hubba bubba

The second floor, female, (supposed nurse) occupant not only broke the HIPPA act by checking my pulse as a supposed nurse, but she also called the property company and complained about not only my foot steps, my two cats' footsteps and my dog's footsteps at night on my floor boards on the third floor above her.

Not only that, but the female, second floor occupant left notes that she was calling the police and the property company.  The occupant also said that I "cat-call" women on the street.

The property company called the landlady who is a relative of mine and told her.  The relative insisted on seeing my doctor with me in a scheduled appointment.  The landlady told the doctor that I "cat-call" women on the street in front of where I have lived since October 2001.

There is a dog  named "Bubba" who lives two houses down the street with a man named (shall we say John Doe).  All I did was yell out the window: "Hey Bubba!"  (I have been petting "Bubba" since October 2001).

The doctor increased my medications as a result of being told by the relative landlady that I "cat-call" women.

I suppose that the lesson here is not only do you call a woman like you call doggie, "hubba bubba," but also psychiatry is "quackery!"