“You need to up the stakes with these fucking morons. Your approach of "trust them and call twice a day kindly" is obviously not good enough. You calling them does not make a damn bit of difference. You are (PG), one of a hundred people or more in the same situation. The truth is they could give a rat’s ass about you. You need to make yourself be such a pain in the ass THAT they will want to get rid of you, which means the doctor calls you. THE SOLUTION IS TO HAVE A DOCTOR YOU KNOW CALL THEM AND SAY YOU HAVE A FUCKING TUMOR IN YOUR HEART AND HARASS THEM UNTIL HE CALLS YOU BACK. FIND A DOCTOR TO DO THIS OR I WILL FIND ONE FOR YOU.”
So I now fight a war on three fronts: my health, the inertia of the NY office, and keeping my attack dogs under control . . .
I think I'll fax a letter to his office tonight so that they have it first thing in the morning. Stay tuned -- I'll post it in an hour or so . . .
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