It took a while before I realized that so much of our health care is influenced by the actual direct actions of mobs of Nurses whose soul purpose of existence is to discipline nurses. The laugh comes in when the witnesses are either non existing anony emails or nurse vendettas served up by smart people acting stupid.
My hilarity comes from watching a demented doctor try to testify, under oath, about an event that never happened. It was funny b/c he had this once well groomed wig now sitting lopsided on his head, whilst he forgot my name, and I was the one being the prosecuted. The demonstration of stupidity fromAZBN and AZATTYGEN via Adm.LawCt.is the biggest laugh I’ve seen first hand.
The concept of knowingly falsely create evidence and present it under oath is what Beth A. Campbell did, a.member of azag office and an officer of the court.’Behold a pale horse, those who rode upon him is named death, and hell followed with them.’
This physician actually said whilst on Superior Ct , witness stand, before cross examination, “Did you know I was friends w/Obama?” It is funny now, not so much then…however it will forever cement in nursing history that the malmented brain, of anybody, has legal scalpel to cut many and do go on to demonstrate devastated results in patients. In the end of Thapedis’ career it was anesthesia and SM to were his demise is real. The ‘Mother Jones’ on all who participated in their money laundry is known. If they walk around Bullhead City they’ve been advised to weaponize themselves.
Nurse Watchdogs of Arizona 
It is noteworthy that criminals exist, or existed, in our systems designed to make us healthy. Much has been said about crime in health care.
AKA Isaac Thames …Isaac Thapedi same man…Roger was watching his mother out of the corner of his eye and thought at any time she would object and advise Roger not to be answering any questions; Thelma said nothing, then Roger Calmly said, “Well, Dad had said that I knew him and actually met him upon one of the few times he visited Dad. My father and I had later argued about that and I said the man he described as Dr. Thames I would later call him an interior decorator. That doesn’t sound overly appropriate, I know, but the man he pointed out as Dr. Thames reminded me as an interior decorator I once knew. The man I met was, to me, an odd little guy, wearing a cheap wig, tight pants with elevated shoes and smelt like a perfume factory. I always stayed with that and Dad finally stop mentioning it. To answer that question, yes I knew who he was”.
The great semantics in prose thks