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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

Dr. Jeanne Bishop, Bully

NEW YORK STATE DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH Office of Professional Medical Conduct Complaint Form mail to: Office of Professional Medical Conduct, Central Intake Unit, Riverview Center, 150 Broadway – Suite 355, Albany, NY 12204-2719 INFORMATION ABOUT YOU Name Woodlen Anne C … Continue reading

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Patrick B. Smith, D.D.S.

This morning at James Square nursing home I was trying to get my dentures out for cleaning but couldn’t. One of the aides said, “Did you use too much Polident?” I replied, “I don’t use any Polident. I have a … Continue reading

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Just Another Day in Paradise

There was an activity I wanted to go to at 10:00 a.m. yesterday, which meant that the aides were supposed to come at 9:00 a.m. for clean-up. Clean-up, in the language of James Square, means emptying catheter, face washed, hair … Continue reading

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The Rights of People Residing in Nursing Homes and Rehabilitation Facilities

Having suffered pain and indignities that should not be inflicted on people who are sick and/or elderly and therefore residing in facilities, I would like to propose alternatives that would allow old people to continue to be in charge of … Continue reading

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DOH’s Last Investigation

So DOH descended on us yesterday—“DOH” being the NYS Dept. of Health, “us” being James Square Nursing Home, and “yesterday” being October 22, 2015. They arrived early in the morning to do their annual inspection and totally scared the shit … Continue reading

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One of the several times that I woke up during the night, I thought it was raining. This morning’s wake-up reveals that it is pouring. The aides all are now elated that the Venetian on the left works. Only because … Continue reading

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Vital signs

I wake feeling bad, wrong. Weak, watery, something. I press the call bell and ask the aide to check my blood pressure. She says she’s too busy. Then says she’ll pass it on to the nurse. Fifteen minutes later nurse … Continue reading

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