The problem was A) Inmates try anything to get a risse (no pun intended) out of nurses looking at their genitals! I did not look but his claim on time could have been grossly exaggerated, B) His complaint was he had pain upon urinating C) he waited for the next sick call to see about it knowing we had medical coverage 24/7 D) He kept laughing during the emergency hospital visit (a make shift Er in the infirmary) so I did not think his complaint was legitimate – The outcome was there was no policy stating erections over 4 hours go to ER, there would not have been any other treatment than an inplant whether the time. His lawyer was extremely frustrated during the deposition not being able to trap me into saying things like: How many urinary infections have you diagnosed (answer) None I am a nurse not a diagnostician, ok, How many urinary infections have you prescribed medication for (answer) None I am a nurse not a diagnostician,. This one totally bypassed my logic: do you watch NASCAR? what?
I told my lawyer I was a little hard of hearing and he told the opposing lawyer so the deposition started with him yelling at me until I raised my hand and when allowed to speak I said, “I am hard of hearing not DEAF and your volume is intimidating to me” He told the stenographer do not put that in the record but he did. When I reread the deposition I get a few chuckles, especially when I was terrified pre depo. However when I felt myself getting the upper hand I gained momentum. My lawyer and his paralegal asked for a break towards the end and told me he had done so because the other lawyer was loosing it shortly after we went back it ended. Of course on the off the record time the two lawyers exchanged penus remarks -apparently this is a hot topic for legal issued in correctional field.
Well I guess $250,000 made the pain and suffering worth it.
Judy
Lawsuit……. for penis distress dismissed – Thank God!
•July 6, 2012 • Leave a CommentMy conflicted dog
•July 6, 2012 • Leave a CommentJessie is a very conflicted female with gender, sexual and breed identities. She is the only female dog that I know who lifts her leg to piddle. She thinks she is a Pit Bull rather than a Lhasa apso. She sounds like she would rip a leg off if given the chance but in truth she will turn tail(literally) and run the other way. When she was younger she had a stuffed purple monkey and then a green frog both which were as big as she. She would go to the creature grab it by its neck run across the room and jump on the sofa stuffed animal still in her grip. Then she would pull it up , press it on the back cushion and grab it with her front paws and ride it. To say the least it was embarrassing when I had company and my girlfriend and her husband both roared to see this performance. I do not think they have dog therapists and even if they did I could not afford it.
She also thinks I am her pet and she the owner. A pure alpha female who believes I am her litter mate. She is still a hoot. I watched America’s funniest videos and a chow Chihuahua who walked on its front feet with rear legs up in the air walked and urinated leaving a zig zag water line behind it – won $100,000 can you imagine. I need to get my video camera up and running especially when she tries to dry my hair with her coat.
Malpractice Insurance
•July 6, 2012 • 1 CommentThey approved it this morninng- so much for playing ostrich with my head in the sand. I needed to face the music, bared the lion in his den etc and with a nudge from the housemate I played nag for two days and it is in place. Hoorah!
Pictures of me and Jessie now on my profile
•July 6, 2012 • Leave a CommentGood morning world!
I am on my second cup of coffee and have not reallt started to think about what I am doing for the day-I called to make certain the malpractice insurance company got my fax regarding the settlement for NYS not against me. They got it and are sending an email to the underwriters to expedite their decision. I have other things in place like medical exam done complete with titers for measles etc. I just need to go to Staffing agency and run thru their paperwork and reading requirements. I am eager to get to work. Being retired is a drag and I am bored to tears. I need to be with people and give care to them (whether they want it or not). That was just a little off handed humor.
I have walked the dog and checked my email, Facebook and dashboard and soon will be ready to dabble with paints. I do not like getting frustrated with my abilities painting ex. A couple of days ago I started a painting of a night scene at the ocean humph. Too dark and cannot get the colors right so I put aside and may go back to it at a later date –this sometimes makes a difference.
When I say “being retired is not for me” I wish to clarify this statement. Since I was a very young girl of maybe 13 or so I have worked in the family business, then nursing. I had my children (four in five years) and continued to work at first part time and then full time. The only time I took off was when my youngest, Brian was two. He was a hand full he learned early on how remove the rails from the crib; from then on he was into all sorts of mischief. So sitting home and not feeling needed is just not for me. Oh yes during the se early years I was very active in church doing all sorts of things some which required me to take home for spare time (humph). I even did crafts like sewing, knitting and crocheting, and embroidery. I do not know how I did it.
That was then and this is now –I am running on empty. I do not get much in the way of “at a boys” unless I bore people with my arts and crafts. Some people must thing I am bizarre but if I do not show people and take pride in accomplishments how will I let others know of my talents?
Don’t rock the boat!
•July 5, 2012 • Leave a CommentThings with my daughter and her family problems have apparently straightened out and for the first time in months I heard a happier woman on the phone. She and the gang went to see the fireworks as a family and her husband is again home.
The situation was started about four months ago when the oldest (16) made allegations of rape allegedly as a rebellion to her mother’s refusal to ok her plan to spend the weekend with her boyfriend. She walked out of the house and went to police dept. Blam (as Emeril would say) the proverbial “Sh*t hit the fan”. Everything went downhill from there. Long story shortened: She spent time in Juvenile detention for threatening to kill her mother and after being place on suicide watch was placed on antidepressants. When she returned home she was a different kid. She starting following the rules and helping with household chores and is minimally “mouthing off”( this is a teenage thing-I guess). Ashley went to lawyer to state she made these claims in anger and “they were not true”. Whether or not true the situation was out of hand-I guess we will never know.
It is my philosophy to look at bad situations and extract the good that can be found from the lessons learned:
- Ashley was depress for years and is now showing signs of progress- she volunteered to give blood to help others who needed help.
- The family is undergoing therapy
- Dad is home and Rebecca is happy to see her father after all of this time
- Carol has realized some good things about give and take
- I am trying to keep my mouth shut and not offer advice except in the situation of stopping the antidepressants –both Carol and Ashley want them to be stopped- I say NO it has helped her to get back on track why rock the boat?
Update: Housemate saga continued.
•July 5, 2012 • Leave a CommentUpdate: my housemate has a replacement vehicle which runs and the old one has been sold and removed from the driveway. I have regained my freedom and independence and so the celebration of July 4th Independence Day meant much more to me. I actually do not have any other issues that are major (the refrigerator but not as urgent). I do not care where he is or when he gets in – my car was the issue. Now if I run out of gas it is because I did it and I do not have to ask when to expect it. I thank you God for giving me the where withal to manage this problem in a respectful and civil manner. I even think he has more respect for what I am doing and feeling.
The other issues of the jobs unfinished are a bother too but not my issue. My friend Greta will be here with expectations to see the completed work in 11 days and I will be putting my head into the sand and burrowing into the cubby with Jess to avoid the fireworks. Regardless of how much I tell myself about “not my problem” I still am feeling it is since I told her of some of the work he has done. To the contrary my friends have adamantly said “not your problem”.
Another 4th of July but this one better.
•July 5, 2012 • Leave a Comment
Last night Jessie spent the night in her “cubby” between the fireworks and the thunder she was stressed out. Suddenly she knows the new word “cubby”. I have been concerned about her growing fear a bit like Marley in the book Marley and Me. Not yet as extreme but still upsetting. It is also a little less cold in there. I like to sleep in a cold room with cold sheets and pillows and so the AC is on at least thru the hot summer nights. In the winter I am sleeping with the window open about 3-4 inches. I snuggled up in my own cubby or cocoon like covering. It provides a more restful and peaceful sleep.
For the first time in years I went out and did something on the 4th. I was invited to go to a friend’s house and sit and chat while we waited to go to a West Indies picnic. It did not get rolling until after I left but it was very pleasant and I had some degree of socialization. Of course I left to go home early because my owner and master (Miss Jess) was waiting for my return. This does not sit well with some of my friends -“a dog is running your life. “But she is much more for me, she is a constant in my life and her unconditional love is wonderful.
QVC keeps me company while I am typing or painting
•July 4, 2012 • Leave a CommentThe other day two hosts were incessantly chatting and laughing but it was like listening to chickens cackling. I guess I finally had enough and turned to the weather channel. I was an addict of QVC when I was working and had money. At one point I had about 40 pair of underpants -“why”? You ask I do not know. I had ten watches of different colors to go with my different work clothes. I even bought my first computer from them. Funny I had no clue as to what to do with it. I had a floppy disk that was not floppy but hard and I thought it went in the tower so I took the outside off and started looking for where to place it. My son David said “mom put the casing back on the tower it goes in the front thru the slot-oh well that was many moons ago and i have learned much thru taking courses and general “fly by night ” education. I am a sucker for a good sales pitch and they have some great things. Recently I allowed myself the luxury of ordering a four pack of bras since I only had two (one black and one white). The hooks kept stretching and I had problems getting the hooked properly. These are sport like bras and comfortable I can even sleep in them and they feel okay. The “girls” do not sneak out of their place when turning.
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