Ready to Name Names

Since the doctors have refused to negotiate a settlement, I didn't have to sign a confidentiality agreement, which means that I'm free to name names.

I found factual errors on almost every page of my records from University of California, Davis, Medical Center.  As much as their lawyer would like to claim that the things I don't agree with aren't open for dispute because they are the doctor's opinion, most of them are presented as fact.  The "facts" as contained in their medical records were twisted in ways worthy of a top-notch lawyer, leaving the reader with a completely different impression than what I actually said.  For just one example, a doctor claimed that I stopped working in 1988, the year I was diagnosed.  This should be of great interest to all the firms that gave me paychecks until 2000!  Another claimed I was self-diagnosed, which is disproven by records from multiple doctors who wrote down the CFS diagnosis and signed their names to it.  I know I never said what was written down.

So, since I can now name names, if you have CFS, stay far away from UCD, and Doctors Price, Kumar, Drennan, Leek, Manhart, and Taylor.  They may tell you that they want to help you, but they didn't help me, not by improving my health and not with accurate documentation that would help me get disability benefits. 

A letter from Christopher Price says that all tests were normal; what it doesn't say is that the tests that were performed should have been normal for a CFS diagnosis.  The tests that should have been abnormal weren't done.  But the way it's written, the judges have repeatedly reached the obvious conclusion that the tests were normal because I don't have CFS.

Speaking of naming names, Seanette claims that the house was clean when she moved out.  Brian has stated that the house was a bigger mess when she moved out; he had to put things back in the guest room that they had moved out to the living room, and numerous purchases that weren't put away when I asked them to help were piled on the love seat (which had been clear when they moved in).  I was doing some tidying in the dining room this week, and found a note and envelope addressed to her, dated August 2004, half-under a chair cushion.  It's not the first piece of their mail that's been found since they moved out -- the first person who swept under the dining room table found several bills addressed to them.  How can she claim that she did a good job of cleaning the house when I have proof she didn't even put her own garbage in the trash?  That certainly sounds more like what Brian and I say, that she simply added to the existing clutter and although she may have done a few chores in the 2 1/2 months she lived here rent-free, the net result was more mess, not less.