necessary - they certainly could decide much better than me on that and I would be only happy, of course, for the rescue of my life and health. However, if they had put in such a catheter they had to take it out again later - and I therefore had to speculate if that were the two cases of theft from my wallet - as 'payment' for the two operations which I had not agreed to and therefore they were 'off normal schedule' (not as payment, of course, but for telling it). But not only money had been removed from my wallet - there were also some papers that seemed to have disappeared - such as some hotel business cards and I also speculated if a computer memory card with data had been stolen - and I would not assume that the hospital communicated things that way.

But I had the right to get the hospital papers on my case and I so did and there was no mention of any insertion of that sort of catheter there, a far as I could see.

The conclusion to this story was that if there had been requests for political operations on my body, it could even have been about replacing organs - since some 'nazi' interests could have been out for moving some of my organs over onto an agent who would be 'impersonating' me partially, in certain respects, for example. Had there been 'dirty NATO interests', for example for making a 'nazi madonna'?

What was the reason for my disease, by the way? It started in the autumn 2015 with a beginning incontinence which grew worse and worse until it got totally locked in a retention crisis which started in the moment when I sat down on 18 october 2018 to write out volume 4 of my collected works. I had written much of it earlier and could collect many of the chapters from finished material but some of it had to be rewritten and some was even research from scratch and it was anyhow much work to edit all of it into the volume of eventually 1312 pages which was completed around 24 november 2018. (This '1312' of pages has since then be seen on graffitis around in Austria and Italy - it is of course not me who makes those). I worked more or less around the clock and slept not so many hours per night through these 5 weeks it took to complete the volume. The retention started in that moment when I sat down for doing this - it was after the completion and self-publication and self-making - 7,5 full bookshelf meters with books - 30 copies of 3 volumes each - which I printed on my home laser printer, folded, sewed together, glued, bound, a lot of work through many weeks in 2012-2013 - after which I said to myself that in light of the large progress in knowledge that this contained, the next book had to be published by a normal publisher and not myself in this way. Most of the 30 volumes I donated to libraries who seem to have taken them in - but I have only the electronic databases on the web (I dont know if they are on the shelves) and it was rare that they responded with a letter of thanks - it was mainly the national library of Vilnius that answered in this way - and I cannot know if the packages I sent in the post had been stolen by e.g. Norway on their way - due to reasons of 'nazi political plans' in a possible 'intelligence project' which seems to aim at encapsulating me informationally possibly for a longterm plan of making a 'nazi Jesus' to cheat the entire world with - and therefore the could have felt that I must be contained informationally and not become a known person and it must be secret all of it - things like that.

This was probably a part of the reason for the retention which started as I began the work with volume 4. In addition, there had possibly been bad abuse of my 'Der Dornenstrauch' which was completed in the summer 2015 and which I later speculated could have been the basis for example for the new The Dynasty of 2017. Clearly if there were organized and possibly massive abuse of my book completed in the summer 2015, and I naturally suspected Norway of being behind such interests, this could have been the reason for the incontinence - since I started getting problems with controlling the 'publication of my work', as if it leaked out against my will. I would guess that this could have been the reason for the incontinence and the retention which started in the moment when I began working out the fourth volume containing even this 'Der Dornenstrauch'.

I had also bought the house in Szolnok in the early summer 2015, although I would not believe that this was the reason for the incontinence.

As the retention started, I was not aware of the serious character of this condition and believed that nature has a solution and that it was only because the kidneys were on holiday for some time - it is true that they sometimes produce much and sometimes less urine - and I waited for some days before I understood that something had to be wrong. I went to Hungary and found a medication called 'Urostemol' which opened for the urine (it was rather black the first time) and the retention was therefore healed in that sense of it - but the incontinence continued and I walked around with diapers. I believed the problem was solved and that the big belly would go down again, which it did, sort of. But it was difficult to sleep and I had to sit in a 45 degrees angle for sleeping. It was in this condition that I completed volume 4 in the course of 5 weeks after which I went for a holiday in Venice in the end of november. I was then in rather acceptable shape although a little overworked. After some time I started getting problems with hyperpulse when walking up a stairway - and when one day I could not come up the stairs without getting a pulse of 4-500 and had to give up after some steps, it seemed that I needed doctor assistance. The hotel called for doctor - they arrived but said that there was not much problems to detect except for a slightly high blood pressure and they recommended a check at the hospital for this condition. I said it was probably not urgent and I preferred to wait, but already a day or two later I fell like a sandbag to the floor when I stepped out of bed and I could not get up a again - it seemed the blood was totally empty of oxygen. So I was admitted to hospital on 17 december 2025 and stayed there for nearly 7 weeks. I concluded from this story that the medical condition which made the hospital stay inevitable was natural medical reasons - and I believe not that I had been poisoned for driving me into the hospital, say, for robbing me of some organs or something like that, even if the occurrence of the hyperpulse was a little surprising. The hospital concluded that it was a system collapse - digestion, kidneys, blood did not function and I got something like 6-7 litres of blood and was on intravenal support through most of the 7 weeks. It may be that the system was set for collapse and it was difficult to turn it around for going upwards again, but they succeed in this. I was completely without any force and could barely stand on the feet without assistance, and walking was totally impossible untill the last 2-3 weeks. I was released from the hospital in early february 2019 - then I could walk some metres with a stick.

I personally believe that the collapse was due to what I believe could have been massive abuse of my literary works. COVID broke out at the end of 2019.

Instead of me going down finally I managed to survive with the help of the hospial - and then the whole world had to go somewhat down in COVID for a while. It could have been the massive pressure from the plagiarisms which could have been the story. The solution is not me going down - it is in stopping the plagiarisms.

After my release from the hospital I had to use a normal catheter for a couple of years. A catheter must be changed every 28 days or so - otherwise it will collect urine stuff on the inside and get rigid and tight. (Nature tells that Eve comes every 28 days for changing Adam's catheter). The law says that I was entitled to normal doctor assistance in the land of residence - but in other EU states only in the case of emergency assistance. Since changing the catheter is not emergency I had to go back to Vienna or change it myself. I was not aware of the balloon in the bladder that prevents a Foley catheter from gliding out and I thought that the catheter is kept in place with the urine channel holding tight around it. But since the catheter is made of rubber with small pores, there is the danger that it can come to attach to the channel wall and that is the reason why it must be changed, I thought. Since I had to change it myself, I eventually had to pull it out in spite of its resistance - and my surprise was big when a balloon of 2 cm diametre came out undeflated through the urine pipe. I bled somewhat and was admitted to the emergency reception at the hospital again - they changed to a new catheter and calmed my nerves by telling that it would heal well by itself - nature solves those problems well. So the next time I should change the catheter I studied the principles for change of it better and I changed it myself regularly through a couple of years after the release from the hospital and eventually could put it aside. Then the urination functioned reasonably but not entirely as before and I guess that there could have been a small damage from the pullout of the inflated balloon. It later happened once that the body tried to ejaculate which was rather painful and it did not try that again. I guess that this was not because the body suddenly discovered that there was no prostate there - it was rather that the prostate had gone tight due to the pullout of the catheter balloon and therefore an attempted ejaculation would be painful. I did get a photo of the abdomen in a check after the hospital but that was without the use of contrast colour for this organ and there is only a lot of flesh there and I cannot tell from this if the prostate is there or not.

Hence I am left with the guesswork that the prostate does not function because it has gone tight due to a damage during the pullout and later healing with the catheter present - not because it was removed during an operation which is not recorded in the hospital papers. In theory, some, say, 'intelligence project' could have felt the need for annexing my prostate and therefore had poisoned me for getting me into the hospital where they could topsecret remove or change it for installation for some 'nazi madonna' project or something like that - and that is why the doctors with the gas container etc. If that should have been the story, then one could have understood the theft of the money and other things from my wallet - and then the tipetop secret project (NATO or something like that? Norway?) could have been the reason why the police could not help me find the money again.

I eventually sent an email to the italian carabinieri who is the top level police (they are really a military police, if I have understood it right) and who are the ones who straighten up the lower police levels if they cannot understand the things right - I told briefly the story about the investigation which led to nothing in spite of the circumstances which should have led to an easy investigation - but there came no answer from the carabinieris either. One day in a venetian 'calle' a man stopped me and asked what the street was called (I pointed to a streetname sign which said 'Calle de la Racheta', I think it was - could that be right?) and the next time I went there I met two people (one tall and one smaller) in very heavy and 'overformal' or 'overstiff' frocks with gold stripes etc - as if they were 'overcaptains' on a ship or something like that - I speculated if they could have been envoys from the carabinieris who 'answered' in this way by a symbolic representation for the pitiful joke once told by 'John Grøver', as he called himself: "Kalle had worked a lifetime as bicycling boy for the grocery and one day he should receive his promotion and honours for all his work - that was in a simple ceremony with the other employees in the shop wherein the chief pronounced the words 'from this day on Kalle will no longer be called Kalle, he will be called Andersen'". As if this were supposed to be the recognition for all my work - which would mean that informational encapsulation of mine in the apparent norwegian project. Therefore they could not answer - but of course I could guess that the 'Andersen' = the other one was now 'Kalle' = 'cold'. Somebody had stolen the money (and maybe other things - such as organs?) but was now 'cold'? But of course it need not have been carabinieris who expressed themselves in such ways - it could have been a theatre troup on behalf of somebody else. Or it was simply some crew from a liner.

There could also have been a somewhat similar story from 1983 but that I know little about.

In the worst case, if I should have been poisoned for getting me into the hospital where they could have stolen or replaced organs for 'political' abuse, the hospital would necessarily have had to be collaborative. And the police could not help me - which then means that it had to be sort of highlevel political. But this was not my impression of the hospital - on the contrary I believe they saved my life under conditions of my disease which were probable and natural.

There could also exist other and positive explanations which could have concerned the roots of my problems, but these would have been rather speculative. (Say, if I had been raped in my youth as a political project in Norway for swapping around on me, one could think of a sexual intercourse in drugged conditions that could have annulled some of the effect of those puberty rapes - and if that could have been technically called a rape, human psychology could have believed that if I paid for the sex, then it was not really a rape - and hence this could have explained some of the story - but this is sheer speculation).

But in case there should be some 'muffins', the question is if is it safe for me in Italy.

The fact remains that 1500 euros were stolen under circumstances which normally should have been extremely easy to investigate - since somebody must have been there at the hospital bed with a nose spray on me while I slept - this could also have happened in the context of the arrival of the two doctors with gas container - but there is no answer and there must probably be some sort of reason for that. I would guess that the military police (the carabinieris) also have immediate access to military surveillance and then recourse to a faulty surveillance system is perhaps not enough. - I mean, if the 'questura'-located police told that there was no theft and it was imagination only (there could have been norwegians there telling that he is a paranoid schizophrenic), as their surveillance data could have confirmed, then there must have been something wrong with the surveillance - but military surveillance should not fail, I would guess.

There exists also the possible explanation that the 'muffins' could have come from Norway where I am a citizen and then the italian hospital could have stretched itself somewhat for accepting secrecies on that basis.

This could also contain the possible explanatory framework of the norwegian problem - which could be a sort of channel of political interests coming from England on basis of the anglican church via Norway who seem to be somewhat obsessed with turning roles with me for swapping the 'curse' off onto me - and then the essential conflict between anglican and catholic theologies would come to appear somehow via my person - if the swapping has been successful, that is. This could be a part of the reason for the apparently organized plagiarisms - and TV 'soaps' ('swaps') a la 'The Dynasty' could have precisely such a function. But should one believe that this could make such problems for me in Italy - and correspondingly more easy for the norwegians?

But if the question be raised if it is safe for me in Italy, wouldnt it be totally absurd to think that Italy would rape me? Absolutely absurd that would be, and it does not make sense at all - but if the theory should arise, how could that be explained? By the norwegian problem which swaps the 'british curse' (since Henry VIII) around on me - for letting it appear as if I am the origin of all historic problems of catholicism since Henry's days. And all plagiarisms and 'soaps' all over the world would contribute to this idea. Then the italian idea could have been to turn it around again just there. But it is true that such ideas are alien to me and I dont think that is the italian ideas either.

I have often travelled from Venice to Vienna by train - and paid 130,80 euros while others pay 106. Is that for a 'dirty beast in the revelation'? Or would it be for Gordon 'Bruno'? I have said several times that it looks like an apartheid price, but it seems that I have to pay this neverheless.

Italy should naturally have been my homeland - but if a norwegian swapomania has been too successful, it could have come to turn the other way round? Could it even have been the purpose - to prevent that Italy could come to be my new homeland since that could be to solve the norwegian problem?

That could be the question.

When I travelled with train from Venice to Vienna on the day (or the next day) of the great earthquake of Port-au-Prince on Haiti, I believed it was Gordon Brown (then PM) who wanted to get into the compartment where I slept. If this should have been the story, what would it mean? There exists apparently a mythos which tells that Ragna Grøver should have been an elder sister of queen Elizabeth but had gone to Norway for bringing me up there. This should then possibly mean that I could have been the heir to the british throne after Elizabeth - like some potential 'usurpator' instead of Charles. Would this have suggested that I would have been in the role of Satan in the choir - and hence could risk being thrown down into Hell if I tried to claim the throne? Of course this mythos must be considered sheer nonsense - although I noticed that king Charles recently stripped his brother of the prince title (cp. the earthquake). I am not aware of the details there could be in such a construction but I am in any way not involved and have no such ideas at all. If it were about the genetics, it is rather more probable that I could be of jewish genetics - and then the question could be more if this genetics feel inclined to attempt a coup? I would guess not. These ideas sound more like redundancies that could have been seeking for an articulation without any basis in reality.

For the wallet 'under the bedcover' , see also the story of the new logo of the cleaning firm TOP D&D.

I noticed these news.

As to the laboratory tests in the hospital - if I had been poisoned it should be visible there - but it may be that my case could be so special that it is not impossible that modern labs are delivered with a special chip containing my genome, so to speak. I could be the same problem as computer programs or even chips that could be specially made for not recording plagiarisms of my authorship. But it is not probable that this could be the reason.

Arsenic poisoning leads to white stripes across the nails. I had traces of such white stripes across the nails in the hospital - but, as the Wikipedia article tells, this can also be due to kidney failure, which would have been a more natural explanation to those.

I think it happend not long after I had taken some initiative for finding a housing solution in Italy - that there was a landslide in Norway - in the place called 'Ask in Gjerdrum in Romerike' = 'Ask for/in Hospitality in the Roman empire'.

7 november 2025: The day after I published the above, an article in the italian newspaper La Repubblica showed a photo of a worker without helmet on a scaffolding and the article seems to have criticized the government for allowing for such lax security. PM Meloni answered that this was not governmental responsibility, the scaffolding was onto a private house (next to the governmental house, I think it means).

In case my head was opened at the hospital, I have not been informed about that - and not been asked in advance either. But I have no good reason to believe that this is what happened (except, perhaps, for some ideas I have nourished about 'cognitive surveillance' of me - but that can of course be due to other factors or maybe even 'general surveillance').

My head was probably opened in 1957, according to the MRT scan of 2012.