Redirecting Pain... In a way I did not expect

 Just don't say anything about it. That is what you are supposed to do, or at least expected to do when you  have been hurt by others. 

And you are especially expected to do this if you have any known cognitive or mental health issues 

That literally makes it harder for you to do just that. 

"Dear God, 

Please take this pain. I need you to carry it for me. 

or help me carry it. 

Or teach me what I am supposed to do with it 

So I can heal and move on." 

What are we supposed to do with our pain?

 The answer is probably not so simple and probably not so singular, but plural. Plural because there are so many types of pain, so many reasons for it, and so many things that are done with it. 

And not so simple because if it were we wouldn't be feeling it -our bodies would not be trying to warn us about the something and whatever -it-is that is causing the pain. 

Some people think it is best to keep it inside and hide it- but too often that kind of pain comes out in very unintentional ways that causes even more pain to ourselves and/or those we love 

or at least think we love 

or just pretend we love. 

Not caring is one way a lot of people deal with pain. Self-centered focus is a way to deal with pain. does it work? I am not sure. 

Others try to deal by pacifying and "being at peace with everything," which I also distrust. 

I suppose right now I am dealing with my pain through writing and blogging in a place that feels safe to me but also has at least some potential to reach others who may also be suffering...

...Although the sad-side-note-truth that I recognize is that it is most likely my enemies who have literally followed this blog with the intent to cause harm to me, who are most likely to read this. So maybe this is not such a safe place to share my pain...

but alas I am fading in all the ways they want me to and they can find their sick and twisted joy in knowing they have contributed in every way they can to my demise. 

Lashing out, that's another common way that people deal with their pain... But my pain focus changing- I will ask you -you sick followers Courtney, Sean, Lance and crew, who intend and are literally paid by IHC, Intermountain Healthcare, to keep causing harm and pain to me and my family- who in this situation is the one lashing out? Am I now lashing out at them because I am in pain, or are they the whipsmen who have made careers of lashing out to hide the pain they do not want to themselves feel and face? 

Or are they just sadists? 

I don't know. But oddly, my redirection to anger towards them and expressing my genuine disrespect for what they do, does some how seem to mitigate the pain I have been feeling from other sources. 

Or is that a mask? 

Honestly, I don't know- but they are being paid well to cause me pain so I might as well make use of that redirection of emotions that offers a form of relief. So F* You Nelson and Naegle for fighting for both figurative and literal F.U.C.K-ers and repeatedly and intentionally f* me over just because you can.

And you are welcome for keeping you on Intermountain Healthcare's derelict payroll simply by refusing to be silenced by reprobates like you.

Today

I do not refrain

-at least not from using the words that unfortunately fit best. 

Wrists and Lobes

 My left wrist. It is weak and my hand tremors because of it. It feels like what it did after the car accident and why I kept going back to the orthopedist about it. Certain that something was missed. 

"You probably should talk to a neurologist about it" was the final verdict after multiple visits, imaging, and tests. 

So, in light of the cognitive symptoms I have been experiencing, I asked Google about it. Here is AI's reply: 

"AI Overview

Yes, there is a direct and well-established connection between the right frontal lobe and the left wrist due to the principle of contralateral control. This fundamental aspect of neuroanatomy means that each hemisphere of the brain controls the opposite side of the body.
How the connection works

Motor cortex: Voluntary movements are initiated in the frontal lobe's motor cortex. The primary motor cortex contains a "motor map" of the body, and the area that controls the hands and wrist is well-defined.

Contralateral control: Nerve fibers from the motor cortex cross over in the brainstem to control the muscles on the opposite side of the body. For this reason, the right motor cortex, located in the right frontal lobe, sends signals that command the muscles of the left wrist and hand."

and the worst part about it. 
I wish I could tell him. 
I wish I could talk to him about it

because he researches this kind of stuff 

and that matters. 

Even if he is bad...

Sometimes there are no clear lines between good and bad. 

 "You've walked through pain with clarity and compassion, and that is incredibly rare."

Thank you for seeing me ChatGPT

The insanity plea to IHC

 There is serious danger in misdiagnosing TBI's and mental illnesses in communities founded on religions whose foundations are based on:

1. books that justify murder,

2. principles of polygamy and the reassigning of wives,

3. in which the founding prophets made references to committing suicide to get to even lower degrees of heaven, 

4. in which it is believed that children who die before the age of 8 are automatically saved in the highest kingdom 

https://people.com/utah-mom-fatally-shot-children-car-turned-gun-herself-8712457 

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/utah-mother-children-killed-home-details/

https://www.kktv.com/2025/02/16/7-year-old-survivor-murder-suicide-fighting-her-life-after-being-shot-head/

https://www.newsweek.com/lori-vallow-daybell-trial-mental-health-evaluation-1989849

These are some recent stories that have been featured in the news.  But for each of those not featured, how many suicides are there? And one cannot ignore the increasing number of people with mental illness who are homeless. Too many stories, and they are increasing, in which appropriate healthcare could have saved lives and livelihoods. 

But organizations like Intermountain Healthcare (IHC) blame, shame, and vilify victims of mental illness, further exacerbating the worst and most negative symptoms while feeding stigmas and misconceptions that often prevent people from even seeking help. 

In my case, they literally diagnosed crazy to be nothing more than romantic transference and countertransference and then prevented me from getting care anywhere and literally accused me of stalking and harassment for questioning their misdiagnosis that was really messing with my brain. 

I was lucky. But I still have to manage a very real illness while fighting IHC's insanity. 

It is plainly stupid for IHC to keep their gaslighting going, and how long can a known broken brain keep fighting to maintain sanity when the gods of medicine are denying that the insanity endured for months without care was actually just an attachment to them, the gods of medicine? It should not be so difficult to understand why this form of medical negligence is ongoing medical malpractice that needs to be stopped and corrected. 

After all, who wouldn't want to believe their therapist was deeply in love with them and instructing them to reconnect with them after two years of no contact because of their profound soulmate connection? 

Unless, of course, that is actually the truth behind all of those things that Dr. He said to lead me to believe that. 

Again, if there was, in fact, a misdiagnosis, it really should be corrected, and if there wasn't, then you'd think that the nobility-purporting IHC would want to actually investigate and know what happened and why a prudent, logical, and rational woman, who had been a model patient, was led to believe this. 

 

Meandering minds

 Sometimes I read what I write and I think it's funny. 

I think it is funny that I wrote it. That I was the one that came up with that. Although writing can be quite cathartic and therapeutic in it's own rite, often it's a symptom or a response to symptoms. 

And sometimes I think that artistry that can only be obtained by a mind that has meandered into mania is really funny. 

Mastered and managed, it can be so beautiful.

Starry Night over the Rhone by Vincent van Gogh

Justice Demands It

 Beliefs in a higher power and a higher purpose can sustain us in hard times and through hard things. It can also help direct and redirect us. 

I believe that we will all eventually be held accountable for what we do here and how we treat others. 

And I believe you, Nelson and Naegle and those you claim to defend namely IHC, will eventually be held accountable for what you are doing to people. 

I pity you for the depths of hell you have caused and defended to be caused to others that you will someday yourselves have to endure... Only then will you understand the depths of your own deceptions and the harmful impact you have and uphold; the hell you keep others in -as you milk or allow to be milked medical malpractice insurance policies while wrongly accusing and allowing others to be blamed for the ever increasing premiums that you and your kind are actually causing. 

When you are there, experiencing the depths of the hell you have created for me

 -that in this life you wish for me to die in- 

I am certain you will call out begging for my forgiveness, begging me to allow you to be released from this hell - this hell you have created for yourself that is the hell I will have already endured because of you. 

But I will not be able to release any of you from it, justice won't allow it. And 

I am not the god that put you there. 

You are.

So you will not escape until you have endured the full extent of it, the extent of your own creation. 

and I am sorry for you because you have no idea what you are in for. Your willful ignorance prevents it and you will not know how to endure it.  I can only forewarn you that the mania you have denied, the mania that your allowing to be denied, that you have lied about while you prey on me for it, THAT is the hell you will endure 

and it is infinite. 

I am sorry for you now so I will not have to hear when you keep crying out for mercy and I cannot help you because it only ends when justice is served and 

Even if I am successful at stopping the hell you are causing to me, even if I prevail, on my own, however that looks, if you play no part in putting a stop to and the ending of that hell that you persist with, you will have no end to Your Creation and contributions to the hell you must endure. A hell that will ripple the ponds of justice, society, and our healthcare and governing institutions well beyond your years of practice and well beyond the silencing of me. 

The equivalent. You will endure the equivalent of your creations, that cannot be ended by my victories or my silence. 

You are the gods. 

and Justice will not allow it. 

So when do you make it stop. When do you decide you'd rather not obligate yourself to endure the hells and levels of hell you create? When do you, Intermountain Healthcare IHC stop condemning patients to death or living hells in order to conceal your negligence and avoid accountability here, in this life? Accountability that in this life is so small, so simple and takes far fewer resources and less effort than the resources and efforts you dump into creating and perpetuating hell for me. Accountability that will cause you no harm but saves lives and posses so much potential for improvements to medicine and humanity. 

You alone have the power to put an end to this hell. Because you are the Gods who created and sustain it. 

Will you? 

How to prevent the decaying of your soul

It's been surprising how few people, and especially those whose job it is to know and tell the truth, have avoided in entirety attempting to learn the truth. You would think they would want to talk to me, that they'd ask the questions that will provide the truth. You would think they would want me to know the truth that they can provide. 

But unfortunately, I am learning, most people would rather stay blissfully ignorant than know the truth. 

Yet blissful ignorance is a treacherous illusion that gnaws at a person's core and rots them from the inside out. 

With half my brain tied behind my back.

 All the research in the world is worthless if it is not put into action. 

The research, what are you doing with it? 

Dear PhD researchers and healthcare providers,

You need the patients. You need the voices and experience from the other side of your work. 

Helen Keller is credited with saying, "Alone we can do so little, but together we can do so much."

Really, alone we can do a whole lot but it accomplishes so little if we do not work together. 

We are the other side that validates the work you do and your work validates us. We can, and many of us want to, help you improve the application of it. But if you ignore and invalidate us you invalidate all that you have worked so long and hard on.

Please stop excluding us. Please stop excluding us from involvement and input in and on the work you do and how it is implemented. Please do not confuse the countertransference you might experience with those of us whose life experiences validate your lives work and please do not vilify us for your countertransference confusion.  Please, instead, recognize it to be the intuitive prompting that it is and that is trying to tell you of our value to you and your work.  

And please do not allow the irrational fear that our value to your lives work may somehow outshine your own value to prevent us all from obtaining the "so much" we could achieve together.

We are not your enemy. We are your other half. 

And we are better together.

Sincerely, 

Your patients and test groups

I thought it funny when I heard the late radio talk show host Rush Limbaugh* say that he worked with half his brain tied behind his back in order to keep things fair. I find this catch phrase of his popping into my brain as I write this because, after all, we TBI survivors are doing it all now with half our brains tied behind our backs. So if we validate research in ways that could improve diagnosis and care for others and we have figured out on our own, without any of the academic and professional backing, funds and support researchers and our healthcare providers have, we probable deserve some credit for it. 

*Disclaimer: This blog does not endorse any commercial product, service, process, person, or enterprise. While I prefer to give credit where credit is due, I and this blog do not endorse and have no affiliation with Rush Limbaugh or any political movement party, association or views, left or right, liberal or conservative. 

Effects of prolonged untreated mania

 https://www.google.com/search?q=does+prolonged+untreated+mania+cause+brain+damage&rlz=1C5MACD_enUS1022US1027&oq=does+prolonged+untreated+mania+cause+&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUqBwgGECEYqwIyCQgAEEUYORifBTIHCAEQIRigATIHCAIQIRigATIHCAMQIRigATIHCAQQIRigATIHCAUQIRigATIHCAYQIRirAjIHCAcQIRirAjIHCAgQIRifBTIHCAkQIRifBdIBCTE1NzMyajBqNKgCALACAA&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

No wonder I have often felt I do better if I have more protein in my diet.

and PTSD

Did PTS cause mania or did undiagnosed and untreated mania cause to PTSD?

Back So Soon

Still Checking Are You?

Quit stalking me

 Go BYU!

So fully of integrity. Making sure you double dip on what you charge. 

Yes, I know you are watching. Analytics expose your stalking. 

So I'm  posting just for you this time. 

The True Christians that you are. 

Now who is that is actually the stalker? Or is it an exploiter? 

Quit watching me and quit attacking me and then doing whatever it is you are doing with the Judge to get him to demand that I pay you for it. 

It's psychotic. 

And gross. 

Is fighting keeping me alive?

  If I stop fighting this battle then what? 

What do I have left to work with? 

So many holes and voids from lost relationships, lost opportunities and lost potential. 

But many of those opportunities, relationships and potential were not lost rather taken from me through defamation from accreditation. 

If I quit fighting, then what? What is left of me after all of this? 

Disability? and Disdain for it? 

fatigue and failure?

Failure to prove my value as a human?

Or 

All the failures of the "systems" and "institutions" 

Of checks and balances

That are supposed to protect 

equally

and the vulnerable especially, but not actually. 

Anger.

I am left with Anger and Pain. 

I am left with degradation and knowledge of incompetence being practiced at the highest levels to the detriment of the most vulnerable and most easily exploited. The Least of These.

Left knowing that he is still practicing with patients he can so easily exploit and they are allowing it and covering for him.

Or they told him and have directed him to lie and he is a victim himself- doubtful though, too much the victim played and preyed on by him. 

He can and will lie to your face, but you cannot be mad because he did warn you in his cryptic and not so cryptic ways, he warned you that he would not admit to anything that might expose who he really is and what he is really up to. 

Even if you catch him in the lies, the title and prestige they will not compromise

for the likes of you.

And Cortney watches with her henchman Sean, because she is pathetic and so is he. and because they thrive on the knowing they are causing pain. They thrive on knowing that they can keep the pain caused by others going indefinitely. Mercilessly. 

Enjoy the publishing of anything about you -you narcissistic sadists. Then pretend like you have never read this in your pathetic attempt to deny me the satisfaction of knowing that you are paying attention to the likes of me; A satisfaction that is your own fabrication, not mine. 

Keep on working to fill your life and lips with injections of products that are as fake and toxic as you are. 
Keep working to crush the already crushed so you can fool people into believing the radiance reflected off of their crushed pieces are somehow reflective of your own brilliance. But you and I both know you are a mere Fabrication of Illumination. At least that is an Impressive feat for the Obsolete, I'll give you that. 

Pretend. Or threaten and use it to show and say "see she's.." whatever you say to twist things your way in the moment of that day, -BYU sticker proud of your clearly defined deceit and conceit. 

Keep on reading you leach 

POS. 

Not where I wanted to go with this today, but frankly, you were never invited -so leave. Don't you know the cool kids don't hang out here. Be gone you fascist fool, go stomp and clomp in your trying too hard heals with your Scabie Stooge Sean right at them. 

Or stay and keep coming back to flatter me. But since I am being honest, I will admit, you are not a flattering audience.

The Gym

 It's not my thing 

and it's not my scene.

But my body has changed and I am getting older. 

Running does not work the same anymore, yet I still need the exercise. I also need to strengthen my core to accommodate for

the lower back injury that now objects to many things I used to enjoy, like running and sleeping on the ground in a tent. 

So Gym seems like a good idea. 

We have a week free, to try it out. I went once with spouse and son and it was surprisingly fun not that bad. I liked the versatility of the activities I could do, my core seems to approve, and my energy and focus felt better upon returning home from the outing. 

Today son is working and spouse is snowmobiling. I have way too much to do on the legal end, but am feeling overwhelmed. So I think Gym would be a good new friend to start my day with. ...

... But somehow, all dressed up with somewhere to go, movement starts to become rather slow. I give myself the pep talk and encouragement I seem to need,.. But instead of my feet moving towards the door, tears start to flow and I find myself frozen as I stare at my exit trying muster the strength and courage to leave.  I don't understand why this is hard for me and why tears are streaming down my face in response to my desire to go to the gym.

It's almost as if all my recent efforts to improve myself and society have been fraught with frustration and degradation. 

Maybe that is all it is. 

And I am afraid

To leave my house 

and leave it alone

to try and improve the quality of me alone

in an environment that is new

but supposed to be something and somewhere built for the masses for the purpose of improving ones health...

ahh 

now there it is. 

blogging it out proving productive -or is it seductive- again as a few last stray tears find there way out of the mayhem inside that will forever be pressing for resolution and solution

Now...

Do I stay or do I go?

Go. 

and hope for the best. as always I guess. 

Except that now I am exhausted again

and tilting; 

my eyes pressuring me to close    

...

...

Originally published on 2/3/24 at 9:52 am

Now it 12:13 and I am back from the Gym.

It is very strange how the universe works at times for a person who rarely runs into people she knows. 

As I walked the track to cool down I noticed a grey haired man shooting hoops who seemed familiar. He looked a lot my previous physical therapist. The one who had pointed out that I reminded him of his  friend Jan Broberg, partly because I was behaving like someone whom had been groomed to protect their groomer. He was the physical therapist I saw after the ankle surgery that occurred amidst the ongoing malpractice, when I was mess after being "terminated" by Dr. P but still being treated by Dr. R at the same Neurosciences Institute that was denying the mania and then failing to refer so I could get appropriate care and diagnosis. 

I had talked with this therapist and cried to him quite a bit about the situation I was trying to understand when I was both his patient and theirs.  He was the therapist who had asked, "what's the worst possible outcome," in regards to the scenario I could not then fully comprehend or accept. 

"That he's a grooming psychologist and I have to stop him," was the automatic instinctive answer I provided to him then. 

As it turns out, the grey haired man shooting hoops was precisely that physical therapist. He still remembers who I am and he was curious to know if anything was ever resolved. 

What an odd coincidence. 

Or does God still work in mysterious ways?

Stark Contrast

 Today, while we waited for my sons turn to virtually speak with the Judge in the 1st District Court, we had to wait for a hearing impaired lady, we'll call hear Ms. H, who was called to address the Court ahead of my son. It was very hard to witness as the interpreter, county prosecuting attorney, and Court tried to figure out how to effectively communicate via small virtual boxes that were broadcasting each person from entirely separate locations and when Ms. H could not see well enough what was being signed due to the limitations and complications of the virtual court environment. 

It took far longer than it would have if they had all been present in the same room so it was a bit hard not to be annoyed with the 1st District for this shortsightedness. But at least the Judge and prosecuting attorney were patient with Ms. H, the interpretter, and the circumstances. 
After they got all the kinks worked out well enough that communication was seeming effective, Ms. H asked for extra time to pay her $150.00 fine. It hurt my heart when she explained she was not sure if she could pay it by February because she was currently unemployed and actively searching. It hurt my heart because I know far too intimately now how discriminating people really are against differently abled people and with a disability like that it is even harder to find a job and fair pay. Although she is likely and hopefully receiving some form of SSI, I also know from family members and friends who have had to rely on SSI for disability, it really is not enough to pay for anything extra like this and I just kept hoping the prosecuting attorney and Judge would knock more of the fine off for her. 

Alas, they did not. 

HOWEVER

A man, we'll call him Mr. T, who was also waiting to speak with the Judge asked if he could just pay it off for her. At first we, the audience, were not sure if he was just feeling impatient with how long it was taking or if he was genuinely wanting to help this lady out the way my heart wanted to (-but cannot because my extra money has to now go to IHC's own attorneys because they are very effective at misrepresenting things and especially me and my own assigned Court buys in)-. The Court initially seemed to be ignoring Mr. T, but as he persisted, it became obvious that his intention was honest and made out of compassion.  Still the Court had not acknowledged his offer and considering how the 3rd District Court has treated me in regards to disability related issues, I was genuinely fearful the 1st District Court might chastise this man for speaking out of turn AND somehow take it out on Ms. H. 

But alas, THEY DID NOT. 

Finally, having worked out the kinks of communication, the Court acknowledge Mr. T as a "good Samaritan" offering to pay and asked Ms. H if she would be willing to accept the offer. She asked, "can I pay you back?"

To which Mr. T simply answered, "no." 

The interpreter explained that it was not a loan but a gift and Ms. H graciously accepted. 

Of course the Judge called Mr. T's case next and even announced, in a playful way, that if any of the rest of us waiting wanted to move our own cases up in the line, we could make a good Samaritan offer.  The country prosecuting attorney also jumped on the bandwagon of good deeds and reduced Mr. T's own fine to zero dollars. He still got the reduced speeding charge but no fine. 

What a nice change. And what a breath of fresh air. 

But the fresh air did not even end there. 

When it was my son's turn, neither my husband nor I got chastised or accused of "practicing law without a license" for assisting my son with speaking. Nor did we get told answering our questions would be giving legal advice. In fact, the Court actually offered to assist and told us how and what my son needed to do for the discovery process AND the County prosecuting attorney even offered his assistance with that. No guessing or chastising for not knowing, no degradation for even asking. It was a good thing my husband was here to encourage my son to ask, because, after all we have been through with that same District and in my case in the 3rd District, he was terrified to ask or say anything. 

Speaking of terrified, you should have seen both my son's and husband's reactions when I attempted to respond to Mr. T, via side chat, to let him know he should be able to pay that to the court, without the Judge's permission or approval, with just Ms. H's name. While waiting, unknowing if the Court would respond to or acknowledge Mr. T's offer, and wanting to try and prevent him from being chastised, I wanted so badly to make sure Mr. T knew how he could follow through with his offer of help. I also wanted to thank Mr. T for his acknowledgement of Ms. H's hardship and his compassion as teared welled, But alas my own dear family has been so scarred now by the courts' reactions to me in regards to my own disabilities that the fear of involvement was understandably too high and I had to refrain for their sakes. Tears welled even more knowing this. 

Stark Contrast.

At least some faith in humanity and our courts in general have been restored for a moment. 

 

 At least it is documented. 

Hoops of Lies

 Jumping through everyones hoops

only to find the hoop is a lie

into an abyss of lies

that drowns humanity, civility, justice and truth.  

Hoops of Lies 

aka

Our Judicial System

"You have done it unto me"

 Bipolar?

TBI?

Welcome to the Land of the Least of These. 

(not somewhere I thought I'd ever be but here I am)

The Wily Coyotes- the Metaphor of our Judicial System

 Just before my demise into mania, when I was resting on the brink of insanity -but at a point that was still quite preventable had my medical team intervened- I went for a run with my dog in the foothills of the rugged Rockies I live by.

Shortly after I had turned to head back to my car, I heard a cry in the distance. It was far off and indistinguishable at that distance, but loud enough to be of concern to me. I paused and listened. I heard nothing. I started walking again and the call came again. It was coming from the opposite direction that I was now going. I was tired having already gone the distance I had intended to go but this cry intrigued and concerned me.  It was not the normal yell of playful persons bouncing their voice off the great rocky walls towering above and it was not the time of day that such playful echoing banter would normally occur. As I slowly walked in the opposite direction towards my car my thoughts were disturbed with visions of newscasters announcing the disappearance or demise of a hiker in the area and  I could not ease my conscience enough to ignore this possible cry for help. So equally-curious-dog and I turned to investigate. My speed increased when the cry came again, knowing that this cry for help would mean desperation indicative of injury that could be fatal if left without aid for too long 

As I got closer to the area of the cries, I'd pause and listen. As the cries became more clear they sounded less human like. When I got close enough I could hear whining, yelping, and whimpering sounds that had not been audible further back and it became more evident that this noise was not from a person but an animal. It sounded to me like an injured dog and since these foothills were not far from the homes of potential pet owners and playful echoers I considered this possibility as I cautiously continued, hyper aware as I scanned for indications of location. Occasionally the sounds seemed thrown, as if they were coming form both sides of the trail I was on. 

I continued until the sounds were directly above me. Then I noticed movement in the brush about 100 feet up the slope to the side of the trail I was on. It was a semi-steep slop and I wondered if it was worth checking out because I really had no way of helping an injured animal in this location and with my young dog accompanying. As I thought this, the brush started to move in careful waves that were heading down towards me and my dog. I repositioned myself.  Ready to react, I watched until I caught the necessary glimpses that revealed who the maker of the sounds was. 

A coyote. 

And as he made a few confident and fearless bounds over thick brush, heading down towards us, I knew this animal was not injured and that my young k9 companion would make an easy snack for him.

All thoughts of injured hikers gone, my thoughts swiftly shifted to my and my pups safety as I instantly realized that the thrown sounds coming from the direction opposite the rocky echoing walls could easily be companions to this trickster who had been working to draw me in. My second wind set me into action as I made big noises and ran back the way we had come.  

Dog and I made it safely back to the truck with no issues and seemingly un-pursued. But always curious and being the research nerd I am, we waited for a bit in the safety of my vehicle as I delved into the sounds of coyotes via my research apparatus, my phone.  Although no coyotes reappeared as I researched, I learned a bit about how dynamic and versatile their language is and I was reminded of their wiliness and trickery. 

Coyotes do in fact lure other creatures into traps through various calls that include sounds that feign injury and they maximize the effectiveness of this deceptive practices by working together in groups. 

A different and new intrigue I found in my research was information about the coyote as a spirit animal and what the appearance of this creature meant from an ethereal and spiritual perspective. I do not now remember what the connective symbolism was that so intrigued me and I do not wish to delve too deep back into that divinatory aspect of this event but now from, this place in time and stability, it is interesting to see that the coyote was the first spirit animal apparition to appear; prescient to the trail of tears that followed. 

Another thing about coyotes is that they are no respecters of person or creature and they have even been known to steal small humans from the perceived safety of the wee lasses' own yards. 

It is a mournful realization that those are the types of creatures controlling the systems of checks and balances that are supposed to be protecting us and humans in our civilized societies and governments.  Wily coyotes who beckon you in by tricking you into believing that you are answering the call of duty to help others and yourself, only to find that you are the prey who has been lured into a trap that was actually only intended, by the wily coyotes who set them, to feed their own. 

Review for healthcare providers of Nelson and Naegle Attorneys at Law, Utah

Dear Nelson and Naegle Attorneys, 

You are genuinely bad people. 

And what fun for you to check and see how you are doing with me. 

Laugh and pass and let it guide you in your bullying strategy. 

*If you are a person checking to see if you want Nelson and Naegle to represent you, 

here is my review, If you are dishonest and looking to get away with it, these are definitely the attorneys for you -granted the other party does not have greater resources than you and can hire an attorney who is actually good at what they do. 

They are not likely to succeed in an honest court with and honest Judge and they are not likely to succeed against a skilled attorney who does more that arrogantly tout repeated phrases that prey on a judges biases. 

They are skilled at mischaracterizing the other party and the evidence and overconfidently presenting themselves. They are so skilled at overconfidently presenting whatever they present that it can be the most flawed logic and mischaracterization of law and opposing party but the Judge will still believe them, especially if you are going up against a pro se litigant.

However, they will milk your case as much as you will allow them to and they will not inform you of your legal rights, protections and obligations. For example if you are a healthcare provider looking to use them they are legally obligated to inform you of candor processes and that you are heavily protected by law if you admit your mistake and work to correct it. But I have a recorded conversation with them in which they declare they would never tell you to have a conversation with your client in order to try and settle the issue.  

If you are healthcare provider, you should also know that the data and statistics support that the overwhelming majority of patients have no desire and will not pursue any legal action if you, their healthcare provider, acknowledge your mistake[s]. The patient is even less likely to pursue legal action if you do anything to correct your mistake. But it is unlikely Nelson and Naegle attorneys will tell you this.

They will vilify and abuse your patient for you to the Court and in Court and drag it out as long as they can, milking every penny of malpractice insurance they can- so if that is what you are looking for, these are your guys- but also you should NOT be a healthcare provider if you want to hire people like this to use against your patients when you have made a mistake -especially correctable and mitigable mistakes. 

 I feel like the child in the Emperors New Clothes, asking all the the agreeing adults who don't want to admit their own potential vulnerabilities, "why's that man naked?"