Baton Rouge General's New Foundation Member, and barrister is batting one zero one, not-to-mention her sidebet at the Legal Book on her high odds favorite wager which hasme failing to follow through in defense of her Enhanced On-Threat Assessment of protected Source Trendsthrough inappropriate and actionable Special Delivery, through her representation as counsel leadership representing BR General Executive Board, its Stakeholders, those Physicians it employees, and members of its Health System administration as it pertains to the waged war through heraldry and official document, kicking off a deadly serious campaign ofShock and Awe with Coprolalia and Tourettes, which I shall attempt to paraphrase:
[S]he would, upon her nebulous through manifestation as Sai Baba, but through devilment--should I revisit public medical clinic of Baton Rouge General, Benjamin Levron, M.D. uncorks on me--a frustrated young barrister really boils over into 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 Carerra shades--her worried face barely able to make out that flop on the river).
Sensitive to her virulent, almost personal animus as opening salvo--first contact in the guise of her regular legal firm scraps--a corporate attorney fucking up this wasted healthcare beneficiary whose previous experience with BR General's competition, and that of all clear-thinking cynics--apprehension about anything Catholic, never having been a good sign, but now more likely to send even the superficial victim of sexual-molestation shouted out of a bus in your direction, or the night you walked by an open window and caught a bit of dialogue from some film as it drifted out into the silent summer street of your yard, whose filthy sentiment was a confusion of affection and voluble derisiveness.
It is now commensurate upon me to test her sturdy heckling from afar, try out those catcalls on for size--see if I can fit in their camel-toed crotch.
Get Natalie Wood up and hand her that checkered flag, we're going to need a second, but we'll be needing James Dean too for this night scene...oh, shit, and Sal Mineo--Jesus!
Legal Chicken, but instead of cars and speed, its Lexis and hot paralegals with fast fingers and an agile mind, under which her influence may initially thwart my experiment--her contacts at local law enforcement, and their uncareful resolve in arresting things. She will have already set up a special BRPD Hotline before I am able to fully enjoy the freedom of movement of this attorney pogrom on the bayou--only moments to recall the times I had had on the same floor by her, now excluded oligarchy, whose private restricted showcase--even if ramshackle--would even shine as Taj Mahal in comparison to my first, and, this time by my own decision, aborted episode of trying to find the healthcare among the landfill: BR General flagship clinic looked all The Place quaint, should you remember the old supper club in the environs, when it was swell to have a belt and a broad at a piano bar, but before the time in which to carry a gun to do it, causing its proprietors to pack up, and not return--BR General, didn't notice, but should have.
Because now, tucked off to the side of Florida Blvd.--sits an unprepossessing, residential looking building whose brick facade and antique ambulance entrance of yesterday (which was the euphemism doctors, nurses, and staff
formerly called the local population's legs--ambulance), whose loyal service of necessity through poverty kept them rooted to one medical clinic since first built--whose brand is oldest of 100 years--home of the first doctor, still here, from a time in the quaint lil capital of baby pelican state, in that olden city named after the Red Limb, not yet a stick, which had not fully developed, thereby avoiding the local Indian's incorporation as to its use as a pedestal on which to display white men's gory heads, whose reminiscence is spurred by its immutable stasis--as if lost in time, through an Architectural Zen Garden of Non-construction, applied in the eighties, but as pristine now as then--its attention to detail as Historic Center, what saved it from the ash-heap--a reminder that neglect and desuetude bring--and through imperceptible marking of time, their glacial calamity remains free of detection even now--its choked Kudzu-proliferation in contrast to the original, patented, medical devices whose older patients can sometimes be heard remarking as to the pleasant coincidence of finding their etched name on its rusted surface--a slow-food kind of healthcare whose standards of its style of 'Cruise Ship Concierge Medicine' is enjoyed by only an elite few, whose slow appreciation and rejection of dangerous, overly sensitive detection, or glaring, digital readouts of distracting specificity and scope, see them return, only to request alone time with an old reflex hammer, or other personally meaningful diagnostic apparatus previously mocked, now cherished and proudly volunteering to others'those up-to-date medical devices ain't available here."
Metaphor for object, place, institution, or person, once known, needing to be 'repaired, or fixed,' a drafty pogrom of what was never meant to be, but respect for that which remains that way.
She is stroking the locomotive steamfitting to dangerous overheating, feeling as if she has the loo at a crayfish boil--her internal Scoville measurement is reading her lil tunechi at 500,000 units--you heard?a measure of dilution
relative to the lowest detectable level. If you can dilute the solution
by a factor of 1,000 before you can no longer detect heat, then it gets
1,000 Scovilles
enough to melt her ovaries, or hotwire the seat of her sensitive clitoris in a spontaneous rehab and repositioning to her formerly stationary deadened genitalia, which she has in common following in the recent footsteps of separate, but united senior counselor of that behemoth health system, the billion dollar health sisters own sweet home Alabama firebrand attorney of repute--the sovereign chief counsel for all OLOL-RMC FMOLHS (Franciscan Missionaries of Our Lady Health System), pulling down a well-earned, bra-popping $640,000 K--guaranteed to replenish Blood Diamond stock equity in South Africa, and offering executive matching 401(k)(c)(3) by mendicant billionaires, tending their mission to dominate Louisiana in abortifacient denial, and the ultimate establishment of a Birth Control Desert, where availability is indefinitely on hold in the all-Catholic city of Baton Francis, as tribute to its namesake, the 13th-century, visionary, self-flagellating Dr. James Harold Doolittle of Assisi, and through him--after the board takes theirs (although the suffering sisters having everything gratis, love to watch their worldly heathen -- they miss J.P. Funes the most -- executives get their Ordinaries on Fleek), on account of their Vow of Impoverishment--taken as full-blown sisters--which only rival the seriousness with which they enjoy their equally deprived Vow of Silence--not having communicated, or allowed any of their administrative staff take a call, or return a call since the Gregorian calendar month of June in the year of our Lord, 2021, when on the second day in the forbidding weather of partly spiking pandemic, during a realtime gubernatorial Stay-at-Home order, Mark Zielinski, Lee Tynes, and Kathleen Crapanzano did enter into into a criminal conspiracy, with Zielinski's nurse, and office manager, and Perpetrate, Excommunicate, and Do Not Resuscitate this flatlined casualty, as per Zielinski's decision to "lemondrop" his semi-permanent patient, whose eightieth CMS rate was commencing to drag just as the new LSU Residents (all 8), would be filling his time as associate professor and supervisor for their first chance to treat real patients at his clinic--as squalid by his superintendency its running, and its manager's--who, on this occasion, was delegated as responsible in informing patient (me)--brand new hire called Stephanie, and by so doing causing her liability as amanuensis by his failure to disclose, do job himself--as all professional medical practitioners through common sense, and duty, from do no harm, which this cavalier and callous lock-out, of whom Zielinski would understand as to the potential inflammatory nature of any instance of seeing or being in contact with the patient, would expose him to the impossible to deny lies which he had utilized, which only the patient would truly be aware, whereby the complete avoidance tactic to ensure that there could be no incidence to be found out or suspected through the outcome in which he should be exposed to his patient's questioning. The inherent problems as to certain traumatic situations, based on a patient's understandable reaction to this carjacking, disinheritance, affair with your wife through malicious machinations--might adversely affect certain individuals, and necessarily endanger the individual who through the abuse of his authority and position--had in a single swipe of conflated allegation elicited himself through the working relationship of his clinic nurse the benign invention of a non-violent, non-threatening claim of her hearing the issuing of profanity over a completed telephone call, which had been unreported for one week's time, and which no one had witnessed, been told about, and to which after the supposed unwanted exposure to incidental, uncorrected cursing, she had then completed the tasks which the phone call had been about, by contacting the patient's pharmacist and submitting a regular refill of medication which she had omitted--she also, I learned from an FMOLHS OLOL administrative operator it was notated and read to me, had recanted her late report to Zielinski, whose entire case for my dismissal relied on his nurse's account. This was the foundation of the haziest chance to have instituted this. And then his nurse recanted the entire story entirely: making Zielinski, Tyne, and Crapanzano liars, who initially derogated their duty to report Zielinski's patient abandonment, refusal to comply with protocol for the rare event in which this is done, however, it was not done--or rather, it was not allowed to have been done by those bodies who make and enforce the rules, HHS, Medicaid, CMS--prohibited actionable violation of their agreement and cooperative relationship with the Federal Health Care programs, such as Medicaid and the Affordable Health Care Act, that in order for them to be in compliance with that largest payer of their remunerated billing to their CMS, they must adhere to the letter to the major policies of their bodies in order to receive most of the 3.6 billion dollars which they have billed and which they are currently worth from the taxpayer funded HHS Medicare and Medicaid programs, or have their special task force, OIG-HHS investigate and / or prosecute, and / or deny their ability to receive Medicaid payments, either to one specific doctor, a clinic, or to the entire system at FMOLHS.
1370, Ramón Lorenzo (ed.), Crónica troiana. A Coruña: Fundación Barrié, page 506:
- Et, sen falla, Paris fezo esta uez moy bõ tiro et moy grã sua prol et de seus amigos, ca nũca seus ẽemigos rreçeberõ tã grã dãno, nẽ tomarõ tã grã perda cõmo esta.
- And, no doubt, Paris did this time a great shot and very beneficial for him and his friends, because never had their enemies received such a large damage nor had they took such a great loss as this one
1470, X. Ferro Couselo (ed.), A vida e a fala dos devanceiros. Escolma de documentos en galego dos séculos XIII ao XVI. Vigo: Galaxia, page 362:
- tódolos outros diseron juntamente que esteueram no arroydo e que uiran matar ao irmao de Gonçaluo Roíz e seu cunhado e outros pyós e que uiram tyrar a Fernán de Sam Payo, e dyserom que ele fezera muytas fyrydas e matara ó dito Gonçaluo Roz, e que ouuera muitos dynheyros dos ditos fynados, e mais diseron que se gauaba que de XX tyros que tyrara que todos empregara, saluo dous