HE FOR THE COMMENTS ABOUT MAKING THINGS EASIER DURING A PLAGUE, AND SHE, FOR HAVING TO SPELL AN EXPLETIVE EXPLETIVE EXPLETIVE IRISH SURNAME EVERY EXPLETIVE TIME AND THAT IT RHYMES WITH EXPLETIVE NEW YORK
EXPLETIVE EXPLETIVE EXPLETIVE IRISH surname each EXPLETIVE TIME and that IT RHYMES WITH EXPLETIVE new york.
nope. there's still the 'kick the bucket-list'
— mrjyn (@mrjyn) 25 octobre 2021pic.twitter.com/fGq5r3GLS2
I am owed no appeal nor recourse of false causation and ulterior social control as personal retribution, whereby through the most unpleasant task a doctor encounters, consists firstly through its explanation to his patient--in a frank non-aggressive tone--amended with fair offer and with the ability to discuss any side of a disagreement, of which this unwelcome process is all so described.
(in reality, the similitude of this physician's hydra-head--make that more comparable to the grub unloosing at the low dumpster to infamy and nihilistic self-serving, self-soothing--ready employ to kill senses and dignity, both of which his profession requires--neither to abide without.
With misanthropic assurance his too-turgid and dirty to fail, or if in failing, failing naively, yourself to contemplate the impact of financial levying on any executive administrative Foundation, Fundraising, Board, Stakeholder-- all fastidiously cultivated in slick acquisition, the wealthy surround themselves with to incubate the correct member whose proportion of reciprocally assured destruction is exactly equal to the many years, many secrets, many indiscretions, protected by counsel, colleagues, investment advisors, and the silent discretion not divulged of heart's contents to even partner--but for the board, for the board only to use to jam through something buyable under a pricepoint of 3.7 billion dollars, which will get you a community like Baton Rouge everyday--everything, whose value is knowingly taciturn, and is developed like true cultists whose guru requires a truthful admission of desperately kept and ruinous deeds, acts, calumnies, revenges, perversions, past and present--together with photographs, or copies of destructive documents, furtive bank accounts, evidence of current paramours, secret families, or wives, or husbands, or whores, extra-marital marriage certificates, or of unknown children's births; or simply a current contact name of the individual's current sexual reassignment clinic and surgeon in Geneva.
She did finally, but too late, unburden her troth however with a lie parturient non-viable, purplish, fumid and noisome death, as the dumpster where she had thrown it, which Zielinski, like Janus, epicene, episodic, B-movie jockeying, in what he assumed would be non-detrimental to his flat-lined professional career.
And ever the Texan, but with the only thing big, the hole which was to the purpose of swallowing even the rationale for the ever-mounting, more exposed lies, likewise as claudication in his new boots careful not to jettison himself into the folderol he fomented like Trump and to equally auspicious a group--a Brobdingnagian secret never nonetheless told--which everyone already knew, and which the casual Google search would tell those of a more discerning knowledge of bound transparently obvious reasons for things, like the absence of any photograph throughout an extended many years, of himself, whether with a friend, a wife, a cohort, at a function, a BBQ, or a video--nothing. which as only a Texan will apprehend but not tell a interloper, is ultimately gonna be a You problem, for those unfortunates whose lives his late period of mythic blotting out--humans, thoughts,--rage of tamping them down, which, as in my case, like Whack-a-Mole, or Mt. Vesuvius, unbeknownst to anyone, and as impossible to resist as the fully-blown, impulse aisle of a grocery store, rather than stocked candy, tabloid newspapers, antacid, and soothing Halls, is stocked with whichever poison will never be maintained to douse the flame of slighted egotism, old age, or the disposition of a significant other, whose eminent exit strategy has been in play for 5 years, makes it necessitous to ingest, read, rave, or cry over the bottle of liquor sitting behind the counter right there next to it, whose soporific resolve is a human-less pile of clothing thrown into a hamper, and whose regret is none, because there is no memory which will be allowed inside to pry--Zielinski gestated to term {the solution|the answer} to either thwarting accounting an 80th Medicaid CMS payment schedule, or just the little Texan chawbacon whose own mental condition has long been in need of some serious but non-existent colleague's reporting as to his unfitness, mendacity, manipulation, dishonorable to a degree, failures, which once the first 5 occasions, really outlives its queries as to the colleague, friend, or professional observer's own ethical standing. This has now (as I write this update on the day I learn of my father's diagnosis of terminal cancer, already been irreparably injurious to my physic, my psyche, my health, my quality of life, as today is February 10, 2022--I was maliciously terminated from this charlatan's spare excuse to bill for therapeutic sessions, once I have been treated without any psychotherapy of any definition, but only, another government call and doctor's, to treat mental health Lite--mine is Generalized Anxiety, ADHD, and the constant pharmaceutical steamroller which through the decades has existed not for any therapeutic standard of treatment or efficacy and baseline management, however only on the variable downward graph of the diffusion of same from the roaring 80s and 90s to the penurious 00s, the winding down 10s, and the Republican Trump era final dumping of any estimable physician's medicine cabinet in with another marker of its timeline--into the DEA Pill return Repository someday a month--instead of simply fucking throwing it away yourself.
that shortly after June 7, 2021, when I was fired over the telephone in the manner described below, I learned some very fascinating and inculpative info which is that the only factor besides the sheer unlawfulness of Zielinski's actions against all rules,ethics, bylaws, orders, acts, declarations, and for any reason at all--
I learned that the explanation which you may scan below, which I had been severed as patient, through yet another, but best estimator of the man, Zielinski, through his complete unease at the taboo he was committing, he could not force himself to do what all of those institutions whose best practices build the protocol the protocol in a expedient action which most physicians, nor other professionals ever find the necessity to enact.
He forced his new office manager Stephanie, and even this does not impel contact with any member of any administrative ethics department, endemic racist predators, frauds, con artists, charistic impostors spreading Franciscan Spirit through healthcare to beatify Jesus Christ with love, but which ten years into a winning stretch, find it as directed by Roman Polanski, and defiled daily during their silent, secret, 8-month campaign of obfuscation, intimidation, blacklisting, violations of Federal and State discrimination, denials of service, denials to a Medicaid beneficiary in non-compliancy to multiple CMS, HHS-OIG, and through the prism of one more augur, my final victory over the apostolic Goliath, through infiltration into its Eagle's Nest, the sleight addition of dying, self-denying, shriveled genitalia on
mendicants whose path of billions has found them with the likes of
J.P. Funes, Wester, Vath, Craven, Bollinger--lying to the media, the public, and to themselves about their mission, and that they might not be doing it.
The fucking nurse recanted the story.
She was forced to lie for the psychiatrist.
The most desperate, soulless done with no warning, or explanation in 59 years of life.
Actionable malpractice, Mark Zielinski will not escape through retirement, but only these: rescission, debarment, loss of licensure, censure, fine, governmental agreement, and through the non-public revelation for me to see he and his dirty cluster of hacks derive pleasure the fleeting attention which sees all concerned find no shade for that few seconds of eclipse I promise shall omen darker omens of less biblical metaphors.
This is the protocol of a nurse who is responsible of a clinical practice, and to its the patients, and to the LSU Residential Psychiatric Program at LSUHSC-NO-Baton Rouge at the Lake Physician Group Clinicat O'Donovan--through OLOL-RMC, and under administration of FMOLHS, with special agreement of LSU Board of Supervisors, State of La., Civil Service Dept., operating as a Health Care System receiving payment through Medicare and Medicaid, and under abidance of all their bylaws, rules, and practices.
I am still being denied basic ethical and Medical covenants, freedoms from discrimination, from abuse by the very person sworn to "help, not harm."
She did finally, but too late, unburden her troth however with a lie parturient non-viable, purplish, fumid and noisome death, as the dumpster where she had thrown it, which Zielinski, like Janus, epicene, episodic, B-movie jockeying, in what he assumed would be non-detrimental to his flat-lined professional career.
And ever the Texan, but with the only thing big, the hole which was to the purpose of swallowing even the rationale for the ever-mounting, more exposed lies, likewise as claudication in his new boots careful not to jettison himself into the folderol he fomented like Trump and to equally auspicious a group--a Brobdingnagian secret never nonetheless told--which everyone already knew, and which the casual Google search would tell those of a more discerning knowledge of bound transparently obvious reasons for things, like the absence of any photograph throughout an extended many years, of himself, whether with a friend, a wife, a cohort, at a function, a BBQ, or a video--nothing. which as only a Texan will apprehend but not tell a interloper, is ultimately gonna be a You problem, for those unfortunates whose lives his late period of mythic blotting out--humans, thoughts,--rage of tamping them down, which, as in my case, like Whack-a-Mole, or Mt. Vesuvius, unbeknownst to anyone, and as impossible to resist as the fully-blown, impulse aisle of a grocery store, rather than stocked candy, tabloid newspapers, antacid, and soothing Halls, is stocked with whichever poison will never be maintained to douse the flame of slighted egotism, old age, or the disposition of a significant other, whose eminent exit strategy has been in play for 5 years, makes it necessitous to ingest, read, rave, or cry over the bottle of liquor sitting behind the counter right there next to it, whose soporific resolve is a human-less pile of clothing thrown into a hamper, and whose regret is none, because there is no memory which will be allowed inside to pry--Zielinski gestated to term {the solution|the answer} to either thwarting accounting an 80th Medicaid CMS payment schedule, or just the little Texan chawbacon whose own mental condition has long been in need of some serious but non-existent colleague's reporting as to his unfitness, mendacity, manipulation, dishonorable to a degree, failures, which once the first 5 occasions, really outlives its queries as to the colleague, friend, or professional observer's own ethical standing. This has now (as I write this update on the day I learn of my father's diagnosis of terminal cancer, already been irreparably injurious to my physic, my psyche, my health, my quality of life, as today is February 10, 2022--I was maliciously terminated from this charlatan's spare excuse to bill for therapeutic sessions, once I have been treated without any psychotherapy of any definition, but only, another government call and doctor's, to treat mental health Lite--mine is Generalized Anxiety, ADHD, and the constant pharmaceutical steamroller which through the decades has existed not for any therapeutic standard of treatment or efficacy and baseline management, however only on the variable downward graph of the diffusion of same from the roaring 80s and 90s to the penurious 00s, the winding down 10s, and the Republican Trump era final dumping of any estimable physician's medicine cabinet in with another marker of its timeline--into the DEA Pill return Repository someday a month--instead of simply fucking throwing it away yourself.
that shortly after June 7, 2021, when I was fired over the telephone in the manner described below, I learned some very fascinating and inculpative info which is that the only factor besides the sheer unlawfulness of Zielinski's actions against all rules,ethics, bylaws, orders, acts, declarations, and for any reason at all--
I learned that the explanation which you may scan below, which I had been severed as patient, through yet another, but best estimator of the man, Zielinski, through his complete unease at the taboo he was committing, he could not force himself to do what all of those institutions whose best practices build the protocol the protocol in a expedient action which most physicians, nor other professionals ever find the necessity to enact.
The fucking nurse recanted the story.
This is the protocol of a nurse who is responsible of a clinical practice, and to its the patients, and to the LSU Residential Psychiatric Program at LSUHSC-NO-Baton Rouge at the Lake Physician Group Clinicat O'Donovan--through OLOL-RMC, and under administration of FMOLHS, with special agreement of LSU Board of Supervisors, State of La., Civil Service Dept., operating as a Health Care System receiving payment through Medicare and Medicaid, and under abidance of all their bylaws, rules, and practices.
Process Failure ... the American Psychology Association and sister organization American Medical Association, whose wisdom, expertise, experience, and trial and error have shaped the guidance relied on and followed by all medical professionals, from psychiatrists, physicians, researchers--anyone bound under the rubric of applying exhaustively crafted, updated-once guidelines--more sacred code--Medical Ethics, as that amorphous concept pertains to their practicing medicine, but especially as it applies to those whose oath is most pronounced--a physician's patient (beneficiary, enrolled healthcare consumer, client).
This has now (as I write this update on the day I learn of my father's diagnosis of terminal cancer, already been irreparably injurious to my physic, my psyche, my health, my quality of life, as today is February 10, 2022--I was maliciously terminated from this charlatan's unnecessary excuse to bill for therapeutic sessions, when I have been treated without any psychotherapy of any definition, but only, another government decision and doctor's, to treat Mental Health Lite--mine is Generalized Anxiety, ADHD, and the constant pharmaceutical steamroller which through the decades has existed not for any therapeutic standard of treatment or efficacy and baseline management, but only on the varying downward graph of the dispersal of same from the roaring 80s and 90s to the parsimonious 00s, the winding down 10s, and the Republican Trump era final dumping of any reputable physician's medicine cabinet in with another marker of its timeline--into the DEA Pill Return Repository one day a month--instead of just fucking throwing it away yourself.
It cost me my choice, my health security, my ability to continue to receive equitable medical treatment, having the unimaginable storm of a desperate physician lie and defraud a longtime patient / beneficiary / during Coronavirus pandemic, against all AMA APA, CDC, Stafford Act, FEMA directives, POTUS waivers, State directives and deferrals as long as the PHE is in effect, which since March of 2019 until this date, it has continually held steady, with some wind augmentations, more money in the trillions thrown at it, but the Franciscan Missionary Position of Our Orwellian, Von Trapp Family, Apostolic Sisters, whose Vow of Silence is as tight as their Vow of Enriching themselves: the one true irony of it all their Vow of Poverty, whose transference onto their well-selected right hand men and women 'Ordinaries,' give fuck-all about, and whose perverse love of the heathens, and of their ginger poster child, whose mission to go to Federal prison was to steal money he didn't need or keep.
Yes, John Paul Funes, compelled this truly psychopathic offender to steal one million dollars from cancer kids, of which he then during a period of seven years funded a perverse, homoerotic, self-loathing, neediness, which sees him give most of it to two LSU Football players--as bribes!
To play college football! Which he and his twin brother slavishly consume and exist for, in a virulent fandom to rival Andy Gibb or a Sasaeng's overstanning of their single bias K-Pop fandom on steroids--as virulent reappraisal of human nature (at 58 I had thought I could be spared), vile and craven weakness for praise, no matter why it be given, which certain people shed all moral, personal values for reward of feigned gratefulness, bestowed upon even a patsy.
The major occasion for this reappraisal, status report, and update, is for the fact that since I first learned of it, I have never bothered make it public:
that shortly after June 7, 2021, when I was dismissed over the telephone in the manner described below, I learned some very interesting and damning information which is the only thing besides the sheer illegality of Zielinski's actions against all rules,ethics, bylaws, orders, acts, declarations, and for any reason at all--
I learned that the reason which you may read below, which I had been severed as patient, through yet another, but best estimator of the man, Zielinski, through his complete unease at the taboo he was committing, he could not force himself to do what all of those institutions whose best practices make the protocol the protocol in a last resort action which most physicians, nor other professionals ever find the need to enact:
He forced his new office manager Stephanie, with no script, no information except that which will be the only reason which I will know until the day that I (who have always known what is below was a lie, but now everyone knows, and even this does not impel contact with any member of any administrative or ethics director of any department of evil, endemically racist, predators, frauds, con artists, Catholic charistic impostors whose spreading of the Franciscan Spirit through their Healthcare System mission to beatify and praise Jesus with love is now directed by Roman Polanski, or a Nun Porn, and is defiled every day in which they persist in their campaign of obfuscation, defamation, denial of service, denial to a Medicaid beneficiary as demanded by CMS according to HHS-OIG, and now through the prism of one more stronger portent of my final defeat of the Goliath, the infiltration into the Eagle's Nest, the sleight addition of one more old, dying, self-denying, shriveled mendicant whose path of billions has found them with the likes of Funes, Wester, Vath, Craven, Bollinger--lying to the media, to the public, and to themselves about what their mission is, and that they might be doing it.
The fucking nurse recanted the story
Mark Zielinski will not escape through retirement, but only these: rescission, debarment, loss of licensure, censure, fine, governmental agreement, and through the non-public revelation for me to see he and his dirty group of hacks bask in the momentary attention which sees all involved find no shade for that few seconds of eclipse I promise shall portend darker omens of less biblical metaphors.
Medicaid means, one must abide by more rules than Cricket, or jeopardize convent for constitution.
I am still being denied basic ethical and Medical covenants, freedoms from discrimination, from persecution by the very person sworn to "help, not harm."
my last name is Irish. Buy an apostrophe.
