The serial killer and the insurance man
He squats
contentedly roasting marshmallows
while hamburgers scream inside
as if the fat is too hot
while far away
an ulcerated appraiser
nightmares of his next day’s work
Robert K. Stephen
The serial killer and the insurance man
He squats
contentedly roasting marshmallows
while hamburgers scream inside
as if the fat is too hot
while far away
an ulcerated appraiser
nightmares of his next day’s work
Robert K. Stephen
Post Prune Respite
Men aren’t men anymore
Women aren’t women like you used to be
In fact you can’t tell the difference anymore
Most of them must be L2BTG anyways!
By God Gladys
What’s happening to the world these days?
Robert K. Stephen
The Lottery
Grandiose plans
clinched if only the lottery were won
computerized swindle
dashes them on the rocks
the struggle forgotten
frustration rockets
hopes dwindle
only to be rekindled before the next BIG draw
Robert K. Stephen
Chapter 31
Disabled and down
Everyone has a breaking point. After being absent on her long-term disability for 4 months Stella Asterik returned to Toronto Legal at Up Up and Away. One afternoon Sally Self was in my office and criticized me for lagging on an issue. Something in me snapped. I just looked at her and calmly said, “You know the amount of work I have been handling these past months that Stella has been disabled. You know the medical conditions I have been suffering from. You offered no meaningful help. You just let me sink. I will brief Stella before I go this afternoon about what is outstanding. I will start short-term disability tomorrow.” Self’s jaw dropped. It was my time to strike back. If I was a mean person I might have called this revenge. I felt a tremendous sense of relief.
What options did I have? I could have quit but that would have meant no income.
Yes, I was close to retirement age but not quite ready financially for retirement. Going on short-term disability meant 100% of salary and benefits for 20 weeks. If things were not dealt with and given that there was a waiting list for the brain MRI and the cognitive testing that my neurologist had ordered I rather figured it would be two years, before all necessary tests would be completed. My goodness in many respects the medical system in Ontario was very badly broken That would mean after 20 weeks on short-term disability I could go on long term disability until I was 65.
I was grateful the medical system was so slow as the delays for the MRI and cognitive testing would give me time to heal. I told you earlier I was having difficulty accepting Dr. Wong’s diagnosis of depression but gradually I felt more and more lost and proverbially I just could not find my way home. I felt numb. Simple tasks seemed insurmountable. I encountered difficulty meditating as I had so many bad thoughts racing around in my head. I was irritable and impatient getting frustrated easily. I had lost interest in just about everything and anybody. I suppose that is what depression inflicts upon you?
I had a terrible experience with my psychotherapist one day when she asked me what I felt like if I had to return to work. A wave of chilling terror swept over me and I was ready to break down in uncontrollable sobs but managed to escape her office just in time. That was frightening. How much had work traumatized me?
Dr. Wong could see me heading downwards so prescribed an anti-depressant sertraline. I can’t say it made me feel any different, but it ripped up my digestive system. We tried another anti-depressant mirtazapine which was known to be gentle on the system. No such luck. After several months I had to stop taking them but my Beck Depression Inventory scores were decreasing. I was starting to feel better and then one day after being in a funk for close to a year walking to Dr. Wong’s office on a sunny spring day a genuine smile spontaneously took me over and for the first time in a long time it felt good to be alive.
Now it is difficult to bounce back from depression when you have lost that feeling of normalcy. The stress laden life I had led made me lose touch with what normalcy was but I was feeling far better than when I initially visited Dr. Wong. Was it the rest, the psychotherapy, the drugs, the mindfulness or the bright light therapy?
But depression is a cruel disease. Often the recovery can be marred by relapses and just when I was feeling better I had a couple of short setbacks that made me feel even worse than I was in the height of my depression.
Dr. Wong advised me depression is a chronic disease and for most people it reoccurs. As she said to me most of my patients will be with me for the rest of their lives. Now isn’t that a frightening thought?
I had to apply to Happy Insurance Company for my long-term disability benefits and was approved. A rare task to succeed with as insurance companies are in the business of making profits and not necessarily looking to your health nor making long-term disability payments. So, I was down to 70% of my salary until 65 at which time the long-term disability coverage would terminate.
Now most long-term disability providers have provisions in their contract that entitle you to long term disability payments for the first 24 months if your disability prevents you from performing the essential duties of your own occupation. After those 24 months you are entitled to disability benefits until age 65 if your disability prevents you from fulfilling the essential duties of any occupation taking into consideration your training, education and past work experience. For example, if you are a lawyer the fact you can flip burgers at McDonalds doesn’t mean your long-term disability benefits can be terminated.
Don’t forget to apply for Canada Pension Plan (CPP) long-term disability benefits even if you qualify for long-term disability benefits under your employer’s long-term disability plan. You must go through the application process and your disability must be severe and prolonged which prevents you from working at any job on a regular basis. Severe means you have a mental of physical disability that regularly stops you from doing any type of substantially gainful work. “Prolonged” means long term and of indefinite duration or is likely to result in death. I managed to obtain CPP long-term disability benefits in my first application. The odds of a successful application are rare.
I have been told your chances of success in obtaining CPP long term disability benefits are about 40% but you have the right to appeal. You also have the right to appeal from any private or employer long-term disability plan denial of benefits. My best advice is to be precise and thorough in the application process. Unfortunately, your private long term disability provider will almost always have provisions in its long-term disability plan that enable them to deduct from their disability benefits payable to you any CPP long-term disability benefits you receive. Note that many insurance companies may force you to apply for CPP long term disability benefits.
Obtaining CPP long term disability benefits also makes for a far more difficult case for an insurance company to cease making disability payments and it also increases the amount of CPP payments you’ll be entitled to when you reach 65.
A bit of advice. Understand what the insurance company can require you to do to continue receiving long-term disability benefits. Most require your health providers to provide updates as to your health and to follow treatment recommendations made by your physicians. And cheating is not a clever idea. Insurance companies won’t hesitate to dispatch a detective for surveillance.
One more piece of advice. Insurance companies will pay attention to psychiatrists if you are claiming stress, anxiety or depression as grounds to be awarded long-term disability so get one in your camp. Notes and letters from general practitioners might be good enough for short-term disability claims for stress but are virtually meaningless for long-term disability.
To a Vegetarian
Do you not hear the screams
at harvest time?
Robert K. Stephen
Is it possible to go fishing after your funeral?
the gnawing worms
probably reached you by now
can you be but a pleasant memory
or are you there as I string you on my hook?
Robert K. Stephen
All in a Day’s Work
The surly vodka vapoured foreman
hastily retreats
in a flaming pink neon shirt
confidently sucking clacking dentures
and Mr. Milo racks up his total
of seven unfiltered Player’s
smoked and held in orange nicotine stained fingers in silent terror in a corner of the factory floor
Thank God for the small breaks in Life!
Robert K. Stephen
Chapter 30
Off to the psychiatrist for Tony Hornet!
Who can ever believe they are to visit a psychiatrist? Well, I will admit for me it was time to pay a visit to a psychiatrist at a major downtown hospital. It was very odd getting off at the eighth floor of this hospital and walking into the Department of Psychiatry. Then waiting in the hall to see my psychiatrist. Geez I sure had some problems to deal with but was being mentally ill one of them? You must remember as a child of the 1950’s and 1960’s the words divorce, homosexuality and psychiatry were nasty words!
Dr. Ellen Wong was right to the point and a very good listener. She looked you in the eye and only occasionally took notes. Within 5 minutes my initial freak out subsided. My comfort level shot up quickly. She asked a boatload of questions to get to know me better.
When she asked me why I thought I was there I told the story of my various health issues and how threatened I felt at work. I felt by continuing to work I was putting my life in peril. The volume and complexity of work was becoming unmanageable. I felt like there was an impending heart attack around the next corner.
To make matters worse one of my colleagues, Stella Asterix, was off on her third long term disability due to a chronic disease and guess who was filling in for her? I was coming home so exhausted I was in bed by 7 p.m. and waking up equally exhausted. It so happened that Dr. Wong sent me to an endocrinologist as in her blood test that she ordered there were low levels of TSH. The endocrinologist immediately pinpointed the issue as a well-known side effect of Amiodarone, subclinical hyperthyroidism, with exhaustion and heart palpitations being an unpleasant side effect as well as an increased chance of developing anxiety and depression. No medication was prescribed and in a month I returned to a somewhat normal energy level. I had been under much medical and work induced stress this was the last thing I needed.
I really admired Dr. Wong for focusing at least initially on some of the physical problems I was having. She set me up with a new GP for a thorough physical, ordered comprehensive blood tests, ordered a sleep test, sent me to a neurologist and a lung specialist. And to my delight no pills at least for the moment.
Before each session I had with her I completed a “Beck Depression Inventory” wherein certain questions about your mood and anxiety were measured and easily calculated. The higher the score the more likelihood you were suffering from depression and or anxiety.
I saw Dr. Wong each week and in week 5 she said it was her opinion that I was suffering from workplace stress and anxiety and possibly cognitive impairment due to the 14 years of atrial fibrillation resulting in micro-embolisms caused by the atrial fibrillation. I can’t say the stress and anxiety was a surprise but the micro-embolisms and cognitive impairment were worrisome. She set me up with a psychotherapist and a neurologist to do specialized cognitive testing that there was a two-year waiting list for. And she ordered an MRI for the brain for which there was a seven-month waiting period. And to top things off she got me enrolled in an experimental mindfulness session the hospital was offering.
About week 7 she told me I was suffering from depression and this was based on the consistently high scores I had on the Beck Depression Inventory and from her personal observations. This diagnosis was hard to swallow and I still wonder if it was true. Dr. Wong also had me see her colleague for a second opinion which confirmed Dr. Wong’s diagnosis was correct. An initial neurological exam administered during the “second opinion” visit also confirmed my cognitive abilities were not where they should be but that would be confirmed or rejected by a more sophisticated test later.
Things at work were not going well. I revealed to Sally Self my psychiatric diagnosis and pleaded for some experienced help from our legal department in New York. Instead of experienced help I got a junior lawyer nice and eager but with no relevant and helpful ability. I pointed this out to Sally Self who said she could do no more
Things were getting so tight at Up Up and Away Toronto you needed to obtain the permission of the General Counsel of Up Up and Away New York to go on a business trip and probably to blow your nose. Morale was rock bottom. Stress levels were sky high due to a huge flow of project work. Up Up and Away New York had failed a U.S. regulatory inspection and was running scared and creating mountains of legal work to escape severe financial penalties. And me suffering from a litany of physical and psychological problems. The mindfulness had helped for a time but the stress was becoming so overwhelming I had vague thoughts of ending it all if you know what I mean and it was not quitting.
My psychotherapist patiently listened to my problems and gave encouraging advice. Her brother was working for a largecorp and running into severe stress issues so she caught on quickly. She was a good listener and we really talked out my work-related stress and what my options were. It was clear I was working in a very unhealthy environment. So unhealthy it was looking like it was deadly.
I have said it will take decades for historians, political scientists, psychologists, psychiatrists and academics to figure what the fuck went on the societal and political front during COVID-19.
Until then it is a shit show of interpretation to figure out if there is consistency in Canadian politics as far as COVIDpolitics rumbles.
As “Trailer Park Boys” is no longer shooting perhaps we should take a trailer park view of the recent shit show in Canadian politics and enjoy its rum n coke analysis of Ricki and Mr. Lahey!
In Ontario the rum n coke is flowing with recent events. Minister of Finance Rod Phillips took a 3-week vacation to St. Bart’s apparently only telling Premier Doug Ford several days after he left yet Ford did nothing until it would seem he was caught with his pants down after the media sniffed out Phillip’s cavortations at St. Bart’s. Phillips “resigned”. Ford apologized for not ordering Phillips back to Ontario. Philipps apologized for his “dumb dumb mistake”. At the end of the day Phillips is thrown under the bus.
Yet while Minister of Finance Phillips made a moral mistake of departing Ontario in the face of the politico-medico’s view of stay at home and travel for essential purposes he did not break any laws perhaps only politico-medico recommendations. No one was harmed. Sort of Like Kim Mitchell’s song “Drink a Soda and no one Dies”.
Yet under the watch of Ontario’s Merrille Fullerton (Minister of Long Term Care) and Christine Elliot (Minister of Health) hundreds of elderly Ontario residents have died in long-term care facilities. Yet they retain their ministerial posts. Premier Ford WTF is going on?
Premier Ford….time for an election. You knew Phillips was out of the province but you only apologize when you are “exposed”?
Now we have Niki Ashton of the federal NDP who was visiting a sick relative in Greece and the not so progressive federal New Democratic Party a socialist party demotes her from her shadow cabinet position. How gutless and politically correct.
Then there is Tracy Allard with the United Conservative party in Alberta. Off on a vacation only telling United Conservative Party Premier after she had left for a glorious Hawaiian vacation. Premier Jason Kenney at least had the guts to say it was his fault for not leaving a clear directive to members of his cabinet not to leave Alberta but said if you leave after I tell you not to leave you are toast.
One has the feeling there are many pieces of toast in the toaster and it is only when they pop up will they will be identified.
Canadian politics…..at least not the hatred of American political vitriol…..not quite yet!
OK. Canada a beacon of reasonability. Supposedly Canadians are a harmonious nation which may be true in comparison to bloodbath of acrimony and lunacy in American politics that will soon come to an end as President elect Biden is finally sworn in despite the efforts of mongrel Trump to save his ego and destroy American democracy. To my American friends you elected the mongrel perhaps you deserve his dying barks. Actually, speaking of dogs Trump as the orange toad is the first president in the United States in 130 years to not have a pet in the White House!

Yes but here in Canada we are so much more civilized. We simply have exploited and abused our aboriginal population for close to 400 years. And we dare hold ourselves above the slave trader markets in Georgia?
Well at least as COVIDpoltics go on a federal and provincial level we have some degree of harmony in how to manage COVID. The Canadian federal government and provincial governments are acting is an almost harmony.

Of late COVIDpoltics is starting to take its toll in Canadian politics but not on a federal vs. state/provincial level but within political parties.
Of late is Ontario Minister of Finance Rod Phillips who made the political error of heading off to St. Barts for a three-week vacation only telling Ontario Premier Doug Ford after he was enjoying the sun and waves he was enjoying a nice tropical vacation. This was at a time all citizens of Ontario were being told to stay at home perhaps like you and me having a lonely Christmas and New Year’s repast which I hope will never happen again in my lifetime.
It would seem that Ontario Premier Ford was notified by Phillips after he had left he was out of the province of Ontario. Premier Ford could have said haul your ass back to Ontario but he did not and for that he admits to yet another “personal mistake”. Seems to me he has made a few himself as regards COVID. Yet Phillips appears as a sacrificial lamb. He may have broken some moral code but no legal restrictions. Bad judgement perhaps but as Premier Ford let him cavort on the sandy beaches it was only when “exposed” that Phillips “resigned”.
On the other hand Minister of Health Christine Elliott and Minister of Long Term Care Fullerton cavort unscathed where under their watch hundreds have died in long term care facilities in Ontario. Yet Premier Ford protects and shields them. Phillips has killed no one yet he is axed from his ministerial portfolio. A lapse in moral judgement is more severe than ministers responsible for the health of seniors? This stinks of hypocrisy and as for political accountability it should be good- bye to Premier Ford, Minister Elliot and Fullerton.
At one point many of us Ontarians had a grudging respect for Premier Ford. But this time it is clear he has thrown Phillips under the bus yet Fullerton and Elliot watch the bus run over Phillips with relief etched on their faces.
Premier Ford has had his sacrificial lamb but he might have better sacrificed Minister Elliot and Fullerton and perhaps himself. Time for an election you say?