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Update from.....Izzy
Izzy_*now*:
Well, I let the Opposition have at me for 2 hours of questions.
I never felt once that he was setting me up, to trip me up, and all went well.
I went into full tremor mode of shakes and stutters, when describing my seeing the x-ray of my non-union and the femoral head shrunken and gray that to be removed and "just thrown into the garbage".
No one told me what to wear so I followed from the other Physiatrist visit and wore a white sleeveless pullover and shorts (with pantyhose for the cold, and my winter jacket. He did about 15 minutes of testing my arms and legs, but did he ever have a pile of books there on my case! He said he still had to go through them. Nevertheless, as I spoke he was nodding etc. (in essence agreeing with me like he already knew what my answer would be.) and as time went on I felt that he had had more than a week to review all that material as *I* had only a week's notice about him. Suspicious me--- that the Vancouver trip was a test?????? and to pass it, I wouldn't be able to go!
I had parked my car right across from his office window and didn't know it until I was leaving. I didn't dare look back to see if he was watching, as it was too close for even a sneak peek, so I did as usual and drove off.
Meanwhile, I wrote to the kinesiologist and canceled our pool therapy. There is no place for me to get dressed and undressed, like a BED!!! I cannot do it sitting on a narrow bench in a change room. I Cc'd my lawyer and his Assistant and realize now, just now, how limited my outside activities will be, from planning that useless trip to preparing for hydrotherapy. (Actually it was Karla who made this clear, as she went to the pool, as it's near where she lives, took pictures and emailed them to me.) When I had hydrotherapy the first round, I was in the Rehab hospital with my own bed and could get into my swin suit, wrap in a sheet, go down, 2 guys would lift me in and out, come back wet wrapped in same sheet to my bed to dry off and redress.
I mentioned the Vancouver trip to this Dr. and said that I google mapped the address to find that it was 8 steps from the sidewalk to the first floor. I was "playing that I was a little innocent of the connection between him and ICBC and letting him know that I was no dumb frail grannie!"
I also had my chance, as I doubt this is going to Court, to--he brought her up first--- mention the OT from ICBC, and about my stolen wheelchair and that ICBC wouldn't loan me one, an 18" one that would be condusive to my swollen thigh, until I turned over my damaged one, but it was "gone"! (I spoke again as tho' there was no connection with what he was doing and what the OT didn't do and how I had to use a rickety old 16" inch chair, then demonstrated how close my hip/thigh is to the tire when the chair arm is flipped out of the way--that it was the only chair and was impossible to roll in it without the tire hitting my incision, that when it began to redden I took a picture. I could tell he was hearing something he hadn't known!
He agreed that this was a convoluted case, and I realize there are SO many details that I cannot think of everthing at once. Sso each Physiatrist has info that I forgot with the other one, yet it is all documented.
Now I wait for whatever responses from my letter and reports!!
Iz
Hopalong:
Oh you have done such a GOOD job, Izzy.
I think just telling the truth, along with your careful details as you do, is working.
No conspiracy or spycraft really sounds needed.
xxoo
Hops
Twoapenny:
Well done Iz. In our situation, I got to the point where I realised, whatever happened, I'd told the truth and acted with good intentions - unlike some of the others who were involved. You sound like you did yourself proud and you can look yourself in the eye and know you've been honest, dignified and you did your best. Fingers crossed.
Izzy_*now*:
Hey Hops and Tupp,
Thank you.
It all feels right, being that there is only one truth--except I could say there is my truth of sleeping and hallucinating while wasted on drugs, and the staff's truth that I was meanwhile punching someone in the eye, but the list of drugs given to me will be the tie-breaker for two truths.
Nevertheless, and I've used this word 'dignified' (as have you Tupp) that as a walker I was tall and dignified, as a first time in a wheelchair user, I sat tall and straight, dressed well and was dignified. Now the tremors in public can make me appear undignified, as does a crooked leg (not being able to keep my knees together), and to try to change clothes in a female change room can make me appear undignified, and I told the Dr. yesterday, that being undignified is not my choice in public. This accident has brought that about and being at home assures me that no one will know how undignified I can appear.
There was no talk of an attendant so I chose to dress for the occasion, as I said, rather than have to change, or some unknown, while there.
***They can investigate me all they want but had better not go back too far when I went to bed with my boyfriend's friend and lost both of them--- now that is cheating and cheating is like lying and once the revelation, some mud sticks! Think after over 53 years I am cleansed?***
xxoo
Izzy
Hopalong:
Ahh bless you, Izz. Your dignity is inherent and no posture, no inability, will ever take it away.
(I couldn't read the yellow type...too light...)
hugs
Hops
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