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Free Trade and What It Cost Me

Free Trade and What It Cost Me



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Published by David1949
America's Free Trade Agreement and What It Cost me. My job- six years of pain and suffering. My story of how I had a cervical disc fusion which was "Botch" by the doctor. This left me with a paralyzed vocal cord requiring another surgery. Removal of the first disc fusion and another disc fusion.How an incomptent Doctor ruined my life.
America's Free Trade Agreement and What It Cost me. My job- six years of pain and suffering. My story of how I had a cervical disc fusion which was "Botch" by the doctor. This left me with a paralyzed vocal cord requiring another surgery. Removal of the first disc fusion and another disc fusion.How an incomptent Doctor ruined my life.

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“Free Trade and What It Cost Me”
Someone e-mailed me the other day asking about my disability and how I was injured. Insteadof answering the question in a long e-mail, I am going to write the entire story for everyone toread. I have not written about my injury or the events that followed the day I was first hurt. So,this is the story of my last six years.I was working in the maintenance department for the company I began working for in November of 1972. My first job was running drill presses, moved on to different machines, andfinally transferred to the maintenance department. I had been in maintenance for about twenty-five of my then thirty-two years there.As with many U.S. companies looking to make a profit, my company first built a plant inMexico, calling it our sister plant. We would only out source some small products that were notgiving them a large profit. The company promised that no jobs would be lost in our plant. Thatwas just one of the many lies we were told.On July 8, 2003 while crating some equipment to ship to China, I suffered my first symptomsof trouble. My left hand was swollen and my neck hurt so badly I could barely turn my head.My co-worker and I went to our supervisor, who was also the Safety Director, and told himabout my neck and showed him my left hand. This was about two in the afternoon. Mysupervisor looked at my hand and then looked at the remaining equipment. He then looked atme and said: “This s--- has got to ship!” With that, he turned and walked away. I went homeafter work, took some pain pills and rested. I was able to go to work the next morning and began crating the China bound equipment. I made it two hours into the shift.Suddenly I felt a pain in my left shoulder as if I had been hit with a sledgehammer. I could notstand up or sit down without extreme pain. I made it to the nurses’ station and called for theEmergency Response Team for help. One of the women trained in first aid came to the office.After checking my blood pressure and asking a lot of questions it was clear she had no clue aswhat to do. We tried to call my wife several times but the line was busy. I knew I couldn’t work anymore and I was not going to just lay there so I decided that I was going home.No one tried to stop me or talk me out of leaving. I took some pain pills from the cabinet andleft for home. I don’t know how I drove to Sherman with the pain I was having. I made it homeand Audrey called our family doctor for an emergency appointment. I tried to lay on the beduntil it was time for the appointment. After less than an hour, I couldn’t wait any longer andasked Audrey to take me to the Emergency Room. The pain was getting worse by the minute.My entire left shoulder was hurting and I couldn’t stand the pain any longer.
We spent almost nine hours at the Emergency Room. Their main concern was to make sure Iwas not having a heart attack. They didn’t care about anything else. They did give me an I.V.with some painkiller injected into the tube every hour or so. As long as I was lying down the pain was not as bad. As I tried to get off the gurney, the pain would return and I would fall back down. After almost nine hours there, it was decided that I was free to go home. Audrey went toget the car and the nurse prepared me to leave. This consisted of her giving me a large dose of Demerol in the hip so I would not scream when she put me into the wheel chair.The next day I went to see my family Doctor for his evaluation. He referred me to anOrthopedic Surgeon. After seeing Dr. Osterman for his evaluation, he said that I needed to havesurgery to repair the damage. He could not do the surgery needed because he was no longer doing spinal cord surgeries. Another factor was as of Oct.1, 2003 he would no longer acceptWorker’s Compensation patients. My current treating Doctor, Dr. Karazmi, would also drop outof the Worker’s Compensation program. I was left without a Doctor.During the first few weeks after my accident I was in pretty good spirits. I thought maybe Iwould be off work for a few months and then return to my job. As the weeks turned to monthsand the months turned into a year, I began to go downhill. I became depressed, I was oftenmoody, and my entire personality changed. This was gradual and I didn’t know what was goingon in my own mind. I knew I was filled with anger with my company. The people I had workedwith for 32 years and I thought were my friends had stopped calling me.I don’t know for sure who I was mostly disappointed in at the time. My supervisor and I werefriends, so I thought. He called me one time during the first month I was off work. He didn’tcall to check on me, he called to ask if another maintenance worker could call me foinstructions on how to program a computer for the HVAC system. I didn’t like the man and Ihad good reasons for my attitude toward him. I was still a company man and agreed to help himwith the problems. After I trained him over the telephone for almost a week, he never calledagain. I felt used. After I had done everything asked of me over the telephone my supervisor stopped taking my calls. I would call him, leave a message about some questions I had, and ask him to return my call. I called him one day when I knew he was at his desk and he would notanswer my call. I left him a message telling him I knew he was sitting at his desk and he shouldhave the decency to answer the phone or return my call. He never returned any of my calls. My“friend” of over thirty years would no longer speak to me. That made my depression and anger even worse.There would be some days when I would just sit on the patio thinking to myself what did I doto deserve this. There had to be a reason for what I was going through but I could not think of anything I had done to deserve all the physical pain plus the mental pain I had. Yes, there weremany days when I would just sit there and feel sorry for myself. I had things to worry about. I
was not certain of our financial situation at the time. I did not have a clue as to what I wassupposed to do as for filing for my disability benefits or how long the pay would last. I hadalways taken care of the lawn and then I was forced to watch Audrey do all the things I should be doing. She did all the mowing, trimming and all the household chores while I watched. Thatmade me feel even worse.For some reason when the checks form Worker’s Compensation and my Long Term Disabilitystarted coming on a regular basis, I felt guilty in a way for taking the money. It was the samewhen the Worker’s Compensation told me that I had to file for my Social Security DisabilityBenefits. Why did I feel guilty for taking money I deserved? I worked sixty to seventy-fivehours a week for years to earn every penny I was receiving. Audrey had a rough time getting meto recognize that fact.First, I didn’t do anything to deserve the pain I was suffering. I had no reason to feel any guiltover getting back what I had paid into the system. I had earned the right to be compensated for my injury. None of this was my fault and I had to get passed this phase in my healing process. If you have never been in a situation like this it will probably be hard for you to understand theemotions you go through. It is natural to be scared of the uncertain future. Anger is also anatural emotion when you discover you will never work again. Depression is probably the worstof the effects a severe injury causes. It is easy for those around you to tell you to cheer up.Everything will be all right. When you are in a state of deep depression, you need more thanwords to bring you out and back to normal. For me it took a very loving and caring wife, prayers from many people most of whom I never met. Most important was finally realizing thatI was and am where I am today because of God’s plan for me. God has led me through this andI am not sure what His purpose was for me but now I accept it for what it is.The W.C. insurance company caseworker told me he could not recommend a Doctor. Wewould have to find our own Doctor. After several months, I requested that another caseworker  be assigned to me. My request was granted and my case was given to a very nice and helpfulwoman. After Patsy took over my case, I was sent for an evaluation by an independent surgeon.He said my problem was Orthopedic and recommended I be sent to an Orthopedic Specialist. Iwas passed back and forth between Doctors for months.After several months, I ended up in the office of Dr. Brent Morgan. One of “D” magazine’s toprated Neurosurgeons in the state. After undergoing another M.R.I. Dr. Morgan sent me for Physical Therapy. Three times a week for four weeks. That didn’t help. It made the pain worse.I think it was in December of 2004 I had a cervical disc fusion. This was done at Frisco MedicalCenter. I received expert care from the staff there and so did Audrey. There was only one small problem: I could not talk! I tried and could only whisper. Dr. Morgan said that was normal and

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I read it again! Wow! What an experience you have survived! I love the way you ended this story!
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Rough ride my friend. It's good you had friends. Glad you're back.
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Hi. Good to see you popping in on SCRIBD again! I am going to read this soon. I remember it being a very well-written account of your experiences.
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