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Originally Posted by Thomas Taylor
Mr. Boone,
Thank you so much for filling us in on your genealogy. It is always good to meet a man who knows his family history.
Going back to your cuff injury, injuries really interest me as I had quite a few my self, what surgery did you have and who performed it? Normally a rotary cuff is fully functional after surgery. If it's not right you can always sue the government for malpractice. This will help you in two ways.
1. Your meager pension will be bolstered by a good settlement.
2. You can increase you tithe to a level beyond your wildest dreams.
Personally I would take option 2.
When you say your arm is service connected, what is it connected to? The internet? If so does it have a wi-fi connection ?
YIC
TT
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Thank you for you reply;
I believe the culprit of my shoulder injury had to do with caring those extremely heavy metal { thick metal at that } body armor for such a very long time every day for months on end. The tear was very bad which required cables being put in and two anchors in my bone. Ironically the injury happened to my right shoulder which was the very same shoulder i dislocated several years ago { 1988 } in an auto accident when i was a passenger in a car.
The problem was i let the injury go once coming home from over seas thinking it would iron itself out and heal, but the problem just seem to get worse over time. So last year i got it exrayed and advised me that it needed to be taken care of immediately.
I didnt go through the VA because of personnel reasons , i just don't trust them and they put me on a constant delay on appointments. Back in 2011 i had a bad experience with the VA in which i think they tried to hurt me on purpose.
One day i was on the phone with them and i was a tad upset because my disability claim that i had put in almost a year to that date was not approved yet, and in fact they told me they couldn't even find it and it would be better if i put in a new claim. Long story short, i made an off record comment about the world coming to an end and i couldn't wait untill God came to take me home to paradise. The woman i was on the phone wasn't very biblical at all, and in fact told me she took that as a suicidal threat.
Next thing you know the paramedics are at my door with an order to transfer me to the VA center in downtown Charleston SC. The first thing they did to me there was give me a shot in my arm and to tell you the truth i don't to this day even know what it was. All i do know is it made me very tired. I immediately passed out and went to sleep. About three hours later { 11
o pm around } this negro guy wearing his white doctors robe half button like he just came from a shower or awoke came to my room telling me my meds came in and to follow him to the pharmacy station. Believe when i say what ever shot they gave me it made me loopy and out of this world. I stagger down to the station and he gives me a cocktail dixie cup of what look like to be gigantic hoarse pills different weird colors.
I looked at them and they struck my attention and i was already drugged up and i stated " this does not look like my medication i am prescribed " at the time the only medicine i was taking was trazodon to help me fall asleep, so to see several in there had me concerned. He kind of took advantage of my current status by snapping at me and telling me that its ok and they are from a different pharmaceutical company and TOLD me to take it i had no choice in the matter.
Half out of it and just wanting to go back to bed i took them all at once. I went back to bed and about an hour or two later i had a sudden urge to urinate. I was so drugged up and drowsy i was really zoning badly and even thought about urinating on myself i was so far gone. But i staggard to the bathroom to the urinal and i felt VERY VERY wozzie, as if i was going to die or pass out at any moment. I had an urge to vomit but fainting was even stronger.
As i turned around to head back to me room i took maybe three steps and fell flat out { fainted } and in the process i hit my forehead on the bathroom sink...MAN lert me tell you...THAT HURT BADLY. I felt it and it actually awoke me from my fainting spell. I was bleeding heavily from my head. I remember that same negro pharmacist come into the bathroom and said, " yes its mr morly just as i thought " hmmm.
Evidently my head hit the sink so badly they head the thump all the way down the other end of the floor. I was in and out of it, passing out coming to, passing out coming to. I ended up getting 9 staples put in my head that early morning. But can you believe i was so doped up all i wanted to do was go to sleep or just stay passed out forever even with my pain and staples in my head.
After they stitched me up and put this huge patch over my eye i went back to my room and went back to sleep still feeling wozzie and in a zombie state of mind. I slept for a good four to five hours and i woke up to a sour stomach and began vomiting several times. Nurses on the floor seen this and put me on a gurney and inserted two IVs in my arm { one of those IVs was put in wrong and made my arm have a huge black and blue mark }
All i wanted to do was leave that place as i thought they were eventually were plotting to kill me, i'm dead serious. I just had a very bad feeling coming about me that those people didn't know what they were doing or just didn't care. I talked to a counselor later that day and demanded my release immediately. I told him i didn't ask to be put in here they came and forced me in here. I was very scared to say the least.
They gave me an order of release just a few hours after seeing that counselor so my stay was only two days. Which seems kind of funny for them forcing me in just long enough to dope my world up enough to have injured myself on their watch.
upon my release i just knew something wasn't right, i got treated very badly, know apologies NOTHING. I went two floors down to see a patient advocacy woman. I said to her " can you explain how a veteran gets plucked out of his home, made to be a patient, gets medicated up, and leaves a hospital with 9 staples in his head, and vomiting all over the place. " when that same veteran came in without a scratch on him.
She hands me this form and tells me to put a Monterrey amount of money damage that i want, as i'm looking over this form she is on her computer, and says " OH. wait a minute, did you put in for a disability claim "? i said i did close to a year ago. She said she had to have the form back because i couldn't have two damages on the VA at once. I later found out that was a big lie !!
She advised me to see my counselor that prescribes my home meds that i had to see every other month or so prior to this event before leaving the hospital. So i go back up two floors and i talk to my counselor who saw my eye and felt some sympathy for me. I had told him how i made a comment about the Lord coming back and they came and got me, the next i know im on the floor bleeding in the VA hospital. He said watch this, " you want your claim approved " i said of coarse i do " ..He than got on the phone and said " i am calling the folks down stairs you know " I heard him tell them on the phone that he WANTED MY CLAIM DONE NOW , WITH NO DELAY ".
He then smiled at me and told me i would have my claim in the mailbox approved in about a day or two. And i did received it the next day, 100 % disability. To tell you the truth i feel and smell something more fishy there than a catholic fish fry on a Friday. I'v said it before and i stick to my guns, to this day i feel that what i got was a " HUSH " disability claim approved in just hours after my accident. Kind of funny how just a few hours prior to my accident at that VA, the lady i was talking to on the phone said they couldn't find my claim and to start a new one. And how quick it was approved over a simple phone call just hours after my fall on their watch.
After receiving my benefits i tried a federal tort claim but no lawyer out in town wanted or didn't have the talent to go after the government under Obama at the time. I eventually let go and felt that i was good to go receiving my much needed and deserved disability and was content.
About two years later i kept hearing on foxnews that several veterans were being doped up across the country and a couple even dieing OVER THE SAME DOG GONE SITUATION THAT HAPPENED TO ME...EXACTLY THE SAME WAYS. I felt betrayed and let down by the system. and very hurt inside. Just hearing about that made my blood boil.
Here i got a horrible looking scar on my forehead and knowing i wasn't treated exactly right, i filed for a tort claim on my own without the help of a lawyer about two years after this accident/treatment. About a month later i get a denial letter saying i reached the two year deadline in which i could file a tort. That with a statement that i was treated good.. I was furious and once again felt lied to and betrayed.
I have since let all of it go as that was three year ago since the tort claim, but memories and fear of the site of the VA scares me to death...that alone is enough to give a Veteran PTSD all in itself. So you can see why i don't favor the VA when it comes to do with anything related to phisical health.
Thats why i had my shoulder surgery done from an out side orthopedicts. I
am still under physical therepy, and i only have limited movement for now.