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St. Mary's Medical Center...Hospital mixes up blood samples! Dr. Steven Ho & Dr.Jeffry Dayton malpractice!

 










  • Patients at St. Mary's Medical Center in Long Beach were quite shocked and taken aback when a nurse in the Emergency Care Unit  reported that their blood samples tested positive for marijuana.

    How could that be?

    One startled patient informed personnel right away that there was a gross error!

    "I haven't smoked any marijuana in over twenty years!"

    When a patient in the next bed was overheard confiding to a Nurse that he smoked one or two joints a day, it was obvious to the individual who allegedly tested positive, what occurred behind-the-scenes.

    The technician who drew the blood - and tagged the samples after-the-fact for processing - must have switched the blood samples by mistake!

    Instead of investigating the issue to rectify the error, the Nurse in charge of the patient refused to open up an investigation, or even strike the erroneous blood test from the patient;s medical file.

    In fact, when the patient asked for the name of the President of St. Mary's Medical Center so they could file a complaint, the staff in the emergency department claimed they did not know the individual's name.

    And, get this, they denied having any knowledge of any contact information for the head of the Hospital they were in the employ of!

    It not only stretches one's credulity, but smacks of an outright cover-up, undertaken in a deceitful and dishonest effort to mitigate damages arising from the negligent acts of the employees at St. Mary's in Long Beach which rose to the level of malpractice.

    Unfortunately, there are other glaring problems at the hospital which warrant a review.

    Patients have complained that on occasion they were placed on NPO (food restrictions which lasted two days or longer in some instances) pending medical procedures to be performed at the facility.

    Once the NPO status was lifted, however, nurses neglected to update the computers; consequently, patients were left hungry until the glitch in the hospital's procedures was resolved.

    In one instant case, a Nurse served a dinner after the patient brought the problem to the employee's attention. However, instead of delivering a hot meal with nutriional value after the forced two-day fast, the incompetent technician threw together a cold sandwich with a small container of cold juice.

    In addition, patients have been forced to endure hardships because quite a few of the Nurses don't speak fluent English.

    Patients complain that there is a communication problem at this hospital which has continued to be unresolved.

    Notwithstanding the foregoing, it should be noted for the record, that St. Mary's has hired a few quack doctors bent on running up huge charges for services rendered, who have demonstrated their lack of concern for the safety and well-being of their patients.

    Reports have filtered out that once doctors at St. Mary's have billed insurance carriers to the max, they have proceeded to discharge patients in spite of the fact the individuals are still suffering pain and hospital doctors have neglected to properly diagnose and treat their patients.

    Dr. Steven Ho is a particularly bad offender in this regard.

    His negligence rises to the level of malpractice which warrants disciplinary action in fact.

    For good reason, I have issued this consumer alert, to warn residents in the neighboring communities to avoid St. Mary's Medical Center like the plague.

    News at 11!

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    Charlie Sheen...wacko actor loses custody of boys! Slippery slope to hell!






    

    Happier daze!





    After catching Charlie Sheen's 20/20 interview last night on the old boob tube (with bodacious babes frolicking around in the background), I was not surprised to learn on the morning news that Police protective services whisked away the troubled actor's twin sons overnight.

    Uh-huh!

    On the heels of a mind-boggling one-on-one with a network news reporter, the children's mother - Brooke Mueller - charged into court and secured an "order" for custody of the young innocents.

    In addition, Sheen's estranged wife urged a "restraining order" (she alleges Charlie threatened her) - requiring that show-biz-land's Superman incarnate "stay away" - a plea that was duly granted by the Judge presiding over the proceedings at the crack of dawn.

    For Sheen, it was "business-as-usual".

    Streaming videos - capturing the bleary-eyed Dad handing over the children to authorities in the spooky dead-of-night - capped a week-long rant  - that raged in the mainstream media and wildly over the blogosphere (ultimately culminating in the cancellation of his popular highly-rated TV sitcom).

    Insults levelled at the top brass at the Network were the final straw.

    In announcing the cancellation of "Two and a Half Men" the suits ushered in the final blow.

    If necessary, John Stamos (a lesser talent) would take on the role once inhabited by the drug-addled star.

    Ouch!

    In a knee-jerk reaction, the hazard-around-town (or any other), threatened to sue the Network for $300 million (or thereabouts, give-a-buck or two).

    Meanwhile, it was quite evident from the 20/20 spot, that Sheen had lost quite a bit of it.

    The once-handsome actor was tired-looking, spoke in a wonky fashion, and looked for all-the-world like a loser!

    Say it ain't so, Charlie!

    I recall the first time I met the actor.

    Casting booked me to work in a scene for a feature film - "Boys Next Door" (Penelope Spheris/Director) - which was shot at the old Revolver (Gay Bar) in West Hollywood.

    During a break, I stepped outside, and came face-to-face with Mr. Sheen.

    I was immediately struck by how short he was.

    But, the up-and-coming talent was fresh-faced - a hottie - and possessed a kind of "it" quality which could not be denied.

    But, slim pickings next to co-star Maxwell Caulfield, of course (hunk city, alright!).

    Sheen shifted on one foot, and gave me a quick once-over, with a noticeable gleam in the eye.

    Was he light in the loafers?

    Years later, I strolled into Ermenegildo Zegna in Beverly Hills, and spied an older-wiser Sheen holding court.

    The high-profile celeb sported a chic goatee, pencil-thin moustache, and was decked out in chi-chi designer threads to-the-nines.

    Each word was punctuated with a wave of one hand or a puff on fat cigar.

    A bigger man, somehow.

    Was Sheen wearing lifts in his expensive footwear, I wondered to myself, as I gave him a polite little nod.

    Probably, what irked me most about the interview last evening, was the flagrant way he flaunted his debauched lifestyle in front of the wee lads.

    A foster child myself, I can't help but worry about their sad demise in the end scenario.

    I applaud the court for stepping in!

    Charlie boasted about his "Goddesses" - which must have been a slap in the face to his is ex-wives - too.

    Of course, the self-styled stud (a Hugh Hefner wannabee?) is living the dream of most hot-blooded males across the country.

    Two bimbo babes at his beck and call, catering to his every whim, damn straight!

    And, why are they "Goddesses", pray tell?

    Well, for starters, when he says "suck" - they whisper in his ear - "how hard?"

    It was also shameful the way he put-down his father Martin Sheen.

    Years ago - I was cast to play a news reporter on an MOW titled "News at 11" - in which Martin starred.

    At the end of the last day's shoot, the director informed Mr. Sheen that there wasn't enough time to do the required close-ups (coverage) on both him and me.

    Most actors - vain ego-maniacs that they usually are - would demand the close-up for themselves.

    "Shoot him," Martin instructed the director, without-batting-an-eye.

    Yeah, the man said give the kid a break, that's how totally selfless he was (and is).

    If there is a hand reaching out from his direction now, it is only a loving one with decent intentions, I daresay.

    Don't turn your back on your father, Charlie, he's a good man!

    On that note, how was your day?

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    HAIR...memories of Gerome Ragni & rock musical! Revival @ Pantages Theatre!

     







    When the moon is in the Seventh House
    And Jupiter aligns with Mars
    Then peace will guide the planets
    And love will steer the stars



    Chances are - you are keen to the fact that the above lyrics are from the hit song (Aquarius) penned for the Rock Musical "Hair" which was written by a good friend of mine - Gerome Ragni (and his sidekick James Rado).
     
    I originally met "Jerry" in an odd way!
     
    In the sixties, I was a street performer (known as "The Dancer"), who garnered a lot of public attention in the downtown streets of Toronto, during that heady era.
     
    In fact, on one occasion on Baldwin Street, I was arrested for dancing on a police car during a scuffle that ensued during a rally (which was launched in a bold-faced effort to convert the tiny thoroughfare into a marketplace "sans" motor vehicles along the lines of the Farmer's Markets springing up around the Nation today).
     
    Morley Markson - a filmmaker who was travelling around North America shooting footage on the sixties hippie movement - happened to be in attendance that day with his crew in tow and captured the whole episode on film.
     
    Subsequently, the hilarious scene ended up being broadcast on the National News (CBC) in Canada with a Beatles's tune blaring in the background!
     
    Later, Mr. Markson included the footage in his documentary - "Breathing Together"  - which was also known as the "Revolution of the Electric Family" - which won an award at the Cannes Film Festival in 1972.
     
    Of course - clips of Abbie Hoffman, John Lennon, and Buckminster Fuller - didn't hurt when it came to drumming up interest in his delightful take on that outrageous unique era.
     
    Meanwhile, elsewhere on the horizon, Mr. Ragni - the innovative writer/composer of the Broadway sell-out show - was in Toronto in preparation for the launch of a HAIR production at the Alexandria Theatre. 
     
    One day I was dancing on Bloor Street in downtown "Cow" town, when Mr. Ragni happened to be cruising by in a taxi. 
     
    As soon as he spied me outside of the passenger window of the cab, he bolted out the side-door, and dashed up to me on the street.
     
    "You've got to be in Hair," he exclaimed excitedly.
     
    Due to my highly-original dance routines and ubiquitous bohemian presence (coupled with scraggly curly locks similar to those featured on the album cover) it was pretty much a given to folks in Toronto that I was a perfect fit for the production of "HAIR"
     
    Unfortunately, after I danced up-a-storm and warbled a heart-felt spirited tune at my audition, the producers arrived at their own conclusions.
     
    "He's stoned," they lamented.
     
    Next!
     
    Understandably, a reporter - sitting in on the auditions - was quick to pose a question in the aftermath.
     
    "What were you on?"
     
    "The stage," I quipped without blinking-an-eye!
     
     Ba-dump!
     
    Although I didn't end up on stage in the Toronto production of HAIR in a role, I was invited to the opening night celebrations, nonetheless.
     
    Old photographs at the Toronto Star (Weekend Magazine) bare witness to the fact that I was center stage - and dancing alongside the cast (with Ragni) - when the final explosive scene rang down the curtain that night.
     
    Needless to say, Jerry and I became good friends.
     
    In fact, we were casual lovers - too - on the sly.
     
    Jerry was married after all, and had a young son. 

    To further complicate matters, I was underage (17).
     
    The last time I was in the company of Jerry, it was a bizarre experience, too.
     
    I was tripping around West Hollywood one day when I ran smack dab into Jerry near Duke's Restaurant (which used to be at the Tropicana Hotel on Santa Monica Blvd before it moved up to Sunset Blvd on the busy strip).
     
    Jerry invited me up to his Hotel room (at the Sunset Marquis) for a light snack and coffee, but - wouldn't 'ya know it - our chance encounter ended up turning into a roll in-the-hay.
     
    Just as we finished up doing the nasty (a phrase we used in those days), the front desk clerk called up from the lobby of the Hotel, with a message which struck like a bolt of lightning.
     
    Treat Williams was downstairs and on his way up.
     
    OMG!
     
    Jerry was in a panic because he instinctively knew that Treat would figure things out at the drop of-a-hat once he spied us together in his suite. 
     
    So, Jerry urged me to hide in the closet (!) until the two of them took off for an engagement across town (which had allegedly slipped his mind).
     
    "Just let yourself out when we're gone," Jerry laughed.
     
    And, that was the last time I saw his cheerful mug.
     
    Gerome Ragni passed away in the 1980's but left a legacy of song!
     
    "Hair" wasn't a hit at first, though.
     
    According to Jerry, the musical languished off-off Broadway for weeks without much recognition or fanfare.
     
    "It wasn't until we put in the nude scene," joked Jerry,"that we rustled up all the attention. At which point, the show took off."
     
    "Hair" is slated for a revival at the Pantages Theatre next month from January 5th thru 11th.
     
    If you have the opportunity, catch it if you can!
     
    It's still a wonderful musical that is uplifting, spirited, and chock full of exuberance.
     
     
     


    Treat starred in film version of Hair!

    Lindsay Lohan..."Reform School Girls" next? B Movie limbo...

     


     

    Lately, Lindsay Lohan's life has started to emulate a bad B Movie script, don't 'ya think?

    One minute, the sexy starlett is struggling with her sanity (some would prefer she be trussed up in a straight jacket pronto), the next - she's giving a Judge the finger (well - ten - actually).

    Now, it appears that Ms. Lohan is either in rehearsal for a flick about "Reform School Girls" - or just maybe - she's auditioning for the juicy role of "Frances Farmer" in an upcoming film bio.

    Who knows?

    According to insiders, Ms. Lohan assaulted a staff member at the Betty Ford Clinic, during her (um) respite from the after-hours night-club scene - at a resort for the humbled elite - who tend to be drug-adled or prone to gulp down a drinkie-pooh (or two) a tad too ambitiously!

    Say it ain't so, Lindsay!

    At a Press Conference yesterday, authorities confirmed that they responded to a 911 call - at which time - an employee of the infamous Betty Ford Drug Rehab Center accused the troubled show-biz personality of physical battery.

    On the heels of the scandalous outburst - behave now, bitches! - the worker was terminated apparently.

    But, the unexpected turn-of-events, only added grease to the fire!

    "Wrongfully terminated," a lawyer has lamented to all within earshot.

    The legal eagle has argued that the filing of a police report does not rise to the level of a breach of confidentiality, after all.

    Picky! Picky! Picky!

    His client only seeks compensation for her injuries (and the insult), after all!

    What position does management at the reputable Betty Ford Clinic take?

    "The worker violated patient confidentiality by speaking with the media," a spokesperson asserted for the record, without batting a sober eye.

    A little bird tells me Ms. Lohan may be trotting back to Court in the event the incident is construed as a breach of her probation.

    News at 11!

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