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Greetings
Visitor: For all the brightness in Life there is many times
a Dark Side. My website www.newpath4.com is By & Large dedicated to
"Good Things A-Coming" ! but there is uhm just
a little UNFINISHED BUSINESS:
An
open letter to Roanoke doctors | no matter where they crawl:
Overall
I appreciated your letter to the Roanoke Times.
However,
I would beg to draw exception with your
glowing
ideas of our medical professionals.
My
experience has been far different my entire life.
My
experience of not being properly treated led me to
have
2 accidents, both of which nearly killed me in the '80's.
Your
glowing inclusion of Worker's Compensation belies
your
never having been treated as a suicide after having an
accident.
The wonderful Worker's Compensation Board denied
my
family compensation for over 5 months back in 1989 because
they
thought my accident was an attempted suicide, mostly
because
I had been found to be bipolar.
Why
didn't I know I was bipolar before 1989 at 37 years of age? Indeed.
Why didn't I know I had a serious thyroid disorder where my thyroid was making
hormones that my body could not use? Indeed again.
Because
none of the doctors I had ever seen in my life had given
a
flying U-know-what that's why! Last week I completed writing
my
expose of the wonderful, wonderful system you are patting yourselves
on
the back over. You'll find it if you want to read it because I put it onto
the
Internet for everyone the WORLD OVER not just in the little ROANOKE VALLEY.
My
pages are an indictment of the American
Medical
Community of which you all are part.
And
parcel.
I
pulled punches a little in my website.
I didn't blast the medical community for discriminating against me as a man.
I see that women are living very much longer than men and no one seems to be
making the connection. I have. I had a doctor in Bedford,
a woman doctor. On one visit where I had multiple complaints (I do that sometimes
because the one accident that almost killed me was a 1,000 lb. bale that hit
me 3 times as it fell), I told her of a 1/2 inch long lump in my crotch area
that had appeared suddenly. As my 3 minutes with her were about up, she
sez to me "We'll look at it on your next visit.".
So
if you actually take time to read my 2 pages regarding
medical treatment in the United States of America, understand that THIS
MAN has been observing of lumps, cancers, etc. and especially
so since my Mom, her sister, and my Dad's sister all died of multiple cancers.
And the doctors don't give a "van damme". So I condemn you all
and I condemn your system. And if, IF,
I ever get a chance to drop any of you into a Court of Law I will do so at feather's
drop.
You
treat women real good. That's GREAT if you're a women. But
the rest of you go about making commercials for TV that make men look like sloths
hanging from trees, as much accusing us of being stupid Neanderthals too stupid
to know if we're sick, then too egotistical or ashamed to say anything to a
doctor about it... MAKING OUR EARLY DEATHS OUT TO BE OUR FAULT!
I beg to differ there. And I continue to differ. My last doctor never bothered
to give me any kind of treatments or help I needed; apparently my diagnosis
of being bipolar (pathologically depressed) causes every
doctor I see to AUTOMATICALLY RELEGATE ME TO BEING A HYPOCHONDRIAC.
Quite frankly I am sick of it. I'm sick of being maligned as a man on the TV. I'm
sick from doctors not treating me. I have many lumps in my chest that my doctor
never found because he/she never gave a "van damme".
I
have been written off. The only thing I lack for is a headstone.
So I decided there friend that before I go down in ignominious
defeat and shame like a flaming American Kamikaze that I would take as many
of you with me as I could, exposing you all for what you are. Not just
in Roanoke, not just in the Roanoke Valley, and not just in Virginia. And I
didn't bother with getting a lawyer or finding a sympathetic judge which is,
of course, an impossibility for a MAN to find anyway... (conflict
of interest - most
Judges are MARRIED) and I took you all to the mat in one fell
swoop across the Planet with this Internet.
When I finish
with the AMERICAN "DOCTOR" you'll be making less than veterinarians. If
I die at the hands of doctors, by the time I do die your children will be
as hungry as mine were when the vaunted Worker's "Constipation" Boared
treated me like a FAKER and tried to starve my children
to force me back to work 5+ months after a 1,000 pound bale slid down my back.
Your
letter to the Times was a waste of your time.
BTW, I have
discussed with Commune Hospital my views on them refusing to give me copies
of MY scans.
They
continue to stonewall me. They suffer the same attitude of most of you "professionals",
that we'unz out here be idiots and you'inz over there possess all the knowledge.
So if you want to impress me, tell the pedagogue anti-rights idiots there at
the hospital that all they have to do is SCAN the SCANS on a SCANNER
and e-mail them 2 me. I don't have to have specialized software or UNIX
to get my scans as that was just one of their objections to ME having
pictures of MY head. Sexism? Sexual discrimination? Professional
elitism? I've been the victim of it all the American Bourgeosie
Doctors I can stand ... Costanza.
but I'm
not going to let you all off so easy as one single DAY IN SOME ISOLATED BACKWOODS
ROANOKE COURT. When I finish with you, you're going to wish I had simply sued.
I am extending my scope far beyond a Judge looking at me, seeing
a large MAN, and ruling against me; The
World is become witness to you all LETTING ME DIE and, additionally, HEAPING
SHAME ON ME PUBLICLY IN TV COMMERCIALS BECAUSE I AM A MAN.
THE
WORLD IS YOUR JUDGE NOW.
You
can take that to the bank.
Beware doctors.
Many other men are sick of you too.
I am not alone.
And contrary to the medical community's BELIEF,
MEN are not
idiots/stupid/quitters/, or /Neanderthals like your TV
commercials
accuse us of being... and we all over here resent that.
We also btw
resent you using our monies to pay for commercials
AIMED AGAINST
US !
Our fingers
don't drag the floor either ;
WE
FOUND KEYBOARDS.
Sincerely,
Woodrow M.
Riley
Copyrighted
Author
Patented Inventor
Multiple Head
Trauma Survivor
Internet Street
Fighter
For all the doctors
in my lifetime who have abused me and left me for dead, and just in case lest
anyone forget, I hereby publicly and openly
condemn only ONE DOCTOR
who thought I could not handle the sight of blood. One doctor who thought
I was weak. One doctor who knew he could keep me from
my wife's side during the birth of our first child. THE ONE SINGLE
DOCTOR WHO MANAGED TO GET HIS WAY EVEN THO HIS KEEPING ME FROM MY WIFE's SIDE
LAID THE SEEDS FOR DIVORCE LATER:
Hello
Dr. Robert W. Wisman 1506 Franklin Rd.
SW Roanoke, VA 540-345-8124
My van broke down
in front of your office one day and at that time I thought of running you
over, but even though I was bipolar, weak, & my thyroid problem un-medicated,
my faith in my GOD prevented me from doing anything against you. Beware,
Dr. Wisman, the One you will see after me, the One who is coming, will Judge
you.
The One you will meet is not weak or sick like I was; I assure you Sir you
will have a very fair trial. The pain and hardship
you sought to inflict on me -which did indeed help destroy my life-
will be your load to carry for Eternity. It's been 30 years since. I
forgive you but I do not forget you. You made yourself
my enemy...oh how easily you dispatched me
in your ARROGANCE.
(btw, the
long time you procrastinated in delivering my son caused him to have Petit
Mal seizures, the marks you left on my son's head, they healed, the
prolongated delivery that traumatized my wife during your wonderful care and
the emotional scarring lasted a long time... well, gee DOKTOR,
I JUST WANTED TO SAY THANK YOU FOR BEING THERE FOR
US IN OUR TIME OF NEED.)
That
IS my Finished Business: What about soldiers
in Iraq committing suicide? What about Doctors knowing their job? There is
More unfinished business that isn't just my business.