Sayeth "Bob" Morrison: "I Hope You Will Have A Happy And Healthy 2008"

A few weeks ago, in the throwaway mail, I got an invitation from Randolph Hospital to a CME event . . . through the local medical society, I think, but I won't swear to it.

I won't swear to it because I threw the thing out in disgust as it touted "fellowship" amongst the local medical staff. I've had quite enough of Randolph Hospital's peculiar brand of medical "fellowship": Former colleagues who cannot even look me in the eye (much less say "Hello") at church or at the mall. Former so-called "friends/mentors" brush off what I'm doing with this blog (and what they did not do to stop it when they could/should have) by telling the locals, "Well, Mary's a little wacky".

That's really funny. Because one of this particular doctor-big-gun's partners called the "wacky" lady doctor for help with an extreme premie even after the hospital threw her out on the street for standing up one night and facing down threats and intimidation.

I couldn't have been that "wacky", if they wanted me to help them (yet again) with a patient. What would calling "the wacko" say about their own medical judgment?

I couldn't help anyone that night in 1998. My malpractice insurance had been cancelled even though I was technically still employed (it was fixed after the fact of what happened that night). But that's a subject for a whole nuther post.

On January 20th, I sent an e-mail to Robert Morrison, CEO of Randolph Hospital . . . sending my annual request for IRS 990's on RMA and Randolph Hospital . . . public records containing financial information that he swore under Oath were "highly confidential" back in the lawsuit days.

I keep meaning to update the salaries page on the Asheboro Pediatrics website, but somehow never get around to it. I'm not sure I asked for them last year . . . there was a lot going on this time last year. No matter.

I know I can get the information off Guidestar now.

These days, I get copies of the returns pretty much when I ask for them. I mean, I've already been swindled, and no one has done thing one about it. So what does it really matter to "Bob" and company?

Send her the info. Let her rant.

Getting the hospital's "Healthlink" newsletter was a bit of a battle for a while. I was off the mailing list . . . then back on . . . then off again . . . then back on. It was all a tad silly. It's online now anyway.

But I figure I'm a tax-payer, so I'm kind of entitled to get that bit of fluff in the mail. It's just loaded with great material for the blog (that I've yet to use because I have not had the time). For instance, "Health-care heroes" is just a loaded topic.

Let the hospital buy the (bulk-mail) stamp.

Here's what my e-mail to "the Emperor" said:

If you don't mind, please mail a copy of your latest copies of those public records (i.e. IRS 99o's) to my home address.

And, I've made this request before: Please ask your staff not to send any invitations to local medical events/CME (especially those touting "fellowship") to me - or Asheboro Pediatrics.

I, of course, would like to continue getting the Healthlink.

Thank you.

Mary H. Johnson, M.D.

Now "Bob" must have been on an expensive retreat . . . or more likely had to run the request by his ethically-challenged lawyers to figure out a clever way to respond to this perpetual fly in his doctor-ointment . . . because it took all week to reply.

This was his response:

We will send them to you. I am also forwarding your request to be removed from mailing lists other than Health link to those who so the mailing. I hope that you will have a happy and healthy 2008.

Bob

And this was my response to that (I've corrected a typo here):

Of course you do, "Bob". Don't swear to it under Oath.

Not that it matters at all . . . to your or those in your hospital "fellowship".

On a bit of a vacation from hard-core blogging, and (honestly) with a desire to please others (and "fit in" to their notions of what I should do and be), I've been neglecting the things and subjects that are central to this blog's existance . . . things that matter to me. I need to get back with the program.

I need to really pull back that veil.

And "Bob" needs to be careful what he wishes for. Because what makes me "happy" will not make him happy.

He should have thought about that when he lied. Over and over again. Under Oath. To get everything he wanted . . . and dominate his little corner of the medical world.

My home.