The Venomous Dr. Lockwood


FACSIMILE

Richard H. Lockwood MD

Re: Anne Woodlen

To: DOH

As you are aware, Ms. Woodlen was a resident for approximately 2 weeks at Iroquois Nursing Home.  She is diagnosed with severe Borderline Personality Disorder.  This is well documented by Dr. Falci of psychiatry in his consult note which was performed at Crouse Hospital.  While at Crouse, she decided and agreed she would be comfort care and refused treatment for her medical conditions including Insulin Dependent Diabetes and hypothyroidism.  At the strong urging and request of Crouse Hospital Administration she was transferred to Iroquois Nursing Home despite our reservations of our ability to manage her condition.  We were reassured by the Crouse Administration that they would accept her back to their facility if we were unable to manage her care.

Again, as you are aware, we primarily care for: dementia patients who are at risk to elope on a locked unit, short term rehabilitative patients, end of life palliative care patients and long term elderly residents who require a higher level of care.  We are NOT a psychiatric care unit.  We do not have ready access nor have on the premises psychiatric services.  While I am an Internist I am not specifically trained to manage severe psychiatric conditions.

Ms. Woodlen as you may understand has severe psychiatric behavioral problems.  You again can refer to her hospital chart for details.  While at Iroquois she was verbally abusive to the staff, to me and extremely disruptive to other residents due to her yelling profanities and behaviors.

She is a pathological liar who manipulates those around her for her satisfaction.

In view of the lack of psychiatric support services, the abusiveness to staff and ultimately and most importantly her disruptiveness to other residents she was not and is not appropriate for placement at Iroquois Nursing home.  It is quite evident that she has no confidence in the care she was receiving at Iroquois and that there will an inability of the staff to trust Ms. Woodlen.  This is not a good place for either Iroquois or Ms. Woodlen to be at.

Sincerely,

[Richard H Lockwood signature]

Richard H. Lockwood MD

Medical Director Iroquois Nursing Home

July 30, 2013

         ANNOTATION

I spent about two weeks on the Rehabilitation Unit of the Iroquois Nursing Home with Richard Lockwood, M.D., attending.  Almost every day I asked to see Lockwood to discuss pain medication for emotional distress.  He did not see me even once.  Then he used my behavior when suffering extreme pain as justification for kicking me out of the Iroquois.  Lockwood is also the attending physician for the 40-bed dementia unit.

First, note that Richard Lockwood spent about 90 seconds with me the day I was admitted and less than six minutes with me the last day I was at the Iroquois; in between, he spent no time with me at all.  His comments are based on less than ten minutes of direct contact.

Second, I do not have borderline personality disorder.  Psychiatrist Dr. Thomas Falci spent one hour interviewing me at Crouse Hospital, from which he produced a five-page, single-spaced typewritten note.  (See attached Falci Interview and Note.)  For starters, he did not note that the interview was conducted while my blood sugar was over 400, which was relevant to Falci’s issues with my organization and presentation.

Dr. Falci’s note was incomplete, inaccurate and so appallingly wrong that I wrote a partial counter-note pointing out some of the errors.  My note was supposed to go wherever Falci’s note went.  There is no indication that Lockwood read it.  Lockwood did not interview me; he relied solely on a disputed source.

Psychiatrist Dr. Nasri Ghaly (who saw me last week) gives me the diagnosis of “mood disorder NOS, no other psychiatric disorder.”  Psychologist Dr. Katherine Lewis has been seeing me for about two years; her diagnosis is depression, no other disorder.  These diagnoses are both consequent to chronic hyperglycemia.  (To be continued)

About annecwoodlen

I am a tenth generation American, descended from a family that has been working a farm that was deeded to us by William Penn. The country has changed around us but we have held true. I stand in my grandmother’s kitchen, look down the valley to her brother’s farm and see my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother Hannah standing on the porch. She is holding the baby, surrounded by four other children, and saying goodbye to her husband and oldest son who are going off to fight in the Revolutionary War. The war is twenty miles away and her husband will die fighting. We are not the Daughters of the American Revolution; we were its mothers. My father, Milton C. Woodlen, got his doctorate from Temple University in the 1940’s when—in his words—“a doctorate still meant something.” He became an education professor at West Chester State Teachers College, where my mother, Elizabeth Hope Copeland, had graduated. My mother raised four girls and one boy, of which I am the middle child. My parents are deceased and my siblings are estranged. My fiancé, Robert H. Dobrow, was a fighter pilot in the Marine Corps. In 1974, his plane crashed, his parachute did not open, and we buried him in a cemetery on Long Island. I could say a great deal about him, or nothing; there is no middle ground. I have loved other men; Bob was my soul mate. The single greatest determinate of who I am and what my life has been is that I inherited my father’s gene for bipolar disorder, type II. Associated with all bipolar disorders is executive dysfunction, a learning disability that interferes with the ability to sort and organize. Despite an I.Q. of 139, I failed twelve subjects and got expelled from high school and prep school. I attended Syracuse University and Onondaga Community College and got an associate’s degree after twenty-five years. I am nothing if not tenacious. Gifted with intelligence, constrained by disability, and compromised by depression, my employment was limited to entry level jobs. Being female in the 1960’s meant that I did office work—billing at the university library, calling out telegrams at Western Union, and filing papers at a law firm. During one decade, I worked at about a hundred different places as a temporary secretary. I worked for hospitals, banks, manufacturers and others, including the county government. I quit the District Attorney’s Office to manage a gas station; it was more honest work. After Bob’s death, I started taking antidepressants. Following doctor’s orders, I took them every day for twenty-six years. During that time, I attempted%2
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