BRGeneral Perpetrate, Excommunicate, Do Not Resuscitate (DNR) Counsel Lucie Kantrow

Lucie Kantrow:  Perpetrate, Excommunicate, Do Not Resuscitate (DNR) 

From the Eucharist we will draw from the fountain our strength, perseverance and inspiration.

We will lead others back to Jesus, present in the Most Blessed Sacrament, for He alone can lead us to the Father. 

St. Francis of Assisi thirsted with his whole body and soul after Christ.

Drawing hope from his example, we are strengthened by our closeness to God.

Praying together in community and coming before Our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament, we too seek to thirst with our whole body and soul after Jesus Christ.

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Othello Act 3, scene 3, 155–161 Who steals my purse steals trash

 

Iago: Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

 

Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;

 

But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed 


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4. Baton Rouge General New Foundation Member, Lucie Kantrow, barrister is batting one-zero-one on recovery, not-to-mention her side-bet at Legal Book on odds-favorite wager, which has me failing to follow-through in administr4ative prosecution, her enhanced, on-threat, through improper, illegal, actionable delivery, her representation as counsel representing BRGeneral:  its Executive Board, its Stakeholders, Physicians, and Health System administration as pertains to waged war through official document, kicking off deadly serious campaign of Shock and Awe--whereby, I shall attempt to paraphrase my reaction: 
5. [S]he would, upon her nebulous-through-manifestation, but through devilment--should I revisit the Bluebonnet public medical clinic of Baton Rouge General's young, ginger, Benjamin Levron, M.D.--cont.  she continues to uncork on me, frustrated young barrister, jilling uphill for a cup of water as prophylaxis, prior to defending her deranged, self-invented criminal scenario (unless she is all-in at the poker table--standing up--removing Carerras--her worried face barely able to make out flop on the river).
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7. The slow appreciation and rejection of dangerously modern and overly sensitive instrumentation, or glaring, digital readout screens distracting diagnostic specificity and scope.
8. Patients.
9. Waiting to be 'repaired' or 'fixed'.
10. Old patients with spare requests for "alone time" with an old Reflex Hammer, or other personally meaningful diagnostic apparatus--previously mocked, now cherished.

11. 'Those up-to-date medical instruments ain't available here.'

    Reminiscence of  immutable stasis, lost in an Architectural Zen installation--its designation saved from the history it preserves--desuetude imperceptibly marked in glacial horology, free from detection--choking kudzu proliferation contrasts its glory.
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13. She is stroking the locomotive engine to boiling--feeling her tunechi, as if she visited the loo at a crayfish boil.
14. Her internal Scoville measurement is reading 500,000 units--you heard? 
15. If you can dilute the solution by a factor of 1,000 before you can no longer detect heat, then it gets 1,000 evillest.
16. Half-a-million.
17. Enough to melt ovaries, or hotwire mushy clitorises into spontaneously repositioning from deadened hibernation--her coming of age occurred in an unfortunate Envoy deployment of her father's in a place where Embassy services were as sparse as the color green among the dunes of vast Saharan borderlines--so that, if Nanny's daughter had tonsillectomy, etc., appointment / ceremony--she did too.
18. She had been thinking about the co-clitorectomy and the Demand she was fervently keying-in 80-wpm, cutting my anonymous Medicaid benefits down to the size of ... Wait!  

19. She  was cutting down the best wisdom of CMS for an unwell healthcare system in unnecessary austerity amidst high-rolling governmental grants with the same fervent zeal which the clitorectomist had removed, all but the seat of her ability to experience sexual pleasure or sensation.

    
    
20. The Public Health Emergency (PHE) is a cross between a hurricane and a deadly flu.
21. You can tape-up your windows and social distance, but you  can't '[R]ollerskate in a buffalo herd,'  however, as Roger Miller sang, '[Y]ou can be happy, if you've a mind to.' 
22. Loitering until it was enough to already be up-to-snuff--is human nature.
23. FMOLHS (Franciscan Missionaries of Our Lady Health System) General Counsel of that behemoth health system's billion-dollar sisters' Sweet Home Alabamam Bollie--illin' chief counsel, pullin' down a bra-popping $640,000K--sister-guaranteed Blood Diamond stock equity from deBeers, SA, and matching executive 401(k)(c-3).
24. Tending mission to dominate Louisiana in Abortifacient Denial, while establishing the ultimate Apo Birth Control desert, south of Heaven, right under the cruciform where He suffered--instituting 'as needed' Birth Control pills--dispensed to all hospitals, clinics, and research centers around the state of Louisiana--Tic Tacs (PRAISE FRANCIS).
25. Other kind: indefinitely on hold--New Day of Charistic Urban Engineering of its Flagship Showcase Town, the renamed and reborn all-Catholic city of "St. Baton Francis Doolittle." Tribute to their namesake saint, 13th-century, self-flagellating Dr.James Harold Doolittle of Assisi, and through him (FMOL suffering sisters having everything gratis, love to watch us 'Ordinairies' bask in their glow of Mission zealotry -- always tap out a little lagniappe for home-felon, super-booster, cancer card con king, J.P. Funes, on the 'Highway to Hell'), and gettin' ready to do big things: former CEO President OLOL-RMC--erstwhile Peter Pan and diocesan, slumming groupie, whose transgressions even shook the old hospitalist bent on Artificial Intelligence, Richard Vath M.D., tapped on the shoulder to replace ol' Helltrain (Funes--who had his Ordinary on-fleek, hospital jet:  low and sleek, LSU Tiger:  Meet at the Greek,  DVD on Twin Peaks, log-on Twitter:  on Tweet).
26. VOWS  
27. Vow of Impoverishment:  
28. rival the seriousness with which they enjoy their equally deprived Vow of Silence.
29. Vow of Silence.
30. Hello? Administrative staff, please stop dumping my calls.
31. I wouldn't know--not having communicated with me since Gregorian calendar month of June, in the Year of Our Lord, 2021, second day in the forbidding, partly spiking pandemic, during a realtime, gubernatorial Stay-at-Home order.
32. Mark Zielinski, Lee Tynes, and Kathleen Crapanzano did enter into conspiracy with his nurse and new FMOLHS OLOL Physician Group office manager, Stephanie, where they did: Perpetrate, Excommunicate, Do Not Resuscitate.
33. I am the flatlined casualty and disgraced Zielinski "lemondropping" for a second occasion, after dismal, failed, peremptory "cherrypicking" let me--a certified, bonafide, Medicaid beneficiaries--in (to hang around for over 4 years).
34. Semi-permanent patient whose eightieth CMS-rate was commencing to drag just as new LSU Residents--all 8--would be filling his time, as their professor and academic supervisor for his, or her 1st likelihood to see real patients in clinic--squalid, but only by his superintendency, its running, whose ethical depravity and epicene character stoops low for immediate severance of a patient whose interactions had been, for a period of one year, only through televisit--however, from a hazardously insecure ego, he exacted, through a 'seeded' excellent storm, a meretricious finish through duplicity unto his profession--which permits no graver insult of its practitioners, and through its collective scrutiny and consecrated oath-taking by anyone receiving medical licensure within the U.S., through singular purpose, tenets of Medical Ethics, administered and adumbrated--their revived, contemporary professionals--ca 1945--to Zielinski's profligate pessimism and medical nihilism--I am fallen--felling mine in concordance--from that day, and not until that day: and each day succeeding it.