Tip:
Highlight text to annotate it
X
Okay, so is anybody coming back to the phone call? Check my blood pressure; I've been hanging
on going on six minutes of holding. One more holiday this year I will not get to enjoy,
please don't remind me. Fa-la-la this. Every holiday this year. How are you Julie? Welcome
to today. I'm having a bit of a medical result from this. Hang on. Yeah, diastolic, when
I use phones Julie... hang on a sec, hang on a second please. I have a brain injury
that ever since it occurred there's emotional tie in with my hypertension. Telephones make
it really bad because I got autistic spectrum disorder. It's real confused... I'm just really
confused from all this here; very confusing information. I learned through a letter in
the mail, a firing letter, that I was terminated months ago from HP while I've been on disability
leave for a traumatic brain injury. So my hypertension right now is a stage 4. Believe
it or not, I sound kind of normal when I'm in crazy zone. Wow, I'm a little confused.
I didn't even realize I didn't have insurance. I finally got a CT and a MRI. So, I guess
I'm without insurance now. Maybe I should call back but do you have some answers for
me or ... Could I get eyeglasses? My vision got real bad after the falls and stuff, is
there anyway I can get eyeglasses this year with insurance or do I not have insurance
or what happened? Why don't I have a job and why didn't anyone at HP tell me? It's kind
of embarrassing and humiliating. I don't understand. I've been on leave. I've not been able. I've
been trying to care for my mom; she was contacted by someone in human resources and she got
terrorized and I had to finally get to another doctor. Then, the other doctor was giving
me all these drugs that made me fall down and get real sick. Finally, I just cold turkey
detoxed from that garbage and got to a real team of professionals. I prepared an executive
summary of my health and showed them how I've been basically getting bullied by the system
and was near death. They said, my God we're glad you're alive; we'll keep you alive. I
paid cash because I don't want HP or anyone screwing with my health care anymore; I just
paid cash. When I went to the second visit and I got the CT scan and the MRI and we started
reviewing the results and the *** pretty serious. I apologize for cursing, I'm not
thinking well. I then found out that my insurance didn't work and I had no money coming in.
It's like, my God, I took, I applied for FMLA because of having two falls at work that hurt
and made my brain bad. I don't understand people good. Then, when Linda with human resources
scared my mom; made up fabricated emergency and my mother had a nervous breakdown. I've
been dealing with nothing but hell. I don't know why I have no insurance. I followed every
rule and I let them hurt me and my family while I got abused by doctors. Payments? I
didn't know I was unemployed. Why do you tell me I'm unemployed? Why wouldn't Hewlett Packard?
Can you be terminated when you apply for FMLA leave when you apply for a workplace injury?
Do you want to call me back because I should go and try to chill out? This blood pressure
just hit like stage 4; I was good blood pressure before i.... I'm overwhelmed from this; it
has nothing to do with you Julie. I happen to like people named Julie; that's a good
thing. I have a friend that works at AON named Julie. I have really respected Hewlett as
an organization for many years. I am merely uncomfortable because I'm embarrassed and
humiliated that Hewlett Packard terminated me while I'm on disability leave for a workplace
brain injury; more than one. Then, they hurt my mom and then now I found out I was fired
two months ago and nobody told me. Nobody told me; nobody bothered to tell me. I'm just
freaking out, okay? Do you know what I'm saying? Is this real? I got fired by Hewlett telling
me that October 2nd, that's almost three months ago. I mean, I got videos that I took every
day when I was falling down and when I was having the strokes. After I kept falling down,
when the woman from HR hurt my family and my mom had a breakdown. My little brother
was in Afghanistan, he got hurt, he had to go to surgery and my mom's out of town caring
for my little brother. Oh my God, this woman from HP named Linda just called my mom and
made up stuff. She said with a pretense that I had not shown up to work. The truth was
I wrote Linda an email informing her of human rights violation in the workplace and asked
her to please not call me and just to go through my doctor. So, instead of respecting that
she hurt my mom. I got scared that she was going to hurt my mom or my grandfather. I
had a brain injury; I don't sound psychotic. It does to me in this state, too. Now that
I'm working with doctors that are helping me to stay awake. I was literally in a stupor
coma from the wrong drugs prescribed. Instead of getting a CT from a doctor who screwed
up back in November when I had the first fall at Hewlett Packard in Downers Grove at the
actual HP office, the doctor blamed Walgreens Julie. Claimed that Walgreens gave me the
wrong drug. He subsequently prescribed four additional medications that day. Now, I was
supposed to go in to see the doctor on the 14th and I told my boss, my brain was getting
bad. The boss was like, we gotta have this meeting tomorrow; whatever. So, I moved the
meeting with the doctor on the 15th. Went there the 15th morning, went to a meeting
at the HP office, fell, bashed my head. I've got this huge goose egg in the back of it.
Drove right to the doctor after I felt safe to drive. I called them first and I said,
doctor I fell and I bashed my head really bad. He said, Walgreens gave you the wrong
drug. I would never write that out; that's for old people. Come by here and get a new
drug. So, Julie, he gives me another drug. At this point, I'm on four drugs. I'm on Metoprolol,
Adderall, ***; I just want to stay alive. Basically, all these... and vasotec, something
or other. All these drugs had me literally falling down; I'm throwing up on myself. It's
gross, sorry for grossing you out. I call my boss, I can't remember anything. He gets
all weird and has me start shredding all my paper. He had me get rid of my personal administrative
assistant. I've got the autism spectrum stuff. Asperger's; you've heard of right? Okay, thank
you, thank God. It became popular being a kid who got diagnosed with you got some form
of autism in 1987 to finally saying that one makes a lot of sense. It helps a lot with
friends just to say, hey, here's why I freak out with noises. The bottom line is my boss
was totally cool, supportive. We worked together at Dell. I don't know what happened with my
boss, something weird happened. He snapped on me. The doctor continued to prescribe medications.
Julie, it took me over six months. I threw out the drugs. Finally my dad tells me, Darren
if you've not urinated for three weeks, your kidneys could shut down. Throw away the drugs.
I was so stupid Julie from these drugs and the doctor is telling me I needed them to
live that I didn't pee for three weeks and I had migraines that I couldn't get off the
couch. So, I listened to my father of course. At that point, I went to Walgreens and they
provided proof. Julie, they proved to me that Dr. Khipple indeed prescribe the drug that
he claimed he didn't. It took me 10 months in this drugged up state of 40 drugs I never
needed and this is the only doctor I had for 15 years. I think what happened, if I were
to summarize it in my most clear... thank God I've had real doctors for a month and
I can think a little bit... is that Doctor Khipple made an error back in November. His
error resulted in me falling at work. My manager ended up being a jerk about it and kept pushing
me to work harder. At that point, I wanted to stop the drugs. The drugs were making me
undoubtedly sick. I couldn't even connect with family. Things got weird with girlfriend,
too, at the end of the year. Relationships got creepy. So I reached out to the boss and
told him I needed a week off. I had never taken a vacation day except for the week November
2012, in an email and he said, no. Finally, I kept pushing. We had a call, me and my boss,
on the 15th of March. To be honest, the doctor said, don't kick myself, retrograde memory
following concussion is pretty normal. Basically I don't know what happened around the time
that I had a mini stroke on 18th of March. It's totally blank to me except that it took
me five hours the next day to compose emails. I'm like, this is a waste of money for HP,
I need to take a couple weeks off because every few months I disconnect for a week talking
because otherwise I talk all the freaking time. I'm sure I'm killing you, sorry for
it but... thank you. I need to shut the heck up but my problem is my manager. When I called
up you guys first, I called Sedgwick, I called HP. I'm like dude, take your FMLA. If you've
fallen down twice at work, you're having mini strokes, you have hypertension stage 4. I'm
like, oh that's not it. They say, no, you've had enough, please, take the time. We'll take
care of everything. Use your vacation time and take care of yourself. Your boss can't
screw with you. I'm like alright, cool. I take off and within three hours Julie my boss
emails the entire world saying that I'm disabled. Now, my boss is the only guy who knows I have
autism in business. He had threatened me last November that if he was ever angry he would
blacklist me or something; it was all weird. Here I am finally a month of being semi-coherent
and opening up over 8 months' worth of mail, that I was so sick literally falling down
and throwing up. My home covered in blood; I'm an OCD germaphobe and my home looks like
garbage. So the first letter I open up is the one that came in the mail like from you
guys. I'm like I know there's got to be at least four others from them that I've not
opened yet. The point is, wouldn't somebody from Hewlett-Packard want to reach out and
call me and say, hey we're terminating you. We got around to layoffs going on; you'll
return your laptop to this address; here's your severance. None of that has occurred.
Today is the 23rd of December and I'm very aware from your letter that I was terminated
months ago but nobody bothered telling me. I'm busy trying to get... by the way, I finally
got the CT and MRI. Here's where I'm really freaked out and probably talking too much.
After I got your letter ... okay I'll shut up soon. I need to; I just want to shut up.
I must have talked your ear off. They changed my whole treatment and my whole drugs after
that crazy HR lady harassed me and then my mother. The doctors continued to prescribe
drugs, I had four more falls that were just horrible and the doctors keep prescribing
drugs. When Linda of HR began getting involved in my healthcare, the doctors blew me off.
Literally, my Dr. Khipple, stopped returning my calls. He was a jerk to me a bully. since
the accident on March 18 and then the subsequent accident on April 26 when the woman called
from HR to tell me that she's just beginning some investigation for my boss mass mailing
everybody in the world. I had costumers calling me, Julie. I had customers calling saying,
Darren I heard you got damaged at work in an industrial accident and it created all
this drama. It dragged in my friend Julie who works at Hewlett, to be real specific
of why I like people named Julie. I have a close friend named Julie who works with Anne
Hewlett. Knowing that anybody was aware of my health conditions outside Hewlett-Packard
made me feel very ashamed and it tore my family apart because my role was to always be healthy.
My mother's got Munchausen by proxy and as a kid she would always make me sick. She couldn't
deal with the autism, guilt. For somebody at HR at human resources or bad resources
of Hewlett-Packard to dig up my biological mother who about a decade ago we formed a
beautiful friendship and we've enjoyed it ever since. And at this point I can't have
her in my life anymore; she's turned into a monster. After Linda from HP called my mom,
my mom's been a nervous wreck and it's just overwhelming for the family. We all want to
care for her but it's become my prime burden because it was my employer who hurt her. Honestly,
I just want my family back but at this point I'm scared for my life; I'll be honest with
you. I did get a letter before this one, just a week prior. It was on the 7th of December.
I thought it was a birthday card from HP and it was this generic letter. A black-and-white
letter, one page and it says, you been terminated. Now, since I have a large public following
I thought was a joke. I've had a lot of weird bullies show up ever since Bill broadcast
my personal health information. Creepy bullies have been showing up; it's just uncomfortable.
The point is, I went to my doctor because my blood pressure. I showed him the letter
and he said, this is a joke. Someone's screwing with you. I was like, yeah, you're right;
I just it too seriously. He said, Darren, HP is not going to fire you when you had a
head injury resulting in serious brain trauma and you're on a disability leave. I'm like,
okay. That's when I got your letter and something about seeing it from Hewlett, it brought it
all together for me; it became official. That's where I come to you and I don't mean to dump
this on you and say, oh my God, this guy just found out he's fired. I did; I don't care
about that. I care about my mom being destroyed. I care about the fact that I can't see a damn
thing really well and I've been driving while I'm sleeping from all these drugs. The new
doctors are aware of everything that's happened; they're helping me but I'm going to be without
insurance and a medication that I hate very much. Just curious, do I have insurance? If
so, for how long and sorry for burdening you with all my crap. Julie, this is overwhelming
and I want to make sure my personalities emphasizing this. This is nothing with you or anything
it's just like really, really? I get to find out three months later from a third-party
that I got canned. It was a little much after everything that I'd been through. My question
is do I have insurance? Do I continue seeing this awesome team of medical professionals
I have or am I screwed? I can't afford your insurance nor can I afford the 401(k) loan
I took when that first HR guy got creepy on me. I don't want to talk about any of that,
I just want to know if I have insurance. Oh my God, what's going on? Oh, I'm not calling
HR Julie. Literally, at this point, as the doctors explained to me what happened was
I had a traumatic brain injury on November 15th 2012. The brain needed to rest for like
six months. I continued working for four before I had that mini stroke. At that point is when
the persecution from HR psychologically forced me to an additional state of trauma because
of the initial brain injury basically hurting the part of the brain that processes emotions.
and me having the autistic brain, it literally every time somebody would do something mean
to me which as a 44 year old adult I could say, screw it, get up, and move on and get
to the gym. I wasn't able to. I became like super autistic. Now, some of the things I
experienced mimicked autism but it wasn't since paralysis has nothing to do with autism.
The fact that I lost months on the floor is damn brain injury. I had a round of three
bad doctors in a row kept prescribing drugs and I begged for a CT or MRI with HR, with
Sedgwick. I begged for a neurologist. I said my brain's not right, here's a video of me
driving asleep. Finally when I got the new doctors, they watched this video and they
were glad I was able to catch them up to speed so quick. I was immediately sent to get an
MRI, a CT. They were shocked I hadn't received one after multiple concussions. Already just
beginning to dig into it. Julie, I turned insane, literally. I couldn't understand anybody.
I discontinued even contacting friends and family because these drugs following this
major brain injury had me in such a stupor almost like a drunken person. To emphasize,
I'm afraid to take an aspirin on this drugs. Imprisonment at home. I wasn't able to see
my kid because following the brain injury, this is horrible, I was swearing and stuff.
It's so not me. I'm Darren Williger, Google me. I got a half 1 million twitter followers.
I appear live on TV which is pretty impressive for an autistic who grew up with a stutter.
With doctors giving me 40 drugs I didn't need to cover up their mistake. Meanwhile, HR is
being jerks and I find out behind my back, I was fired. My mother is traumatized. I am
just like wow, how do I get off of this freight train? I'm okay with not having insurance,
I'll just walk around with a brain injury. I literally crash because of some ethical
human rights violations. I shouldn't tell you about it; I'm sorry. Some very serious
concerns at work I brought up to the attention of human resources. When I brought up that
I've been sexually harassed by somebody for a while that's when they acted out and hurt
my mom. I'm just a little intimidated and I'm almost like a 10-year-old right now because
after the brain injury, I'm not... I could sound like me because I've spent a great deal
of time listening to my audio recordings as a professional speaker so that I could again
articulate. I spent over months behind a mirror shoving my stroked face back together to look
like a normal person so I didn't scare people in public. I've made videos shopping at whole
foods with a video camera facing down at my feet so I could learn how to walk again after
the stroke and doctors abusing me. I don't know what the hell's going on but I want off
this train. If I can go back in time and resume my life, on the 3rd of April never take FMLA,
my brain would have healed on its own and I would be rocking the world right now. At
this point, I'm dealing with permanent brain damage. I just began relationship with an
awesome team of doctors - not a single point of failure. A doctor who has made a point
from day one of learning how weird this is and how uncommon it is, they actually enjoy
working with me and they've been helping me so much. The point is they've assured me I'm
not psychotic, the drugs made a little nutty, and I was treated badly by previous doctors
and that's never going to happen with this facility of many. I have a bunch of health
issues that started after trying to get the FMLA which Linda three weeks into FMLA, told
me I wasn't even approved. something boundaries... I've been through hell and back. Here's how
I'm looking at my life after getting your letter and kind of sitting indoors and observing
reality over the weekend as brain the works slow, the mouth works quick. I am aware that
I've two choices. I can cough up money for an employer who fired me while I was on leave
for failing at that employer. I don't have money for this, HR is forcing me into bankruptcy
it looks. I had a running business before this job. I don't, I don't, I'm, no, I shouldn't
be paying for health insurance. I fell down at work at Hewlett-Packard. It's not on video
of me falling there but there is videos of me falling at home. There's a video of me
at Darren.tv where I called the doctor and after the doctor told tell me that the drugs
were wrongly prescribed by Walgreens, I hit my car camcorder. Ever since they prescribed
drugs I record everything, weirdly. I made a video that said my doctors tell me Walgreens
prescribed this drug that made me fall at work and stuff and hypertension is going to
kill me. Basically this doctor continued to fault everybody but himself. Overprescribed,
talked me into taking Aleve. When I began Aleve, it was this whole nightmare. It was
bizarre, the amount of labor I've worked over 2000 hours for Hewlett-Packard and Sedgwick
applying for leave. That alone was sad for me to realize how screwed up my brain was.
That I would work 2000 hours for company applying for a leave. God; detox. That was October
2nd. October 2nd, I had a serious medical emergency; October 2nd. I treated it by taking
the drugs prescribed differently than prescribed based on looking at thousands of diagnostics
ignored by doctors and my blood pressure dropped to within healthy ranges from death zone.
I crawled on my floor and I got so sick. I then detoxed from all these drugs because
these doctors were jerks. I finally - 30 days away from the chemicals - had the answer I
needed. Were the drugs making my brain different or is there an underlying brain injury? It
was clear to me by November 5th, just a month off all the chemicals, it took me 30 full
days that there was a serious brain injury. At that point, I still couldn't understand
people. I was able to get out a little more but I couldn't understand my closest friends.
It was five minutes or an half hour or maybe sometimes two hours even every day that I'd
even be awake. I put all my time into caring for my family like being there for my mom
was terrified from Linda. At the end of the call, it was like mom I'm drifting off, please
get me a neurologist these doctors are mean. It created this creepy codependence that shouldn't
have existed and it's really sad. I really wanted to be there for my aging mom. I'm being
literal at this point, I know it sounds sad or pathetic, I just want a chance to live.
My life is diminished, I'm like a 10th of the man I was brightness I just want to live.
This whole situation I can't even talk to my family now. I got a 100 year old grandfather
I wanted to see since April. When I took the leave and I was so drugged up I couldn't recognize
my family. I just wanted to spend time with gramps. Every time I talk with him, it doesn't
sound like reality to him. He's lucid and he says, hey, seriously, why did HP call your
mom? And without answers, I'm humiliated. So, I don't have any family. My friends are
confused. Once I learned to some articulate after a stroke and a brain injury, it was
bad. It was not good Julie. I was better off sounding with slurred speech and falling my
friends would have caught on something was wrong. When I sound this articulate and right
now, you already heard from the blood pressure machines, I'm at like a severe level. This
is how I sound sick. I spent the past eight months learning how sound more like Darren
Williger because I have no clue who the hell I am I. I had amnesia. I've been going through
my videos, reading my journal notes that I don't recognize. I've been practicing pretending
to be me so that I could function in society. I get out of my house once a week to buy some
groceries and I'm generally sleep driving. I'm very awake right now, very confused, and
I don't know what to do. My whole medical treatment changed as a result of actions taken
after my manager broadcast my stuff. It was like, Darren, you can't contact Anne, you
can't contact Sedgwick, wait until HR calls. I didn't mean to give you too much information,
my head is all over the place. I'm living in this altered consciousness. I'm getting
a little weird and dizzy kind of here. Am I confused... I don't know what to do. I just
feel really dizzy. This is an uphill health battle I shouldn't have had that I wouldn't
have had if I wasn't harassed by bad HR people. Here I am finally awakened, beginning this
journey of okay, I'm just lucky to be alive and I have no insurance.