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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

Medicaid Services: Too Little, Too Late


We spent two or three months trying to get a care manager from Health Homes, “we” being me and Dr. Katherine (Kate) Lewis, a psychologist with Psychological Health Care. He—Leonardo Sanchez—finally showed up at Sunnyside Care Center last Thursday morning. … Continue reading

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Complaint against Sunnyside Care Center


1. I cannot turn over in bed. At SCC I could power my bed down flat, grab the side-rails above my head, and pull myself up. At home, my hospital bed has no side-rails and I am too weak to … Continue reading

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“Exploding”


After five days on Upstate/Community General Observation Unit and eight days at Sunnyside Care Center rehab, what are my conclusions? Not much. 1. I am tired, too tired to know or care. 2. Care of the sick is given over … Continue reading

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Sunnyside Care Center–Not


6/27 Today is Saturday. I am in the Rehabilitation Unit of SunnySide Care Center but neither the room nor the phone number is posted in the room where I can see it. I am across from Room 16. At 7:00 … Continue reading

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Learning About Pain


Well, here we are almost halfway through the summer and I am learning enormous new things about pain. The thing about systemic exertion intolerance disease, uncontrolled diabetes mellitus, nephrogenic diabetes insipidus, and unstable severe obstructive sleep apnea—all of which I … Continue reading

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Onondaga Case Management, Again


So I ate lunch—homemade bean soup, cornbread crackers, a banana ice pop and iced tea—and then had a medical massage, which always is a really, really good thing, and a gift from a Christian. Lots of people like to say … Continue reading

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HUD Inspector General’s Office


Dear HUD Inspector General: My name is Anne C Woodlen and I live at McCarthy Manor, 501 S. Crouse Ave., Syracuse, N.Y. 13210. My email is rabbitsfoot291@outlook.com I am 68 years old and multiply disabled. McCarthy Manor is owned by … Continue reading

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