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« Reply #86 on: Wednesday November 04, 2009, 11:42:14 PM » |
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Unfortunately the body of the process of the law is convoluted, as are the court procedures that need to be navigated. An example is the interrogatories directed toward me nearly a month ago by the other side. The game plan was that my lawyer would send them to me, I would retype them, including my answers. The trouble is, I have not seen them and my lawyer is pretty hard to reach. Nor has he read them to me over the phone. But verbally, he has recently said that this particular deadline is not cast in granite, and is, often as not, observed in the breach. But meanwhile, I have been more and more disturbed with the passage of time. What has happened in the last year has had the effect of a siege. And my lawyer informs me that it could go on for another similar period of time. That, and not yet having an entire game plan presented from his perspective is dismaying. As a chess coach, I realize that the absence of a game plan provides a serious handicap. The other area of problem is that my lawyer really does not want me contacting the other side, in spite of the fact that I have made no mistakes so far, and that all contacts up to now have worked out well.
I certainly would rather have an advocate in the courtroom, rather than representing myself, but on the other hand, I really do need to know each of the next moves in a timely way, and how those next moves propel us toward a successful conclusion. If I do, the pressure is cut in half. It is quite certain that the other side has been deliberately playing for delays, and would like to continue to do so. Not hitting the deadline for these interrogatories makes us seem to be delaying. I don't like it at all.
I had an unanticipated spell of vague apprehension a few days ago, followed in short order by a sense that I was losing temperature. You might call it a "cold sweat" for lack of a better name. I began to rise from the couch and was overpowered by a sense of vertigo, which then continued even when I turned my head. And some nausea was beginning to develop. Some of the possibilities are; a stroke or a TIA, an infection of the inner ear.
I considered what to do next. The first thing was to inform my wife as precisely as I could that I was having some difficulties, since I could still speak. There was no paralysis of the face or arms, but the legs were not showing any signs of reliability. If this was the onset of a new stroke, it was considerably different than the one five years ago. That one presented no obvious physical signs. Even the extreme stupidity that set in was more obvious to me than others. Only some of my chess opponents began to notice.
Once my wife knew what was going on, I prepared myself for the trip to the bathroom. Dizziness was really a problem. I moved in a low, wide-legged crouch. But the legs were very weak. I went down as I got to the bathroom. My wife got a little freaked. Wanted to call an ambulance. I was not close to losing consciousness. My pulse was strong and steady, no sign of fibrillation. I calmed her down while I was laying there with nothing to do. My voice seemed oddly frail sounding to me. I tried to make it more resonant, without success.
In any case, I sent my wife off for half an aspirin and to try to find the missing thermometer, while I just laid their doing the easy part, nothing whatsoever. My time sense got a little off. I thought I had been on the floor for twenty minutes. My wife says more than an hour. The only thing I had done that required a lot of effort was to sit up enough to take the aspirin with a full glass of water.
But after this long rest, I was able to get to the toilet soon enough to regurgitate a few times. So I added the possibility of some sort of food-born poisoning to my list of things which might have caused this. I was at or on the toilet for perhaps another hour, and had the strength to get to my bed under my own power. I woke up ten hours later, fit as a fiddle. Had I gone to the hospital, we could easily have been several thousands further behind the eight-ball, making it that much more likely that we could go under, and lose the house even before the case ever came to court.
This certainly did not seem likely to be a cardiac problem. Much more likely, the year of nonstop stress had taken its' toll. From that perspective, leaving everything in my lawyer's hands, especially without knowing his complete game plan, was probably the worst thing I could do. But I'll take a few days off, and then work it out. If I have to take over the case, I guess I'll have to do it.
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