Injuries, injuries, hear all about it!

What's different this time? Includes mutterings about the second injury of 2003 caused by working with idiots (not all of the co-workers, but certainly a large number could be called totally incompetent, if nothing else).
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Sissinghurst (click image to enlarge); the Tower shown from the garden. The oddly married couple, Harold Nicolson and Vita Sackville-West lived, wrote and otherwise made their lives in this idyllic part of England. Now to return to reality:

1st Claim: 23076036-Q re accident, May 9th., 2003, plus 2nd Claim, for problems late August, early September., 2003: Now on to UI, EI, Benefits of some kind, for mental and physical disabilities.
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The first injury of this year, and in fact the first work injury I have ever had, occurred after continual moving of odd shaped office furniture. This furniture, pieces off workstations, comes in various sizes and shapes. One in particular, because of difficulty in carrying it easily, produced pains in my back. Then, a day or so later, I was picking up a large, wide piece in a truck I was helping to offload as I waited for help to do my proper job. The sudden pain that came was enough to make me think that I had split in half.

Eventually, after Doucet's had forgotten to send off my forms to WSIB for two weeks, I began to receive physiotherapy. This lasted for eight weeks, and I was almost cured. I did not feel I was back to my original form, but it seemed I was good enough.

Then, a few weeks later, on 30th August, the problems with my right leg, that had developed since my supposed recovery over a short period, came to a head, during a move scheduled for four or so hours that lasted fourteen and three quarters. Now, my second injury has resulted in the fact that I cannot sit in a chair. Not for long, at any rate, and I can only remove myself from bed in the morning with extreme care. This scenario has also been noted on my Time Line page for 2003, which is basically about my techie life: which, as one can tell, is in limbo, at least until there is an increased demand for our "elders and betters" as useful workers in this sad industry, with companies fleeing to cheaper lands for their profit.

I find it extremely wearing to stand all day, and when I awake I find that my muscles are aching in my right thigh, and that it takes a long time for the effects to wear off every morning. This injury was, I had thought, a pulled muscle, but my doctor checked me out and informed me that it was my lower back. It certainly feels different from my first injury, and there are much more severe pains involved this second time: centred in my right leg, right hip, and occasionally in my right groin. It is not lessening with time. So, what is wrong? I won't know until I visit a physio or my doctor and maybe have x-rays.

But, Doucet's were late again with my forms, (because Judy, the wife of the owner, is away on holiday), and I still await notification from WSIB on the status of my claim. I really need authorization for physiotherapy, and frankly, I also need help to remove myself from this business. This injury implicitly indicates that I am incapable of trusting my body to cope with the stresses of the moving business, at the very least with this company. Moving pianos and other heavy items in difficult settings and with inexperienced and otherwise incompetent swampers has produced, if not exacerbated, my injuries. Not that I am weak, but I am not able to withstand stresses caused by fools not holding on to an object properly, or able to hold it vertically and balanced: even when asked to do so. Too many poor quality workers from agencies at the busiest times, when the drivers have to put up with the temporary extras. No wonder drivers don't last long with Doucet's: that has been clearly admitted to be a problem by the owners.
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September 29th., 2003: Took the Doctor's "first" form in to WSIB. Also, went down Bank Street, south of Billings Bridge, to have X-rays done. Pushing me around on the tray really was painful. Jarring my right leg when walking along Spark Street on my way home proved that I am not healing properly. What a whiner!!

October 3rd., 2003: Well, Dr Rambert has been away for a couple of days, which explains why I have not heard about the X-rays that were taken last Monday. Neither have I heard from the WSIB: I have emailed them again today, and will phone them on Monday next, October 6th.

The injury is weird: today, because of an abnormal sound from a computer, I tried to roll it out of its spot (it's on castors). This proved almost impossible because, having to bend down, even whilst on my knees, the resulting pain was severe. Walking is proving more, not less, difficult with time, with aches and pains causing me to limp. Also, when I sit, just by moving into a particular, and not necessarily identical, position sets off the alarm. I admit that these surges of pain are not as severe as they were, but they are bad enough to indicate that something is not healing properly.

On top of that, I am rapidly running out of money, and I need to pay my regular bills. I do hope something turns up soon: either a new job &/or payment from the WSIB for this injury.

October 11th., 2003: At least I have heard from SoftCom.ca, who host http://mattoid.net about the impossibility, until I am in receipt of WSIB payments, of paying any bills. Unsurprisingly, I have not received any replies from NetNation who host this site and http://mattoid.ca. They are good at preventing infected emails from reaching my computer, but aren't very good at responding to my consistent problems. If, and it would seem that Dr Rambert will open this particular pit, I can be regarded as likely to have repeated failures of a physical nature because of age and condition, it may be possible for the WSIB to have me retrained. In copy editing or proof reading or something similar, I hope. Something not physical in nature, at any rate.

My doctor was absent, as usual, last Thursday, and it would seem the account manager at WSIB was absent on Friday. Given that this is a long weekend, I am unlikely to receive any monies before the end of next week. How on earth am I expected to survive with no money? Not only that, but Doucet's had to fax in their report again, on September 23rd. This never-ending charade is exacerbated because there is no decision yet upon the choice between having had one repetitive accident, or two. I would think two accidents, since I was regarded as "healed" after physiotherapy after my first accident this year. The later problem, from which I have not recovered, is different in source of pain, and yet purportedly due to my back having become abnormal. Whatever.

October 14th., 2003: This is the body of an email I sent off today: it is basically self-explanatory and shows that life will become a lot harder for me if I can't obtain proper WSIB payments shortly: IF it was three, because we were chatting about the problems with email and such, and there was not very much moving of material.

Hi Allan,
I have just heard from the WSIB that Doucet's are denying that I hurt myself at work and that it was due to me moving computers! Not true, and all that actually happened was that I helped you at the Salon with three boxes. Can you remind me of the date that was done?
Then I can advise Doucet's of the facts of the matter. As you know, I found it difficult to help: we laughed about it at the time, as I recall. 
Doucet's are having to advise WSIB of the hours of work I completed and who I was working with. Given their efficiency rate, I don't expect a rapid determination, especially if Ma and Pa are just back from holiday.
 
Also, I phoned my doctor about the forms I received, and whether it was significant that I injured myself differently from the first event. Depratto said it doesn't matter, the claim number is bureaucratic normality.
 
It means that I won't be receiving money from the WSIB until all of this is sorted out. It is now the fifth week of not working. Mark Depratto phoned me today about this after receiving my phone message of this morning (he is away, but receiving his phone messages!!). He said it will be some time before I receive anything even if it is determined that it was a work injury. And that I should approach welfare: I don't even know if I have worked long enough to receive benefits.

October 15th., 2003: It would seem that Doucet's Moving & Storage, viz. Jay, think that I hurt myself moving computer monitors, prior to my going off work on September 10th. How is it that they come up with such a transparent misstatement, to put it politely? I helped Allan when I hurt, when I was off work, and not at any other time. It's ridiculous that my claim might be denied because of this: the injury that I have is something caused by constant moving of large and heavy items, especially pianos, and also with workers that were inefficient (either incompetent or suffering from hangovers, for example). WSIB does not want me to go to Legal Aid, until they have covered the bases with Doucet's, but I am caught between stones here. No money remains, and three large bills that I have managed to cover for years loom overhead. My possessions are at risk: but this is G8 Canada, this should not happen, should it? Laugh, belly laugh.

Email sent to family and friends on October 15th., 2003:

Hi,

More rubbish, sorry about that, but I fail to understand the logic of all this, except that after the Climbié disaster in England, the interested authorities have still not implemented the safeguards that the inquiry insisted on. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
 
I never prompted Jay or Jim at all, but did find out that Cynthia had gone, as had Gerald, the oaf who walks like a duck.
 
The following is on http://mattoid.com/data/Life/what.htm (erm, right here!)
 
I went out to Doucet's after talking to WSIB, my doctor's assistant and another. When I entered the office at Doucet's there were Jim and Jay. When they asked me how I was doing I simply said that I was still waiting for the claim to be allowed and that I had had no physical treatment so far. There was a look of astonishment on Jay's face, and he seemed to disbelieve that my claim wouldn't be alive at this time. He did state that WSIB had asked him to relate the activity performed by me and others on the nasty job of 30th August. No mention of picking up computer monitors, or such like.

What, therefore, do I do now? Wait for WSIB, wait for Doucet's to answer WSIB, or go straight to Legal Aid, or, or, or , , , ,?

Paul Dickins
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October 15th., 2003 again: I went out to Doucet's after talking to WSIB, my doctor's assistant and another. When I entered the office at Doucet's there were Jim and Jay. When they asked me how I was doing I simply said that I was still waiting for the claim to be allowed and that I had had no physical treatment so far. There was a look of astonishment on Jay's face, and he seemed to disbelieve that my claim wouldn't be alive at this time. He did state that WSIB had asked him to relate the activity performed by me and others on the nasty job of 30th August. No mention of picking up computer monitors, or such like. (Related email at bottom of page).

What, therefore, do I do now? Wait for WSIB, wait for Doucet's to answer WSIB, or go straight to Legal Aid, or, or, or , , , ,?

October 15th., 2003 yet again: I went out to Beechwood on the way back from Doucet's, just because we had been sent invitations for their new buildings opening gala. What they had not done was apprise Dad about the scattering of Peggy's ashes. After going through the paperwork and giving me a photocopy of the action taken, there was a grovelling apology for their mistake. Nice, actually, for someone to admit fault. So, Peggy was cast to the air, where she belonged, on April 15th., 2002: I must admit to feeling rather upset when I heard this, it brought it all back.

October 16th., 2003: Really bad night, thinking thoughts, and not sleeping. I came to realise that the problem basically lies in me having a work ethic. I worked when I thought that I was injured but slightly, and it subsequently developed into a disaster. This during a time when Doucet's were in a busy time, and having major problems with jobs and staffing.

October 24th., 2003: Another week, or more, gone by with no decision: who knows what Doucet's have provided the WSIB and where their info lies now. Does not help my mental state, or the fact that my physical state is also at risk. Is it possible that the broken parts are healing correctly, or is regrowth generating putative faults to rear up at a future date? Since no one has told me what is actually wrong with me (STILL in pain at this date) then the lack of physiotherapy or of actual physical determination of the damaged parts of my body causes me displeasure. Totally idiotic situation, but apparently normal for the WSIB system, as I was told on my initial contact with the Ombudsman. What, what?!

And, when I have calmed down into my usual sense of ironic, yet comical seeming, ineptitude, I will regale you with the true story of my visit to the Metcalf Street office of the WSIB, and the obviously constantly worried visage of the person who leaned over the counter, in a totally defensive posture and vocal barrage.

October 28th., 2003: The beginning of the eighth week off work. I remain injured, as leaning forward always reveals, as does my gimpy walk. If this continues, I will have to consider approaching both the Ombudsman and my local MP's office. Plus, I will institute legal action if I discover Doucet's Moving and Storage are deficient in their responsibilities.

Email of October 31st., 2003:

Dear Pierre Gandy:

 
1st Claim: 23076036-Q re accident, May 9th., 2003, with 2nd Claim: ? re accident, circa August 30th., 2003

After considering advice received from several parties about taking legal action, given that I have now waited two calendar months for WSIB support, I am wondering whether the time has come to do so. The Form 6 that I submitted some weeks ago was signed by me as a correct and truthful description of what had happened whilst working at Doucet's Moving and Storage. If there is other paperwork to be considered, I have not received it or been informed about the circumstances.

No one has advised me where the matter lies: for example, whether Doucet's have failed to provide information, or if the WSIB is holding back the paperwork for some other reason.

The injury, present in my right lumbar area, seems to have become chronic. It has not healed, and the approval of my application for physiotherapy, if that could indeed prove beneficial, has been held back, too.

My financial position has become parlous, along with my physical status. I cannot sit for long, I cannot stand for too long, therefore I cannot work at this time. For someone who has been in excellent health throughout his life, the current inability to function normally is really wearing. This is the first year I have not played organised soccer in over five decades. No one normally believes that I am my chronological age. One other matter that might prove significant is that I have been treated as a double depressive (dysthymia and chronic cyclical depression). Luckily, I have a strong sense of humour, and that has helped: but it cannot be relied upon forever.

Would you please remove the case paperwork from Mr Depratto and give it to someone at a higher level who can handle my concerns properly and speedily. Otherwise, I will collate all of the papers and emails I have retained and take them to a labour lawyer of my acquaintance. I will, if my suspicions that false statements made by Doucet's have been the cause of delay, include that company in any action, and that might very well include the charge of defamation of character.

I hope that my concerns have been outlined adequately, and I await a speedy response.

Regards, Paul
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November 7th., 2003: The lack of money may be stopped next Wednesday. A week ago, another Friday morning, I emailed Pierre Gandy, head honcho of the Ottawa area. My email was copied to several friends. Within an hour, a lot less actually, I had a phone call from a manager, Mr Kember, whose first name I have, unfortunately, forgotten. We went through my case, which he had, probably on computer, in front of him. It was agreed that I had a case, that I would be helped with my physical injuries, and I would receive moneys owed, based on past work history at Doucet's. This rate of pay would be higher than for the first injury, because my hourly rate was now higher, after the comparative driver fiasco, and the time was busier, too. See the bottom of the page for a copy of my email.

However, I spent a week waiting for a letter, or a phone call. Nothing, so I phoned to Mr Kember this morning, and I received a phone call from Marc Depratto within thirty minutes. I was told that he had just come off the phone with Doucet's Moving and Storage regarding my times at work, and that I would be receiving the larger of the two estimates (first and second WSIB claims of this year). Also, he asked me about physiotherapy and I reminded him that I had not started that because it was not yet authorised. So, I start that on Monday: with any luck I will determine what actually happened to me.

So, I await a phone call about the cheque that should be couriered up from Toronto and be at the WSIB centre early on Wednesday next. Then, I can pay off some bills, buy some soap, and treat myself to one or two books. And, search for work, since physiotherapy should enable me to work at a desk, which is infinitely preferable to the work I endured at Doucet's, nicht wahr?

If necessary in the future, I will post all the relevant emails. It would show up the facts regarding tardiness and inefficient records or filing of paperwork about my case.

November 8th., 2003: The phone rang this morning just as I was watching the second half of a poor game of soccer between Arsenal and Spurs. This call concerned an Ipsos-Reid request to ask me to fill in a survey about the WSIB. Obviously, it was a call from a cubicle far, far away, because the person asking me the questions quite transparently did not understand English well enough to answer my responses. Another job lost to India, or somewhere, perhaps Burma won't be far behind?

November 10th., 2003: Good grief!! Stretch, bend, push, pull, relax, and don't yelp, please! Did I ever feel the effects of my latest visit to the physio, 1582 Bank Street, at Heron, near to Canadian Tire. WSIB has mentioned a four week regimen, but Duane wonders if it shouldn't be six weeks. That means I will be on the dole at Christmas, unless I can detect an employment opportunity once I feel able to stomach desk work. Physical work, because of damage to my system, especially now that it seems both sides of my body have sciatica systems. Apparently, my massive pain attacks were likely to be pinched nerves, muscles and whatever following my heavy lifting around the end of August.

November 11th., 2003: On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. On this day, Remembrance Day, the Korean War was especially noted, it being the fiftieth anniversary of its end. So, I shouldn't mention personal matters, hein? Except that my second physiotherapy meeting will be more difficult. The effects of yesterday's attack causes me to find walking uphill more difficult than ever. Whatever, whatever.

November 15th., 2003: Oh dear! The All Blacks lost to the golden horde in the first semi-final of the Rugby World Cup. That means Australia meet either the Poms or the Frogs next week. All depends on what happens tomorrow. Me, I am improving, if slowly. Fourth physio of the week yesterday, and doing what Duane asks is a real pain. But, flexibility is growing again. Maybe I will be able to touch my toes this year.

December 2nd., 2003: Last night I received a call from my daughter in Montréal, Katharine. Surprise: so nice to hear her voice and we had a nice chat. She asked me how I was and if I was feeling better. Good grief! Well now, it is a fact that the visits to the physiotherapy are starting to work, but it is a long haul. I can sit down and stand up in equal amounts now, but walking on the icy sidewalks yesterday and today exacerbated the pains in my hips or sacroiliac or whatever it is that's screwed. Odd things affect me and odd things don't. It's a crap shoot. So, I do hope that Dr J's prognosis of complete cure is feasible in 2004. Wir wollen sehen, nicht wahr? The other thing is that my mental state is frail at present, but, the following Rowson cartoon from the Guardian indicates that others suffer too, even if unjustly! This is Tony Blair, the British Prime Minister. Wasn't there a TV show about him? Not actually, but there was one hilarious series called "Yes, Prime Minister" which can still be bought at the BBC shop.

December 10th., 2003: Wow, I actually felt better today after visiting the physiotherapist. A huge tug on my right leg apparently freed up the seized joint, which was affected by muscles in tension which weren't releasing properly. I have also emailed the WSIB (pasted below, as are others), to see how much longer I can expect to receive benefits: both physiotherapeutic and monetary. Christmas comes: Dad flies off to Auckland a week today, and three days before that we will both see my estranged wife, her sister Reneé, and my daughter Katharine. The latter, not even nine years old, has had her hair straightened, which to me is an insult both aesthetically and intellectually. Work out why I feel that way, and you will feel better, too.

Email of December 10th., 2003:

Dear Pierre Gandy,
Firstly, I would be grateful if you could please pass this message on to Mr Kember and to Marc Duparrot.
 
At my physiotherapy session today, Wednesday, I at last had an improvement to my leg/hip area after a huge tug by Duane, with another guy pressing down on my hips to prevent me moving (or to stop me hitting him!) This was the first time that I have received a noticeable improvement over the latest set of physiotherapy. The unlocking of my sacroiliac joint was obvious, but Duane advised me it could regress if not cared for and that more exercise/physio is required.
 
What also transpired at this session was a conversation about my status with Duane Brousmiche (613) 521-0233, where I was told that he and M Duparrot had been involved in telephone tag. Now, given my doctor's notes, which have been passed on to the WSIB, and also my actual condition, I believe that I have not yet improved in health to a safe level. Also, given the recent problems with obtaining coverage by the WSIB, that I am sure you can recall, I felt it was proper to email you so that nothing falls between the cracks.
 
I do not know whether the four week period that was originally quoted for physio, plus related WSIB payments, has been increased by cause. I still do not have the capacity to sit and walk properly, and progress has been slow, as my doctor has attested.
 
Could you please arrange for my situation to be reviewed, or, if a decision has been made, could I please be advised. Thank you in advance.
 
Regards,
Paul Dickins

December 11th., 2003: My email has been forwarded, so I shall see what happens, maybe, when I visit the Physio tomorrow afternoon. When I left home today, and stepped onto the road adjacent to our tower block, my right hip area seized solid, and I was stuck until it decided to let go. Good job there was no traffic at the time, hein? Felt better after walking for a while, and doing my exercises.

December 17th., 2003: Complete silence from WSIB personnel, other than being advised that it had been forwarded. It is a week since I asked for their advice. People have been telling me that this is normal behaviour and one can expect them to depend upon the fact that their silence will be rewarded by a corresponding lack of response from the afflicted. Not here, I think. Ombudsman &/or lawyer to be contacted: this weather, with the slippery snow and ice, and my lack of a car, inevitably has resulted in aches and pains relating to my hip area. What do they think is fair? No approval for physiotherapy, so heal imperfectly, or not at all. Bollocks to this nonsense. Am I expected to heal as if miracles were common? This is not the Mid-West of the USA.

In Ottawa, it is rain and snow, producing extremely unsafe walking conditions. It took me four times as long to walk home today, compared to normal snowfall. (In Ottawa, it is generally fine and dry snow that is usually easily traversed). And, of course, I ache and have twinges where my sacroiliac area has not properly healed. Tra la la! Oh, for the swallows of summer!

January 12th., 2004: The on and off is on again. This is the second week that I have been able to return to physiotherapy. And, it's on and off with my fitness. Today, after some work by Duane, I was in real pain, and the exercises I was expecting were not employed. I could touch my toes, but not as well after this bout. So, not knowing how long this will last, although Duane had spoken with a woman from WSIB last week. She told him to continue with physio, after the lapse of coverage, the cause of which my not knowing if I were covered or not. So, it carries on. Dad is in Auckland, NZ, and has recently been hospitalised with pneumonia. He's out again, and better, as far as I know. I'm glad he was ill there, in the Antipodean summer, and not here, where we have had an extremely nasty cold spell.

February 2nd., 2004: The last physiotherapy session: exercises, manipulation and an assessment of my status. Duane, the operator of torture upon my limbs, told me two things today that are significant. Firstly, he mentioned that upon the end of my first series of appointments, to do with the first injury of 2003, he had noted to the WSIB that he felt that I should not return to work at Doucet's, and certainly not in any capacity that included physical work. He has told me he will advise the WSIB that the same condition applies now my last appointment for my second injury has concluded. The second significant fact was the admission that he had had a similar injury, and that this had taken two years to heal. Now, I have had a history of being in much better than average health, having played (and refereed for a period) soccer for well over five decades. Nowadays, I could not argue that I was anywhere near what I have been. I do hope that this changes, but Duane advised me to take it gently for a considerable time, if I was ever to heal properly. So there, that's it with physiotherapy, other than the series of exercises I should maintain at home.

The fact that the WSIB never advised me that they knew that I shouldn't return to Doucet's is another nail in the coffin of their inefficiency. What now? Last cheque arrives shortly, so UI, or what? Job? One never knows, does one?

February 4th., 2004: I emailed Doucet's two days ago to find out what paperwork is needed to continue receiving some kind of income from somewhere. I don't know how long I shall have to wait for an adequate response.

Current status is as follows:
1. Injury remains: and see comment from Duane Brousmiche, Registered Physical Therapist, B.Sc.PT, (613) 521-0233, in February 2nd comment.
2. Can be regarded as chronic if not likely to heal for up to two years.
3. Job prospects limited both by age and by injury. No ability to work in a physical job. Sit down job limited by time: cannot sit normally for any kind of shift work that would require it. So, what's left?

February 20th., 2004: No response from Doucet's and it is now almost three weeks since I contacted them. Yesterday, I went to UI to determine what it took to receive benefits. Luckily, I had been to Rambert and had the forms filled out, and I had gone through my paperwork to find all of the relevant facts. It will be some four to six weeks before I can possibly expect to receive monies. Normal state of terror imposed as on all applicants: how is one expected to survive? I do think that, like Jerry Pournelle says, I do this stuff so that you don't have to.

March 2nd., 2004: Well, yesterday, I went on the Net to fill out the EI forms. Then I went out, to return to a phone message from somebody in Benefits of Some Kind Canada, to return the phone call asap because she wanted to discuss my claim. Great idea, except that the phone number was unobtainable. Today, I phoned an 800 number to speak, after the usual options, to a human and related my information. So, now I await another call, and this will no doubt further delay my claim. Not that my father's macular degeneration, causing him to lose his right to drive, made yesterday a really happy time.

The Oscars: Robbins & Sarandon; Kidman; Theron. The high life, indeed.

March 5th., 2004: Drove my father to Westgate, so he could purchase a transfer form for when he sells his car. Then went to Carlingwood to buy groceries. As a person who is in receipt of the effects of ageism, I laughed at the statement, by someone on a CBC Newsworld television programme, that was subject to racism: to be discriminated against is painful, quoth she. Well, it may be more painful for a visible minority, but that's what I am, n'est-ce pas?

March 29th., 2004: Last Friday, I went to the EI office in Ottawa, to find that my claim had been denied. I had been on the Internet trying to fill in my EI status, and was unable to do so. Until I went down to the offices, I did not understand why this had happened. I had suspected a technical failing. Anyway, my claim was denied because my WSIB payments form uninsurable earnings, and pushing the dates where I was receiving the monies back into the past does not help, because I was unemployed in that period. The letter denying me was dated March 24th., my birthday!! On my birthday, I read that Aretha Franklin was ill and that she would be 62 the next day. So, I am one day older than her, but far less wealthy, although seemingly in much better health. Win one, lose one.

April 2nd., 2004: April Fool's joke delayed to the next day: it seems because I am not able to receive EI, because of WSIB payments last year, the next step is to receive $50 per month, plus a bus pass, from Ottawa Partners for Jobs, as welfare is now called.

It seems that my situation was not considered by the planners: having to live at home when one is 62, where one has debts and living/maintenance expenses means nothing. Now I am in more of a parlous situation than ever before. The injury at work last year and the WSIB allowances do not mesh, especially when one realises that it is likely to be 2005 before my physical problems are ameliorated to a reasonable level. (These two paragraphs were copied to the info page, too.)

April 20th., 2004: A phone call today, regarding an email I sent to WSIB. It was an interesting conversation, although the tired argument that my injury was exacerbated by my sciatic nerve misalignment was raised once more. The problem is that my sacro-ileac problem at the top of my right leg was caused by stress that was nothing to do with anything other than working with fools and having to physically compensate for them in several ways. Mr X of WSIB at least admitted that Doucet's were not upholding their ISO standard when asked to report on workers. And, I would like to repeat here that Madame Doucet was the lady who told me that they couldn't keep their drivers. Paperwork, driving, loading, unloading, break times, co-workers: why not send someone home that was drunk at ten in the morning, not having gone to bed until early that same day whilst paralytic. This is the typical class of month-end employee.
    We also mentioned web design and soccer, both of which he knows I have experience with. In particular, we discussed the overly complicated designs of some sites, with excessive use of Flash, etc., that prevents easy use by modem owners. For soccer, I disagreed with the comment he made about warming up prior to games. I have never done that, merely kicked a ball about prior to the start of the game. It was never necessary for me to do stretches and such, and, in any event, I always found that I could maintain a high rate of output no matter what. That would apply even now, if I could play.

In 2008, I can walk with ease, mostly, and I can carry weights. I suffer if I have to move items in certain ways. I can almost trot, but it causes pain in my right hip area. It is better for me to walk, which I do over most of Ottawa, but sometimes I need the bus, and I am fit enough that I do not think of the bus as the first means of transporting myself about town.

It will become interesting when I clear my storage area whenever I find a place to live after my father leaves the planet (euphemism). That I will do without killing myself.

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Doucet's Moving and Storage Limited
25-5370 Canotek Road
Gloucester, ON
K1J 9E8
(613) 742-7555 Phone
(613) 742-8081 Fax
info@doucetsmoving.com  Email or: jay@doucetsmoving.com

Paul Dickins
(613) 237-1848 Phone
paul@mattoid.com  Email

Doctor Julian Rambert (now retired, due to illness)
1177 Belanger Avenue, Suite 105
Ottawa, ON
K1H 8A1
(613) 737-5295 Phone

Duane Brousmiche
Registered Physical Therapist
Professional Physiotherapy Centre
1582 Bank Street
Ottawa, ON
K1H 7Z5
(613) 521-0233 Phone
(613) 521-6027 Fax

Workers Safety and Insurance Board
200 Front Street West
Toronto, ON
M5V 3J1

Workers Safety and Insurance Board
99 Metcalfe Street, Suite 700
Ottawa, ON
K1P 1E8
(613) 237-8840
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