It's a sad thing when the first thing you think of when you wake up from a nap is blogging.
As far as I know the "Coning" continues on the "Overcoming" thread at WordUp. I say "as far as I know" because I will not be getting back to it until late tonight or even tomorrow. I'm not even linking it here because I don't want to be tempted to jump in a rumble some more - with "disinterested" parties determined for me to agree with them that I'm a "wack-job". It's better to let the gang play - and then come back and clear out the trash all at once. Sitcks and stones. My last comment was posted very early this morning . . . after I got in from a neonatal resuscitation/ship-out during the night.
Had to go back to the hospital this morning (after no sleep for well over 24 hours), and have only just gotten up from a two-hour nap that wasn't really a good nap. I'm too wired - the kind of wired where your ears ring.
I had an MRI a couple of days ago . . . actually two MRI's . . one of my left knee and one of my lower back. I threw out my back the day before I went back to work in early January - lifting boxes at home. Within hours of that happening, my knee started to burn and ache - for no apparent reason. For several days, I was so stiff and sore, I could barely move. Regular readers will remember that I just got out of a walking boot (over the holidays) for a torn right ankle ligament (which I don't think has completely healed). The knee, in particular, has been giving me a fit - we were expecting a ligament tear - something that might require yet another date with a surgeon.
(The hospital were I am working is really racking up on my MRI's).
My back is fine - some mild degenerative changes that are not much to write home about. No significant disc issues. But, to my utter amazement, there were no torn ligaments (I was expecting a torn medical meniscus), but instead a sprained anterior cruciate ligament and a hairline fracture of the medial/proximal tibia. I'm not quite sure how the hell that happened (there is no history of injury). But it explains a lot.
Surgery is not required. The ACL and break should heal with some time and TLC. I am in a fairly magnificent knee brace now (it actually feels very good - sturdy and warm) . I've got to pull out the cane again. It's just so stupid and annoying.
My brother (who just had his hip replaced) thinks its hysterical. Big sis is such a crip.
Well, I must depart from the blogs and get on with the rest of a packed day. Cone and his friends can wait. But I will be back.
I've stopped running from bullies - be they in mill towns - or the blogosphere.
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Actually, Mary......you're way too nice to the slimeballs.
Try giving them the Bubba treatment they so royally deserve.
Considering the state of arrogance that dwells there, that's the only thing that actually causes those bottom-feeding schlubs pay attention.
Chuckle. They could not hang with "the Bubba treatment" - could they? Had to ban you.
It's amazing to me how a small mob can so viciously gang up on someone like that - and in their narrow minds, they think the someone they're ganging up on (who is trying her hardest to respond in measured and reasonable tones) is coming off as the "crazy" bad girl.
Maybe I am. But in terms of my reputation in Asheboro - or any chance I might have of ever coming back, the ONLY way that's going to happen is if the dirtballs running Randolph Hospital are brought to their knees. They left me with very very little to lose. It was actually pretty stupid - a very bad long-term business decision.
This is my life and reputation on the Internet - for the whole world to see. I will pull the arrows out of my chest and fling them back in spades.
Cone will be Cone. But I must say, I am rather disappointed in Spag. He says he feels "emapathy" but keeps right on with the slams. I don't know why - except maybe that I challenged his legal expertise/prowess and he's pissed off. I've answered his questions very thoroughly - over and over again.
Yet he's never effectively countered the questions posed I've posed to him . . . the biggest one being, why is it exactly, that I am supposed to just get over perjury/contempt and fraud - especially when it cost me so much?
I am going to hang with the thread for as long as the Coneheads want to sling - checking in at least once a day. I can answer and parse and counter as long as they want to do this. But I am not backing down. And frankly, this time they've gone WAY too far and really pissed me off.
"Tru", in particular, does not seem to understand that he/she has already dug a fairly deep hole - not only for him/herself but perhaps even for the employer he/she defends - especially if that employer sat on that damned, useless, amoral RH Board of Directors.
As I said, this thread may shortly have its uses. Let them spew.
They may actually be helping me.
And that would kill them:)
Remember one thing: None of this matters.
What you are doing is very brave.
Thank you for that, Fec. I needed something nice to ponder on the four hour drive home tonight.
Oh, and you just made me cry.
"Remember one thing: None of this matters."
Absolutely right.
And none of them ultimately matters, either.
You are under no obligation to be accountable to them for your beliefs, Mary.
The problem seems to be, Bubba, that I am supposed to be accountable for things I did not do eleven years ago . . . and that I've tried to be accountable in all the things I've had to do to try and right that wrong . . .
. . yet no one else in this sad saga is accountable for anything.
And that's just fine with Cone & company.
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