Interesting read...you are/were one of those persons who could here a piece of music and reproduce it exactly. I wish I had that God given talent..Me struggling with solfege ear tuning. I play rock music on Fender and keep having to relearn a song at 74 yrs get into muscle memory months later. I used to know someone with same skill and was amazed.
You have many talents and a shame that pharmaidiotas forced you out from a profession that you excelled at..Im blown reading your exposes of all things= poison jabs....You should get Nobel prize for medical science.
Thanks, Michael. The weird thing is that when you grow up doing things it’s just how you are. I didn’t know my reading was unusual until 8th grade when a new English teacher asked me to give her 3X5 cards with books I had read. Since last year, I asked. No, any books, she said. So I her a big stack with two or three authors and titles on each side. She told me in the class, “You lie. No one your age could have read this many books.” I told her that was just part of the science fiction I’d read since the summer before 7th grade. She asked why I’d stopped with L’Engle. I said because I had run out of time. I told her to give me any author and title and I’d give her a quick précis. She declined but later realized I was telling her the truth. The problem with school all the way through high school was that it got in the way of my reading.
Remember the recent story by that moronic academic claiming that parents reading to their kids was giving them an “unfair advantage” over other kids?
I never knew a time that I could not read because our mom read to us every night from the time we were infants and gradually we followed her finger along the text hearing what she said with what we saw on the page. Then with her letting us guess key words as we came to them, showing us how to sound out words, and so on. Going to kindergarten and first grade was a real drag. “See Dick run. Run, run, run. Run, Dick, run.” I was already able to sound out a lot of other things involving Dick in the Woolworths mens restroom. And the books I was getting every week from the library were WAY more interesting and enjoyable than anything at school.
It wasn’t until the TBI that I realized what that saying meant about not knowing what you had until it was gone.
At least I’m now able to resume things with the doctors at the Shirley Ryan Ability Labs since I’m no longer under the thumbs of some of the medical providers from my university who worked quite hard to prevent me from getting an outside second opinion.
I found out later why that was: they were already being sued by at least two parties over something similar to what they had done to me. My attorneys were ignoring all that because they had already told me not to go back to my own doctors about the TBI because their doctors would take of that. So it was not in their interests to mount a medical practice case that would demonstrate that their instructions to not return to my doctors (the actual doctors, not the PhD and her boss) was malfeasance on their part. Their doctors agreed with my doctors but their recommendations were not acted upon.
Why? Because, as I came to understand, the bulk of their work involved getting as many people into the “whiplash injury” pipeline as possible. Why? It gave them the greatest consistent pay-off with least amount of time invested for nuisance suits that were almost always settled out of court.
A trial over a TBI requires a lot more work and had a less certain outcome, so they just didn’t include certain injuries in the primary complaint, and to keep that concealed (along with telling clients not to return to their own doctors), they did things like altering answers to interrogatory questions without my knowledge or permission after submitting them with the affidavit and before they had forwarded them to the opposing counsel. I discovered that in the course of the deposition. I told the opposing counsel and his boss that as officers of the court they were obligated to report malfeasance like that to the judge.
And when it finally came to a hearing via Zoom in the days of Covid to hear, I was told, from the judge the details of a proposed settlement, the attorney told me not to worry about using Zoom because she’d call and patch me in. Except she didn’t.
So when the judge asked her why I wasn’t present, she told him it was because I had refused the settlement offer; you know, the one I was waiting to hear about as instructed by her?
Then they filed a motion to be withdrawn from the case and after five years of them dicking around, running out the clock, switching us from attorney to attorney, losing documents, getting them replaced by me, filing incorrect things with the court, etc, I was left with nothing but the possibility of a Throckmorton case—if I could find an attorney. But no attorney is required to take a case. So they have a fairly good set up.
The law (written by others of their kind) provides them a constant stream of damaged and desperate people and they can just pick and choose those who will give them the greatest return for the least amount of effort. It sounds like a very sophisticated scam of long-standing (see Jarndyce versus Jarndyce in Dickens’ Bleak House).
In the end I saw three different parties, the attorneys representing the guy who ran into us and totaled my vehicle, my attorneys who deliberately excluded relevant details, medical and otherwise, to minimize their workload and to cover their malfeasance, and some of my medical providers already being sued and trying to cover things up, acting like a circle of jerks all engaging in acts of commensal CYA for their own interests and against mine.
Enjoyed this immensely. I never got proficient, but still have an Atari ST running Cubeat and a Roland MT32 and floppy disks with my noodles saved. Managed to get 5 songs demo'd in 1997 to CD. Music means so much. My parents were Deaf British Sign Language users so later exposure and access than most.
Interesting read...you are/were one of those persons who could here a piece of music and reproduce it exactly. I wish I had that God given talent..Me struggling with solfege ear tuning. I play rock music on Fender and keep having to relearn a song at 74 yrs get into muscle memory months later. I used to know someone with same skill and was amazed.
You have many talents and a shame that pharmaidiotas forced you out from a profession that you excelled at..Im blown reading your exposes of all things= poison jabs....You should get Nobel prize for medical science.
Thanks, Michael. The weird thing is that when you grow up doing things it’s just how you are. I didn’t know my reading was unusual until 8th grade when a new English teacher asked me to give her 3X5 cards with books I had read. Since last year, I asked. No, any books, she said. So I her a big stack with two or three authors and titles on each side. She told me in the class, “You lie. No one your age could have read this many books.” I told her that was just part of the science fiction I’d read since the summer before 7th grade. She asked why I’d stopped with L’Engle. I said because I had run out of time. I told her to give me any author and title and I’d give her a quick précis. She declined but later realized I was telling her the truth. The problem with school all the way through high school was that it got in the way of my reading.
Remember the recent story by that moronic academic claiming that parents reading to their kids was giving them an “unfair advantage” over other kids?
I never knew a time that I could not read because our mom read to us every night from the time we were infants and gradually we followed her finger along the text hearing what she said with what we saw on the page. Then with her letting us guess key words as we came to them, showing us how to sound out words, and so on. Going to kindergarten and first grade was a real drag. “See Dick run. Run, run, run. Run, Dick, run.” I was already able to sound out a lot of other things involving Dick in the Woolworths mens restroom. And the books I was getting every week from the library were WAY more interesting and enjoyable than anything at school.
It wasn’t until the TBI that I realized what that saying meant about not knowing what you had until it was gone.
At least I’m now able to resume things with the doctors at the Shirley Ryan Ability Labs since I’m no longer under the thumbs of some of the medical providers from my university who worked quite hard to prevent me from getting an outside second opinion.
I found out later why that was: they were already being sued by at least two parties over something similar to what they had done to me. My attorneys were ignoring all that because they had already told me not to go back to my own doctors about the TBI because their doctors would take of that. So it was not in their interests to mount a medical practice case that would demonstrate that their instructions to not return to my doctors (the actual doctors, not the PhD and her boss) was malfeasance on their part. Their doctors agreed with my doctors but their recommendations were not acted upon.
Why? Because, as I came to understand, the bulk of their work involved getting as many people into the “whiplash injury” pipeline as possible. Why? It gave them the greatest consistent pay-off with least amount of time invested for nuisance suits that were almost always settled out of court.
A trial over a TBI requires a lot more work and had a less certain outcome, so they just didn’t include certain injuries in the primary complaint, and to keep that concealed (along with telling clients not to return to their own doctors), they did things like altering answers to interrogatory questions without my knowledge or permission after submitting them with the affidavit and before they had forwarded them to the opposing counsel. I discovered that in the course of the deposition. I told the opposing counsel and his boss that as officers of the court they were obligated to report malfeasance like that to the judge.
And when it finally came to a hearing via Zoom in the days of Covid to hear, I was told, from the judge the details of a proposed settlement, the attorney told me not to worry about using Zoom because she’d call and patch me in. Except she didn’t.
So when the judge asked her why I wasn’t present, she told him it was because I had refused the settlement offer; you know, the one I was waiting to hear about as instructed by her?
Then they filed a motion to be withdrawn from the case and after five years of them dicking around, running out the clock, switching us from attorney to attorney, losing documents, getting them replaced by me, filing incorrect things with the court, etc, I was left with nothing but the possibility of a Throckmorton case—if I could find an attorney. But no attorney is required to take a case. So they have a fairly good set up.
The law (written by others of their kind) provides them a constant stream of damaged and desperate people and they can just pick and choose those who will give them the greatest return for the least amount of effort. It sounds like a very sophisticated scam of long-standing (see Jarndyce versus Jarndyce in Dickens’ Bleak House).
In the end I saw three different parties, the attorneys representing the guy who ran into us and totaled my vehicle, my attorneys who deliberately excluded relevant details, medical and otherwise, to minimize their workload and to cover their malfeasance, and some of my medical providers already being sued and trying to cover things up, acting like a circle of jerks all engaging in acts of commensal CYA for their own interests and against mine.
Enjoyed this immensely. I never got proficient, but still have an Atari ST running Cubeat and a Roland MT32 and floppy disks with my noodles saved. Managed to get 5 songs demo'd in 1997 to CD. Music means so much. My parents were Deaf British Sign Language users so later exposure and access than most.