Yeah, yeah, I know. I forgot the Friday feature. Here's a link.
The break has been nice. I got a lot done this week. And it was a very busy weekend - hosting a gathering of the Ya.
It was only marred once . . . by driving by Bob Morrison & his family casually strolling down Viewmont. I remember thinking at the time that he must have been playing hooky, but I guess we established long ago that Morrison's position at Randolph Hospital does not depend on job performance, hard work or integrity. At least these days (as opposed to years past when he appeared to gloat), Bob sneers & scowls at me, and turns his back.
I see that as progress.
Anyway, this weekend, I spent a lot of time with a former AHS classmate that I only recently re-connected with. She has been following the blog for a little while, and it was interesting to hear her perspective both on (1) Asheboro in general ("magic" is not a word she would use) and (2) my experience at/battle with Randolph Hospital.
Her take is that, true to form, I have done everything I know how (and was raised) to do as a "Southern lady" to see some kind of justice (whatever that means) done. I've played by the rules and followed all of the proper channels for recourse/redress (that would include the journalistic ones).
Alas, because of the nature of what I am fighting against . . . and who . . . all of the doors have been slammed in my face (if they were open at all), and none of what I was always taught to do has worked.
Meanwhile people who broke all the rules have prospered and thrived - and some of them have gotten wealthy - more or less on the ignorant public's dime.
She understands the still-raw sense of betrayal and rage I feel about what Randolph did to me and (especially) why. . . given the huge practical/emotional/financial investments I made in getting my medical education . . . then coming back home and building a practice.
She admires the way I have hung in with the blogging . . . telling and re-telling the story in a methodical and detailed way . . . answering every question . . . parsing every word . . . taking all the slings and arrows from people in this blogosphere with important names & connections (like say, Cone) who, in fact, could have done something long ago to actually BE relevant . . . who could have used their name and connections to further my cause.
It was also interesting because she said she can see that over the last couple of months something has changed . . . in that I appear to be "on fire", more determined than ever, and ramping it up.
I absorbed all of this after taking phone call on Friday morning, from another friend who told me that what I was doing on the blog was very obviously turning up the heat on some of the players in this sad/sorry mill-town medical mess.
And my Mom is fielding more questions at church and from friends in the community.
People say they did not know . . . they had no idea. And I simply do not understand how that can be.
The YaYas actually brainstormed over the weekend about new ways to by-pass the Courier and N&R (who have proven themselves determined to bury this story) . . . and get the word out . . . Facebook, You-tube, Alumni websites, that sort of thing. Many good ideas were discussed.
And, of course, a lawsuit against the Medical Board and NCDHHS is becoming more and more likely with passing each day that does not find Bob Morrison and Steven Eblin in an unemployment line and/or in jail.
Randolph Hospital's senior executives are lowest form of pond scum in my book . . . and I do not care who knows it.
And on that note, Part Three is coming soon.
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