Truth

Some Truth, Aye!

I tried to load my Tired Donkey with produce from the family farm off the plateau of Madaurus.  My 3 boys were very hungry.  But, the garth that I thought was constructed by an honest leather smith from the village with of course a license of reputable honour kept on separating until it eventually snapped.  My produce fell to the ground.  The food ended in spoil and then eaten by vultures.  My boys starved that night.  I must now reach Gluteus Maximus and demand that he locates this despicable leather smith and teach him a lesson of Roman Law and the Justinian Code.  "Off to the Colosseum as a gladiator slave!" I do say myself.

 

(x + 3) (x - 3) = x² - 9

 

TD always wished to be Apuleius' Golden Ass.  In other words, insurers, adjusters, and lawyers metamorphosed my health care and rehabilitation as a result of a Car Crash at Barrhaven, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada into a journey of criminal harassment, extortion, misleading of justice, malfeasance, and unprofessional conduct.  Not one person went to jail.  Welcome to Canada.

 

THE KNAVE WAS THE KNIGHT

Acceptance

Of Acceptance

Why did the Insurers treat me like a barren man?

Why did the Insurers treat me like a vagabond?

Why did the Insurers treat me like a loser?

Why did the Insurers treat me like a single man?

TD never accepted to rehabilitate my music talents.

TD never accepted me as a teacher of English.

TD never accepted me as a teacher of writing.

TD never accepted Paul-Robert Hipkiss.

Rehabilitation is to do things you used to do, TD.

Why must I trust such dereliction of duty?  Not!

My Tired Donkey couldn't even help me with my produce!

My 3-Boys went hungry, TD!

So-called medical professionals, many in their own right yet few, had told me that I had to one day go over a tumultuous bridge of ACCEPTANCE.

Say what?

I had to come to terms with my countless losses.  I had to accept my loss.  I understand.

It would be my only way forward.  Hard, but true.

Hey!

Not so fast there lad.

Put some brakes on that thingy.

TD must accept its loss first, then I.

Now, Tired Donkey has a broken hoof.  Darn!

MīnęPrétžeł

 

"Toe-to-Head"

Head-to-Toe? / Nah!

Toe-to-Head / Yah!

18:00, 29-10-2014 

Everything about that hour turned my life completely upside down.  

A body that has become a walking pretzel. Realistically. Yes. A walking pretzel that always has the bad habit of falling apart while in motion: standing, walking, bending, twisting, & siting - upward, downward, forward, & backward. Was sideways mentioned? Try it. Get into a Car Crash. And then, start moving. Try it. But, before that, things that will be needed may include morphine, anti-inflammatories, plus cans of Tylenol. Good luck!

DISCOVERY PERSONNEL

All I know is that I've been in pain every day since the Crash.

...off in search of stuff

...of the physical.

MīnęToe:

Yes. 

Even my big-toe on my right. 

I think I took this picture shortly after the Crash. Actually, I can't remember when I took it - shortly after the Crash. Anywho... I think I took it in 2015. But, there it is. That's what happened as well. The nail started pealing off, and then it had to be taken off manually at Somerset-West. The biggest problem other than the pain is that, the nail developed a different form so as to obstruct its natural growth prior to clipping - an ingrown to the right of sorts. The other major issue is my spine, somewhat unrelated yet seriously impacting. I have to this day a very, very hard time cutting my toe-nails. I can only bend over for short periods of time. Usually, it takes me about an hour and a half to two hours, depending on the pain and my energy level. I do have to shower prior so my nails can soften before I attempt to cut them. And that in itself takes a lot of energy - an hour or two depending. I know, eh? Just to cut my nails. But, I have to cut them. My chiro & physio need access to my foot. Mum & Dad taught me to be clean for health practitioners. Just another struggle, I guess. 

MīnęFoot: 

My abductor took flight alright.  That's for sure.

Now the abductor damaged my cuboid.

My cuboid ended up getting dislocated.

It got swollen.

All because of my dislocated sacrum.

Up or down?  Next floor...

MīnęKnee:

Yes.

Then, from the toe to the foot, now the knee.

It's like, Superman must've had a hell of a time.

My kneecap went right on me for some reason.

Perhaps during flight after the bumper hit me from behind.

Who knows?

I don't know.  Do you?

Or, maybe it happened when I landed on the ground after being catapulted to the sky.  "Look mummy, I can fly."  On the other hand,...

MīnęPelv: 

Reporting Period: 

29-10-2014 CE to 19-01-2016 CE 

Attending Physician: 

M. Yeung 

Radiologist: 

El-Khodary + Mohamed 

“narrowing of L5-S1” 

“lumbar right-side scoliosis” 

I had to read this myself.

No medical doctor ever told me.

You'd think, eh?

"Hipkiss, you need to sit straight."

"You have scoliosis, you know."

~ NOTHING ~

Not even Shawn Marshall from the Rehabilitation Centre.

What kind of doctor is he?

3 months at hospital and no-one told me.

My hip ended up getting dislocated.

I ended up with a big bulge on my right psoas.

T-12 & L-1

How can I cross the road when there's no Junction?

Oh...

No...

BloodyMīnę:

Blood in my semen.

Luckily I found out.

My psoas linked itself to my testicle.

Not a comfortable position.

Not to say the least...

Time to sit in the shade.  Ischium...

MīnęArm: 

I guess I had to land somewhere.

Why not on my elbow, eh?

MīnęXiphoid:

Reporting Period: 

29-10-2014 CE ~ 19-01-2016 CE 

Attending Physician: 

J. Leppard 

Radiologist: 

Adnan Mohammad 

“swelling overlying shoulder joint.”

My Xiphoid got pulled upward because my sternum had dislocated to the right.

MīnęOxyChamber: 

Very good therapy.

It seemed like my muscles got loosened.

Oxygen Is Love.

I couldn't get enough of it.

I ended up developing claustrophobia though.

The hospital had a better set of chambers - bigger - but I wasn't allowed to be placed on the waiting list with my OHIP card.

Professionals kept on telling that it was because there was an Insurer.

2-Tier-2 Medical System

MīnęFit:

So, I kept on walking.

The truly only way to get better.

If you can move, walk! 

MīnęHumin’bird:

A Case of Tinnitus

A constant sound in the ear.

But, it's not in the ear.

It's in the head.

The brain is all messed up.

The body is all messed up.

The shoulder is all messed up.

The spine is all messed up.

The chest is all messed up.

The hip is all messed up.

The pelvis is all messed up.

The foot is all messed up.

The toe is all messed up.

No wonder the sounds in my brain are all messed up.

My nerves have been shot.

You're plucking too hard!!!

You're plucking...

Too hard!!!

Stop?

MīnęGround-0:

So many years later - 7SEVEN7 - and still TD couldn't help me.

I must be a vagrant according to they.

Mīnę76.1 kg 

I lost approximately 25 kg.  I went from XL (extra-large) to L (large) to M (medium).  I am now a medium build.  I hope I don't get to S (small).

...continue...

Mīnę

"OFF with the HEAD"

please go to...

ABI-1 x-Ray 

peace 

Justice Denied

Je Ne Suis Pas COUPABLE 

I'll never know. 

I shall never know. 

I am never going to know. 

He'll never know. 

He will never know. 

He is never going to know. 

Gaetan J. Comeau is dead. 

He was the driver who crashed into me. 

May he rest in peace. 

ΨychoB@bble

 When Will They Learn? 

We can transplant a kidney. 

Metal bars in my cousin's leg at one time. 

A new liver - no problem. 

Heart & Lungs are transplantable, eh... 

Gender corrections or manipulations anyone? 

Yet, no-one can transplant a brain. 

When you can... 

Call me please... 

+1 (613) 366-8600 

I need a new one!

~

In memory of... 

Trood 

The primary objective of psychiatric and psychological departments from hospital rehabilitation centres' brain injury units is to determine whether or not a victimised patient is a threat to the community at large or a threat to himself or herself personally. 

Failure is not a good option.

~

"Anxiety's Bridge" 

Cars under me? 

Not the way to die! 

I Love You 

2018

"Walk-ABI-Thon" 

I can't remember exactly. 

It probably was sometime after my Hyperbaric Oxygen Chamber. 

I guess during autumn of 2018. 

I was off to see one of my boys play a nice Nepean Hockey game at Bell Arena. 

The hospital taught me how to take the bus when I was an inpatient and an outpatient. 

*-* 

As long as I look inside the bus and not outside. 

I shan't get dizzy and pass out. 

Thank you Una. 

So off I went. 

Got me an OC day-pass. 

And next thing I know. 

I'm watching a game. 

The walk was nice through the park. 

Tough getting up the hill though. 

He shoots, he scores. 

Nice game. 

The problem was the way back. 

I missed my bus. 

So, I started walking more toward the next bus stop. 

Only to miss the bus again. 

By this time, I was near Richmond Bridge at Veteran Memorial Highway. 

I walked some more. 

I started to cross the bridge. Then... All of a sudden... 

I want OFF this bridge!!! 

Why are so many cars beneath my feet frantically going from thither to hither and then beyond? 

I'm going to JUMP!!! 

^-^flash^-^ 

I thought of... 

^-  Mawt Trood  -^ 

Not the way to die! 

So, I walked some more. 

As quickly as I could. 

I walked. I walked. I walked. 

I ended at IKEA. 

I found a bus finally. 

Got to the apartment... 

& 

!!!CRASHED!!! 

Yet, I had to get better. 

I was in so much pain though. 

Really... Truthfully... Sincerely... 

All I could do was focus on getting a block away. 

Off to a different place, the Ottawa Chiropractic Heath Clinic & Physiotherapy. 

I should be in good hands. I always hoped to be. 

Because for 5 days I was practically bed-ridden. 

eat... sleep... potty... sleep... eat 

Wow! 

Yet, I began to walk more. 

Things were moving differently. 

So, I planned more walks. 

As if to train... 

Block by block... 

Journey by journey... 

Like the old-days... 

Bicycling through France... 

My 

"Walk-ABI-Thon" 

Was Born! 

TROOD SAVED MY LIFE WITH HIS 

thank you

Identification

To Educate Is To Liberate 

Awareness comes from knowledge. 

To know is to have learnt. 

Education comes in many forms. 

Go forth and multiply what is known. 

Knowing ends the bondage. 

The shackles of discrimination... 

Awareness is freedom. 

Liberty! 

;-) 

I am glad I found you. 

I totally forgot about you. 

Your purpose. 

Your mission. 

And, now that you are here. 

My forefront... 

I begin to remember. 

You taught me so much. 

You helped me understand me. 

The new me. 

Thank you Una Wallace. 

The ABI Identity Card. 

How will the community learn? 

The ABI Identity Card. 

Much more to do, I have. 

It will help. 

To teach others.

#InformationOverload #ImageDelay 

#WorkingMemory #EpilepticSeizures 

#Claustrophobia #Hypothermia  

#AnxietyAttacks #PanicAttacks 

#HypoBipolar #Trauma #Myoclonus 

I think I am missing a few. 

Yet, thank you. 

I think I wrote - Homework. 

Maybe - Spelling. 

The rest was written by therapists. 

Trying to guide me in identifying my new me. Thank you all. 

I still get confused. It's true. 

Yes. My fear. I don't understand. 

It pushes me into panic, anxiety, or even seizures. 

Working memory comes into play as well. 

Then, my greatest fear of all. 

The risk of hypo-bipolar turning into full fledged bipolar. 

The result is only one out two, fight or flight! 

It's all part of the record from hospital. 

So, why? 

The hospital knew. 

MDs, nurses, and therapists wrote about it at hospital. 

So, why have three barristers been my trigger at two separate Discoveries? 

Patricia Lawson  -  Joseph Griffiths  -  Charles Genest 

Isn't it called unprofessional conduct? 

That's what they would've called it in the military. I think. 

You'd probably be in the brig for something like that. 

Law Society of Ontario's Rules of Professional Conduct. 

In Canada? 

Is unprofessional conduct referred to as malfeasance or misfeasance? Donno! 

Perhaps, a Breach of Public Trust? Donno! 

Closet Room #122... 

Is it called Criminal Negligence? Donno! 

Closet Room #219... 

All I Know Is That It's Not Good. 

Criminal Harassment? 

What has been done to me? 

What has been allowed to continue? 

Discovery 1? 

It must've been 2016, or +/-. 

I was foaming from the mouth. 

A seizure in front of three witnesses. 

A Crown clerk and lawyers. 

One was mine once upon a time. 

Questions in mountain formats flew through. 

Plus a swamp of information. 

Never mind memory blanks. 

Then, the Family Court's Writ questions... 

This is the Writ about which I always talked. 

A miracle.
Proof  I was in the Superior Court of Ontario the same day of Car Crash.  

A miracle.
My disability of not articulating information quickly. 

A miracle. 

All of which added to the ultimate trigger, the werewolf-seizure. 

I was breathing frantically. 

Dripping saliva constantly. 

Shaking... 

Foaming from the mouth. 

It felt like hours but probably no more than 5 minutes. 

Lawyer Patricia Lawson at Discover 1.
She was my "seizure's trigger."

Why couldn't P. Lawson help me understand? 

Why the trigger? 

I don't remember much after that or before... 

Other than the nice food that was available for lunch. 

Yet, I couldn't eat much. 

Due to all of my teeth missing as a result of the Car Crash. 

No blender was there. 

I think. 

Triggers end up turning into loops in my brain. 

They don't go away until they are addressed. 

That's why I remember them more than anything else. 

And that's to say if I'm lucky to remember anything at all. 

So why? 

I mean. If they did not know... 

Not everybody knows everything. I don't. 

Why didn't they hire a doctor? 

For Interrogation Prep? 

Or, Discovery Prep? 

A doctor may have advised them. 

How to approach a person with brain injury during questioning. 

Perhaps traditional approaches may not apply. 

What happened to Equal Opportunity to Justice? 

...treat me differently... 

For My Sake, First and Foremost. 

Yet, for the Sake of Others As Well. 

My Crown's Clerk.  

My Crown's Judge. 

To educate Is to Liberate. 

Learn More about Acquired Brain Injury. 

It's in Everybody's Interest. 

Please... 

Pre-Trial Conference? 

29th day of the month of March in the year of our Lord 2019... ha! (Or, 22-7-1440?) Michael Thiele & Mikolaj Grodzki present.  No court order for trial, merely a word from Giovanna Toscano-Roccamom to meet for Pre-Trial 2 - but never came.  Lawyers didn't co-ordinate with the Trial Co-ordinator.  Bad boys.  No jail time for unprofessional conduct?

Discovery 2? 

Early 2020 sometime. (Or, 5780?) 

Same place but different faces bar one. Me. The victim. 

Another clerk of the Crown, a contractual lawyer, Griffiths, and my barrister, Mikolaj Grodzki. 

It was paid by the Respondent et al. Not by me or my lawyer.

Hire security if you must. 

I've been advising so-called professionals for years. 

File It Please 

"From Head to Toe" 

... right side ... 

Hallux Arch Heal Knee Cap 

Hips Pelvis Testicle Sacrum 

Femoral Sciatic Lumbar 

Thoracic Ribs Scapula 

Clavicle Sternum Cervical 

Zygomatic Teeth & Brain 

My Crown 

(I'm sure I missed much. "Hospital File Please") 

(Imagine the nerves, muscles, tendons, & ligaments.)

(My left side was also affected due to my right injuries.) 

(If I were a vehicle, I would have been placed in the scrap yard.) 

Hey,

Patricia Lawson  &  Joseph Griffiths:  

Did you ask a Judge for the hospital file? 

Did you get my permission to access my file? 

Have you infringed upon my Right to Privacy? 

You both have my permission as of April 4th, 2020.

Zyg-0matic°

The Pain!

No wonder I've chocked to death so many times since the Car Crash.The only fracture I sustained as a result was my zygoma. 

That a-bomb to my head came with inner-head-shrapnel, you know. 

A toonie-sized hole in my brain, 7+ teeth immediately lost, cervical dislocations, hyoid bone, and my epiglottis... 

Not to mention the countless other problems I have, somehow neither greater nor lesser. 

The teeth I lost have not helped me chew my food properly in order to give my epiglottis an easier time. 

But, TD Insurance et al. think that such sustained injuries are not related to the Car Crash. 

How defunct is that? What about the Necessities of Life in Canada? 
Is this in your Criminal Code in your country? 

Why can't TD or their contractual barristers follow the Law of their country? 

How am I to live with difficulties chewing food and then swallowing it? 

Thanks a lot... 

Fix my entire mouth, TD et al. ! Please... 

P.S.: 

It would be nice. Actually it would be human. To eat a some nutritious meal without pain. To eat and swallow with better ease and not life threatening. This would be very nice. 

To enjoy the comfort of family & friends over a dinner in celebration of a birthday. To not worry. To be secure within such an event. To feel okay in that others are not worrying if I'm going to chock to death. 

I miss those days...  

ZYGOMATIC FRACTURE 

My Letter to TD 

TD Insurance 

Response

Toute Ma Bouche 

ou 

Fermez le votre 

S'il vous plaît 

How does an adjuster think that the work on my mouth will begin? 

Someone from TD Insurance, all the way down in Yorkyville, Tkaranto? Not Ottawa? 

First a cleaning... 

Then, some x-Rays... 

An assessment will follow... 

Otherwise, how will a dentist know where to begin? 

Safety & Security

Man’s Trigger Finger 

I can remember his finger in his trigger. 

I froze. 

The worst thing to do... 

EVAC - ASAP  

Friendly Fire...  

Was not my reaction. 

I froze. I froze. 

I failed. 

I froze. 

I... 

ROOF

I found this pamphlet. 

I cannot remember where, but of recent days. 

It shocked me. 

The price of houses have gone up so much. 

Money, money, money... 

In 1990, things were different. 

One perhaps could have bought a bungalow for $150,000 in 1990. 

Approximately, of course. 

These days, it's three times that amount. 

Wow... 

Yet, the Insurance Act and/or the Compulsory Automobile Insurance Act of Ontario, Canada have not changed, have they? 

At least not for a brain injured victim. 

I remember the distant past better than the recent past. 

It was always $250,000 that I used to sign for as part of "Pain & Suffering." 

Those numerics have not changed. 

Why? 

To TD Insurance's benefit... not the victim. 

The cost of living has gone up. A continues... 

Not even the $1,000,000 Medical Care has changed. 

How much did it cost to have me in a hospital? 

Three months or so at the Civic/General of Ottawa & a year as an outpatient. 

Never mind the million dollars for Attendant Care... 

Where did that go? Why perhaps the elimination? 

Ah yes, to appease the Insurer! 

So, what is it about these numerics that interest me the most? 

Nothing! 

The least? 

Nothing! 

However the numerics juxtaposition themselves is irrelevant. 

I have Acquired Brain Injury. 

I cannot protect my own safety. 

I cannot guarantee my own security. 

My life has changed. 

I must fight for just that? No. 

I must demand that the Law protect me. 

It's not about money for me. 

It's not about which roof is better than another. 

I am in dire need of a roof over my head with a security guard downstairs. 

My last living place where one day I may lay my head to rest in peace. 

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Not 

Being Able 

To Protect 

Myself 

Is 

STRESS 

...negativity is not conducive to brain injury...  

Not being able to teach...

Not being able to earn my way...

Not being able to shelter the ones I love...

Not being able to have ownership of my own identity...

Is

STRESS