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azdesertroseWell, I posted last week about having fallen and owied my feet, and then a few days ago I posted about contacting a lawyer about the whole mess, since Cliff's landlord really shouldn't allow this sort of hazard on the property.
After two days of playing telephone tag with the lawyer (every time he called me I was asleep and every time I called him he was either out of his office or with a client), I now have a lawyer who is willing to try to make the landlord pay for my injuries! And he's working on a contingency basis, which means that I don't owe him squat unless he wins!
And to boot, Cliff talked to the psychiatric evaluator at the hospital, and she recommended a good psychiatrist, so hopefully I'll have a decent doctor again soon.
ETA: The law firm's investigator just called me, and he will be coming by this afternoon around 5pm. Double yay!!
ETA part 2: The law firm's investigator took a lot of information; I am now not supposed to talk to anyone (especially the landlord, his insurance company, and probably not the maintenance man either) but rather direct them to the law firm. The investigator took a lot of pictures of the area where I fell; I may go take some after it gets good and dark so I can show what the area looked like when I actually fell. I also emailed the lawyer the pictures Cliff took of the pot hole, and I let the lawyer know that I have pictures of my feet, which are both visibly injured. I also still have the cast. The investigator said that the entire parking area is a HUGE liability risk; one of my neighbors asked if he'd be paying his rent to me, because the landlord is broke, and joked that I'm going to own this place. It made me laugh.
I told the investigator that all I really want is the medical bills to be paid and I want the landlord to be forced to repair the damn hole (which would probably entail resurfacing the parking area entirely). Anything above that is just icing on the cake.
After two days of playing telephone tag with the lawyer (every time he called me I was asleep and every time I called him he was either out of his office or with a client), I now have a lawyer who is willing to try to make the landlord pay for my injuries! And he's working on a contingency basis, which means that I don't owe him squat unless he wins!
And to boot, Cliff talked to the psychiatric evaluator at the hospital, and she recommended a good psychiatrist, so hopefully I'll have a decent doctor again soon.
ETA: The law firm's investigator just called me, and he will be coming by this afternoon around 5pm. Double yay!!
ETA part 2: The law firm's investigator took a lot of information; I am now not supposed to talk to anyone (especially the landlord, his insurance company, and probably not the maintenance man either) but rather direct them to the law firm. The investigator took a lot of pictures of the area where I fell; I may go take some after it gets good and dark so I can show what the area looked like when I actually fell. I also emailed the lawyer the pictures Cliff took of the pot hole, and I let the lawyer know that I have pictures of my feet, which are both visibly injured. I also still have the cast. The investigator said that the entire parking area is a HUGE liability risk; one of my neighbors asked if he'd be paying his rent to me, because the landlord is broke, and joked that I'm going to own this place. It made me laugh.
I told the investigator that all I really want is the medical bills to be paid and I want the landlord to be forced to repair the damn hole (which would probably entail resurfacing the parking area entirely). Anything above that is just icing on the cake.
