“Never complain. Never explain.”
Katharine Hepburn
I woke up feeling better than most days lately, a wicked headache my only new symptom. Not including the normal stuff, aches and pains in my joints difficulty walking and on and on.
The cats were all fed and watered, I added wood to the woodstove and waited patiently for the kettle to boil on the woodstove. I sat on my milk crate throne back to the fire to warm up it was only 10 inside -20 outside.
I was comfortable, well as comfortable as a man could be sitting on an upside-down milk crate. My mind starting complaining, it complained about events of the last ten years, starting with Harley-Davidson and a racist dealer had cheated me out of a warranty turning my dream trip with my daughter into a nightmare. Eventually, that led to me having to sell my 1949 Chevy pickup to finance a trip to pay the bill and pick it up. It never ran properly after that.
Even a woman that worked there took me outside and told me I was being cheated.
I miss her but have another but needs restoring.
The last Harley I would ever ride.
Then my mind moved on to the first Rev can Asshole agent. Who told me to send personal information to her. I asked if I needed to do that by law she said no. Two days later while trying to buy food, I found out she had frozen my bank account just before she went on holiday. Leaving word with other agents not to release the account until she returned.
When I finally reached her, my children and I had been living on almost no groceries. She called me a liar when I told her I didn’t, have money to pay. So what happened to Sarnjeet Singh the nasty agent, they promoted her. What happened to me. My bank account was frozen for over four years. I lost business, my family and more.
That was just the start of the problems having just been divorced, I was just getting used to the idea when I was T-boned less than a mile from home, that story is included here. With all the details.
While I am at home struggling with my injuries trying to chop wood and feed my self. I am fighting with my insurance company to get paid 167 dollars a week for a disability payment. The woman from the insurance company asked why my GST payments to the government were behind. WTF
How did she even get that info? I found out the next Rev can agent Joe Levesque had shared personal information about me and went on to seize my disability payment both against laws and rules. Great no food again. If it wasn’t for a charity in Grande Prairie, the secret angels who heard about my plight and brought me a load of groceries, I would not have made it.
I applied for AISH but was turned down, what a broken neck and broken back wasn’t enough. I had found my Gp Dr. Spruyt had falsified my documents and told them I wasn’t injured. I was told to go to the doctor’s office to retrieve a copy of them ,the doctor and the woman working at the office had refused to give them to me.
I applied for welfare I was honest told them what revenue Canada was doing. I was then told I would only receive $200 a month because the money that rev can was trying to take was considered income. Only they didn’t take anything because the insurance company was stalling on paying out.
This getting to be too much I was in constant severe pain, trying to chop wood wearing a neck brace with an unrepaired fracture in my spine, and at every turn getting screwed over by the federal and provincial government.
A friendly AISH worker then helped me she made a call to the ministry, then I got a call from the overzealous welfare worker, who tried to blame me for the mistake and then told me I would receive the full $800 a month cheque.
In the meantime, I had to prove to AISH that the doctor was lying. I got a resident in ER to agree to an MRI of my spine. I wasn’t a priority, so I waited 6 months living on 37 cent per pack Mi Goreng noodles. Do yourself a favour if you are ever forced to live on those, don’t read the ingredients.
I was told to appeal the AISH decision, I did the paperwork, never got my appeal hearing and was never paid out the difference during my welfare months.
While I waited for my MRI I found out that my Halo incident was also left out of the medical records, read the dec 13 post if you want details. So I decided to get copies of my medical records including my xrays.
I got a lot of paperwork that meant nothing and no xrays, I went to the xray department, at Fairview hospital, the woman told me she didn’t have to give me that. I made it very clear that under the right to information act she did. She started to make a CD for me. I asked to include xrays and ct scans from Grande Prairie. She told me I would have to go to GP Hospital to get those. The CD she made for was blank nothing on it. When I went GP hospital I was laughed at and refused by the brunette at the diagnostic imaging desk.
I never did get those. I did however in the pile of paperwork I did receive was a diagnostic imaging report from a CT scan dated before my AISH application saying that my back injury was getting worse and an MRI was needed.
I hung on to that, I waited for the MRI to be done. I called my surgeon to complain about grinding in my neck. An appointment was made.
When I got to the appointment I asked the woman at the front desk on what date was my last visit to him. The answer was the day before the result of the Diagnostic report. This doctor was not to blame for the bad AISH application.
When I got to sit with the surgeon I told him about what had transpired with the GP, I also handed my copy of the diagnostic report. I also told him it was dated after our last visit. I also mentioned that I had an MRI done and that he should be able to see the results. He looked them up and told me he would contact AISH that day.
Soon life would be a little better, I could afford a little better nutrition, I would be able to pay the back taxes on my little house.
There are many sordid details left out of this post, the torture by a psychotic nurse and much worse, but while I was remembering these things and whining about them, I got a message from God. No it wasn’t a Burning Bush, but a malfunctioning wood stove now filling my house with smoke.
The message was simple, now you have something to complain about. It was true today I was alive, I had coffee, I was able to feed the cats, I didn’t have Covid, but my eye were burning from the smoke. I had to open all the doors and stand guard at one of them while I let the smoke out and the -20 air in right past my feet only covered in sandals. Yup now I could complain.
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