Welcome to Lucky Breaks: Life Cast in a New Light

Welcome to Lucky Breaks — a darkly humorous, deeply uplifting multi~platform brand from WonderWorks Productions and author / producer / media entrepreneur Wendy Dubit.

Through publishing, broadcast, events, practices and products, Lucky Breaks casts new light on and offers up innovative solutions for trying times and topics. Such subjects as Health, Finance, Work and Love and are treated to Lucky Breaks’ time-tested algorithm:  Learn, Laugh, Create, Contribute, Continue….

Lucky Breaks is slated for an online launch in the Fall of 2015 .  And our Cast of Characters is actively seeking:  Talent, technology, start-up funding and support, sponsors, partners and people like YOU who will share stories of turnaround, triumph, creativity and connection.

Wendy Dubit’s memoir — “Lucky Breaks: Casting My Life in a New Light” — is due out in Fall of 2016.

For further information, please contact:

Wendy Dubit, Founder

917.334.6925 * wendy@luckybreaks.com

* Note:  As of August 26, 2015, LuckyBreaks.com has been welcomed into the WonderWorks Productions portfolio, with HUGE THANKS to Ian Clayton and the awesome team of AXSES Inc — a company we’ll do good works with going forward.

Lucky Breaks: Celebrating Our Origins Story


Lucky Breaks was born of a hard fall.

Brand-builder Wendy Dubit and her agent, UnderWoman, were not quite looking where they were going on that particular “dog day” of Summer.

Instead they were LOOKING FORWARD — scanning the woods behind the creek for the carcass of a deer who’d died there the night before.

It’s what they didn’t see that would trip them up:  A deep hole leading to a tilted tunnel no doubt dug by just the sort of GroundHog that Wendy had been impersonating for years.

When they fell, the right foot twisted beneath their combined weight.  And since there were no “jaws of life” on hand with which to extricate the excruciating foot, they patiently took inventory of their injuries before painstakingly crawling home and hoisting themselves into bedResting there, applying Ice, wearing a Compression sock two sizes too small, and Elevating the foot surprisingly high above their drowsy heads (they’d popped a prescription pain pill which would grant them six hours’ serenity), they fell asleep.

Upon waking, they took stock — inspecting the increased swelling and emergent bruising, realizing that the resurgent pain became unbearable with even the merest attempt at bearing weight, Googling “mid-foot traumas” and wondering whether to RICE for a full 24 hours or to risk a weekend trip to the ER, which in this instance refused to accept reservations and admitted to having neither an orthopedic surgeon nor a neuro-muscular fellow on call.  Sheesh.  They were no longer in NYC — with their beloved TNYECONS: The New York EpiCenter of NeuroScience nearby.

To put their plight in perspective…and because laughter and music are their best medicines (especially when Oxycodone and its ilk are unavailable)…Wendy and UnderWoman watched and re~watched Monty Python’s “Always Look On the Bright Side” and “Not Dead Yet” clips, savored scenes from Woody Allen’s “Annie Hall,” and got a continuous kick out of Ricky Bobby’s “Prayer to Baby Jesus” from “Talladega Nights.”

All the while, they played their lovely ukulele in what their family had always considered an “unlovely” fashion.

And so they passed the scary / silly hours ’til sunrise, when the local hospital still refused to take reservations but did promise to have a wheelchair ready.

Oh yes!  We almost forgot:  In the off chance that our hero and her UnderCovers agent would be whisked away to emergency surgery and face an overnight hospital stay, it was important that their personal devices be backed up and packed up, and that all possible Intellectual Property be secured and / or procured.

What to take with them on this latest medical adventure?  What to leave behind?  What to build?  What to buy?


UnderWoman (UW) had been born on the day that Wendy Dubit was definitively diagnosed with myasthenia gravis more than ten years ago.  Later, after a brief medical death and a prolonged ICU stay precipitated the move from their soul city of New York to their home state of Maryland,  Wendy and UnderWoman conceived and co-produced Misery Loves Company (MLC)…much to the delight of themselves and the world.  But just when they were getting MLC on its feet, a myasthenic crisis reared its head and made it hard to stand, see, speak.

Last year, during a short-lived return to their full health and former productivity, Wendy and UnderWoman founded ICEinfo.org — intended to be the creator, aggregator and educator of all things In Case of Emergency.  But that had proved too big an effort to sustain singlehandedly when the next round of myasthenia and its affiliates — immunosupression, frequent infections, iatrogenic poverty and so on — knocked the wind out of their sails.

Only last month — feeling a bit better and determined to steer their media-making, brand-building and business development skills in the direction of narrative medicine via the multi-platform sharing of medical stories, solutions and resources — had Wendy and UnderWoman begun to write a book and produce a podcast under the WonderWorks Productions (WWP) banner and with the working title “On the Bright Side.”

Yet this morning — a morning growing brighter and later by the minute; with the pierce and pulse of pain and hope weaving layers of calm, clarity, alacrity and urgency around them — Wendy and UnderWoman wanted something fresher and more fitting.  But what?  “It Could Be Worse” was already the title of a webcast and was available only in the .club denomination of domain names.

And then it hit them…in a good way.

There was Lucky Breaks (LB) in all its glory — in .net, .org, .us, and .co; with only the .com waiting to land in its wings*; and with almost all trademark categories cleared for takeoff.  YES!  THIS would be something wonderful to keep in mind and bring to the hospital.  THIS was something they’d believed in always and could build on forever!

Mind  you, all of this took time…with Wendy on the phone with GoDaddy and agents of all kinds while UnderWoman fastidiously brushed her hair and teeth, ironed her cape, polished her left boot and packed extra copies of their advanced directives and ! MEDICAL ALERT CARD ! into their ICEpack.

By 11 a.m., there was still no book deal on offer. The pain was becoming unbearable again. And Chief Operating Officer Rancy Tomasson was on her way.

It was time to go…. Time to GO with every tool in their arsenals honed, with endorphins aplenty and adrenaline on overdrive; time to GO with more excitement about a project’s promise than they could  remember feeling.

It was time to find out what was wrong and to set it right.

And that’s what we of Lucky Breaks have been doing ever since…with Wendy and UnderWoman’s thrice broken foot necessitating their staying put…put in a place we’ve come to love, writing our hearts out, building the brand of a lifetime, thanking goodness, and inviting you to join us.

Warmly and looking forward,

Wendy Dubit and UnderWoman

* Note:  As of August 26, 2015, LuckyBreaks.com has been welcomed into the WonderWorks Productions portfolio, with HUGE THANKS to Ian Clayton and the awesome team of AXSES Inc. — a company we’ll do good works with going forward.

From Bad to Worse: How Wendy & UnderWoman Lost the Wheelchair Race

Wheelchair Races

Five weeks after Wendy and UnderWoman‘s hard fall and the birth of Lucky Breaks: Casting Life in a New Light — while our girls were still non-weight-bearing and wheelchair-bound — they happily embarked on their first outing that had not been to a hospital or doctors’ visit.

And they very nearly paid for this pleasure with their lives.

The day had started gloriously — with a long-overdue manicure and pedicure at a spiffy new nail salon nearby…complete with WiFi!

And it had only escalated in excellence from there — with Sekai joining them for the 2pm performance of Tangles — a musical comedy about Alzheimer’s — as produced by Dr. Charles Samenow — founder of The New Theater of Medicine (TNTM) and an esteemed member of their own medical team.

Better yet:  This particular matinee was for residents and staff of Arden Courts / Kensington  — a residential memory care center — and their family, friends, community and colleagues.  The Q & A that followed was unforgettable…at least for those who would remember it always.

Alas….The good, the glorious and the better were not to last for long:

Late that afternoon, entering 5405 Tuckerman Lane from the resident’s garage to the main lobby , Wendy and UnderWoman’s wheelchair snagged in a concrete dip followed by an elevated metal lip.  Together, Wendy, UnderWoman and wheelchair somersaulted and skidded across cement, carpet, metal, and ceramic floor.

Ouch.  Double Ouch.  Triple OUCH.  Quadruple OUCH!!  OUCH to the tenth power!!!

Among the dilemmas that followed:

a) How to RICE a whole body?  And so Wendy and  UnderWoman lay within and atop an astoundingly large pile of pillows; sporting no less than eight ice packs of assorted shapes, sizes and contents.

b) Whether to go to SHED — Suburban Hospital Emergency Department — that night or the next morning, when their own orthopedist may well be on call.

c) Whether to go to SHED by ambulance, by cab, or in the capable hands and immaculate car of Lucky Breaks’ Chief Everything Officer Rancy Tomasson.

At 11 p.m., old BBC broadcasts and the last of their pain pills lulled Wendy and UnderWoman into a brief but blissful sleep.

When they awoke again at 4 a.m, they were in a state of great pain and extreme nausea.  What to do?

Repeated viewings of Monty Python’s Most Awful Family in Britain / Icelandic Honey WeekTrivializing the War / Courtmartial and Mr. Neutron — accompanied by Wendy and UnderWoman’s ukulele interludes — helped pass the time until 7 a.m., when they called 911….

How 7 Hours @ SHED Messed with Heads….


Call them creative or call them crazy…the “dedicated” social worker that spent the day with Wendy and UnderWoman at SHED was confused and concerned, confusing and concerning on so many levels.

a) Was it true that they had been playing ukulele and singing for the 911 dispatcher — who was laughing heartily — when young medics arrived?  And if so, why?

b) Could their resilient spirits really rise so far above their uncontained pain?  And if so, how?

c) Were they pulling her leg?

IF SO, at least the social worker had what originally appeared to be a leg to stand on, whereas Wendy and UnderWoman — badly bruised and battered from yesterday’s wheelchair accident and stuck in a hospital stretcher — had less than none.

Nonetheless, they had a working laptop and synapses firing as the social worker went SLOWLY backwards through what she at first purported to be the MMSE: Mini-Mental State Examination…but which quickly progressed to other blunt and explosively improvised instruments of an imagined trade.

She:  Are you aware that your speech is fast and pressured?

Us:  Yes.

She:  How long have you been aware?

Us:  Since birth.

She:  How long have you been aware of your fast and pressured speech?

Us:  At age seven we announced to the world that we were from New York City…and even our parents could not disagree.  In our early teens, we took a family trip there that proved the point.   We worked in New York City one summer in college and moved there soon after.  We LOVE to be in a place where people are can-do, open-minded, candid and free.  In fact, if we hadn’t taken this tumble with our wheelchair, we might have been at Crosby Street Hotel with fellow Mademoiselle guest editor Meg Wolitzer right now!

She:  Yet you live in Maryland now.  Why is that?

Us:  Because when we died, we didn’t go to HEAVEN.  We were kidnapped by unwitting family members to our home state, okay?

She:  I’m calling your mother….

Us:  We are 56!  Mom is nearly 80 and knows NOTHING of our presence here.  To call her now would be TORTURE for ALL.

If you call her before we do, there will be HELL to PAY!

She:  Is that a threat?

Us:  And a PROMISE!

Plus, since we’re getting a rather important phone call about our new brand, Lucky Breaks, do you mind if we direct you to a blog post where UnderWoman narrates the FULL DEATH EXPERIENCE as well as the move?

(Social worker exits during call, and then reenters…and then exits and reenters several times over the course of H-O-U-R-S.  We have by this time spoken to the much distraught Merrie Do-It, and can now give “said social worker” permission to call…though we still believe this to be extremely ill advised.)

She:  Do you still hear voices?

Us (confuse):  Unfortunately, only yours.  We would prefer to hear other voices also — voices of doctors, nurses…and a patient advocate, perhaps.  Do you mind sending back in the muse of nurses who have a sense of humor and had the good graces to bring in adult diapers after hours of endless bedpan duty…but who have not yet bought in the aspirin requested at 8:45 a.m.?  Can you….

She (now completely ignoring or misunderstanding nearly everything we are about to say in her random plodding through an improvised and expanded “MMSE” that now sounds remarkably more like a psychiatric intake exam and next muttering under her breath):  THIS is CERTIFIABLE.  And UnderWoman……?

Wendy:  And UnderWoman WHAT?

She:  Does UnderWoman hear voices?  Is she a voice?  Who or what IS UnderWoman?

Us (now offended and singing Revolution 1 beneath our breaths):  As we’ve explained, UnderWoman is a REAL CHARACTER…a BRANDED CHARACTER — like Kermit the Frog, Miss Piggy, UnderDog, SuperGirl, Wonder Woman — who was born the day we were definitively diagnosed with myasthenia gravis nearly 11 years ago.  She sees and speaks and goes and does when Wendy Dubit cannot.  Also, due to her design — having emanated from a caricature of Wendy at Sweet Sixteen — UnderWoman has thinner thighs, thicker hair, bigger eyes…all of which we hope will make her especially appealing to our audience…not to mention, we hope, ultimately licensable…which is FAR from being CERTIFIABLE.

She:  I can’t pretend to understand!  Has UnderWoman ever advised you to hurt yourself or others?

Us:  Au contraire!  UnderWoman sees and brings out the best in everyone.  She finds and mines the humor and teaching in everything.  Even NOW!  Even YOU!

She:  And do you, Wendy, ever consider hurting yourself or others?

Wendy:  Never.

She:  How do you feel about suicide?

Us:  That’s a rather odd and too-broad question.  For the most part, we subscribe to the saying:  “Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.”  It’s a shame when a person commits suicide without seeking help or seeing the full picture…and leaves so much mess, sadness, hurt, anger and guilt behind.

Yet there are permanent problems — terminal illnesses, interminable intubation, times when the benefits of death outweigh the benefits of life — for which we strongly support the right to die.  We work closely with Compassion & Choices and Death with Dignity.  And none of us would use the word “suicide” to describe the rights of terminally ill, mentally competent adults to take or be given life-ending prescription medications — a right that is now only legal in a handful of states…and should be legal everywhere.

She:  So that’s a “YES” for suicide, right?

Us:  NO!  It’s a YES to Death with Dignity as described above, with more information at CompassionAndChoices.org.  Who ARE YOU?  Where do YOU come from?  Why are YOU now presenting yourself with a variety of names?  And why has ANYONE failed to bring me ice packs or an aspirin after this many hours?

She:  Do you see or have you ever seen a psychiatrist?  And if so, when was the last time?

Us:  YESterday.  The esteemed Dr. Charles Samenow was directing a musical comedy about Alzheimer’s called “Tangles,” and it was awesome!

She:  This is REALLY TOO MUCH!  Can you give me Dr. Samenow’s phone number?  I’ll have to call him to check this all out.

Us:  I’ll call him first and THEN give you his number.  When you speak with him, please give him our best and our CONGRATULATIONS.  The performance was superb. The Q & A was unforgettable. And we were so pleased to see the ukulele playing such a pivotal role. It’s a favorite instrument of ours, you know!

She (shaking head):  Too much, too much.  I’m going to go make some phone calls…..

Us:  Good luck!  And if you don’t mind, can you plug in our computer and phone and bring us more water?  Also, can you check to see where our NSAID is and when our orthopedist will be rounding?

She:  Anything else?  Like a chaplain?

Us:  A splendid idea!  But only if the chaplain is nondenominational or atheist.


We offer the following comedic and musical interlude to bring ourselves…and you…the humor, expressions and upliftments that helped us to transcend pain and tedium, an increasing sense of isolation and outrage, and an ultimate sense of amusement and acceptance during our social worker’s inexplicable and overlong comings and goings:

Talladega Nights / Prayer to Baby Jesus

Meghan Trainor / All About That Bass / Honest Diapers

Monty Python / Most Awful Family in Britain Awards + Icelandic Honey Week

Monty Python / Ministry of Silly Walks

Monty Python / E. Henry Tripshaw’s Disease

Monty Python / Not Dead Yet

Monty Python / Always Look on the Bright Side

Amanda Palmer / In My Mind (and other ukulele songs)

Coldplay / Lost

Tracy Chapman / Matters of the Heart

Tracy Chapman / Fast Car

Petula Clark / Downtown

Petula Clark / Don’t Sleep on the Subway

Black Sheep / This or That / Hamsterdam

Jay Z and Alicia Keys / Empire State of Mind

T.I. and Rihanna / Live Your Life

T.I. and Justin Timberlake / Dead & Gone

Jay Z, Rihanna, Kanye West / Run This Town

Mumford and Sons / Thistle and Weeds

Sun Kil Moon / Heron Blue (Melancholic Overtones)

Damien Rice / 9 Crimes

Damien Rice / Grey Room

Damien Rice / Blower’s Daughter

Mumford and Sons / Feel the Tide Turning

Kaleo / Way Down We Go

Tom Waits / Hold On

Tom Waits / Pony (I Hope My Pony Knows the Way Back Home)

Garrison Keillor / Prairie Home Companion / Rhubarb, Rhubarb


When said “social worker” returns — having spoken to Mom and Dr. Samenow twice each…she seems flushed and flustered.  NOW…at last..at least…she hews loosely to MMSE — seemingly at a loss for any other “life-saving instruments” and in an apparently blatant and blustery bid to buy time….  And in fact, she is taking so much time that Wendy and UnderWoman are constantly online…writing, researching, listening, watching.  If they’d wanted, they could have used a calculator for the next part without said social worker noticing.  But they never cheat on tests; and instead decide to up the ante by linking every number with its element from the Periodic Table.

She:  What is 100 minus 7?

Us:  93 — Ne / Neptunium, as per the Periodic Table of Elements.

She:  Is there no straight answer with you?  And 94 minus 7?

Us:  That was a trick question, right?  93 minus 7 = 86 — Rn / Radon.  94 minus 7 = 87 — Fr / Francium.

She:  And 86 – 7?

Us:  79 — Au / Gold…a favorite element of Dr. Oliver Sacks’ and ours.

You know our Chief Complaint at check-in this morning was injury to everything except the head, right?  It was not math…..

She:  And 79 minus 7?

Us:  72 — Hf / Hafnium.

You know that we’re concentrating on writing our memoir — Lucky Breaks: Recasting Life in a New Light — yes?  If you’re going to distract us by asking simple math questions in an oddly interrogative manner, can they at least be rather more interesting and challenging…such as “How fast was the wheelchair going when it hit the dip and lip, and…..?

Number 9, Number 9, Number 9…. (reference to Beatles’ Revolution 9 and also to Helter Skelter from White Album)

She:  Number 9 is the WRONG ANSWER!

Us:  Really?  You hadn’t even asked a question regarding 16!  Besides which, Number 9 refers to The Beatles’ song we’re playing for this increasingly ridiculous occasion…which has already added numerous insults to the injuries for which we presented, and for which NONE of the PRESENTING INJURIES HAVE BEEN TREATED.  What is going on here???

She:  A song in your head?

Us:  MANY SONGS on YouTube.

She:  Do you have a problem with songs in your head?

Us:  No.  We derive pleasure from them.

Do you have screen sharing or want to sit with me to watch or listen?  But otherwise, and really:  What are you doing here?  Who gives you the authority?  WE WANT TO MEET THEM NOW!!!!

She:  Sorry! I have a headache.  Be right back.

~~ Back ~~

She:  Sorry.  I still have a headeache.

Us:  So did Charles Manson.  But blaming it on A SONG like Helter Skelter is no excuse.  Do you ever listen to music in your head, body, heart?

She:  Does music ever make you do BAD THINGS?

Us:  We don’t ever do things that we consider “bad.”  Listening to and making music makes us happier than almost anything…except for engaging in deep play and elevated learning with ImmunoMouse — aka Baby Mouse: BM.

She:  Now you’re messing with me.

Us:  We were originally only telling you our own truths, straight up.  But now?  Anyone’s guess….

She:  I’m concerned and confused on so many levels.

Us:  Obviously!

She:  For example, why do you laugh whenever I leave the room?

Us:  To cope!  To bring comedic and musical relief to whatever’s unfolding in your mind and world that is SO NEGATIVELY  impacting ours.   WHO ARE YOU?  WHY ARE YOU HERE?  Why are WE?  Surely the MMSE takes less than half an hour  to administer in adept hands.  We KNOW we passed the math part!  But we presented with and remain in TREMENDOUS PAIN.  The results of our X-Rays must be ready by now.  We want to see a DOCTOR.  A SUPERVISOR.

She:  It is NOT AT ALL COMMON to reference the Periodic Table with every math answer.

Us:  “Reebok, baby? You need to try some new things. Have you ever tried shoes without shoe strings?”

FYI, that’s a reference to Run this Town by Jay Z with Kanye West and Rihanna.

She:  Another drug reference?

Us:  A SONG reference!

She:  Do you know where you are?

Us  SHED — Suburban Hospital Emergency DepartmentLittle Boxes, Little Boxes, Little Boxes Made of Ticky Tacky.

She:  Are you teasing me?  Why do you SING?   Do you know what time it is?

Us:  12:30 p.m. AND getting later by the minute.


Us:  A hospital stretcher.

She:  Drug~wise?

Us:  This morning, we took Tacrolimus for our myasthenia gravis as prescribed.  Otherwise, we are on no OTC, prescription or illicit drugs.

She:  No drugs AT ALL?  Are you SURE?

Us:  We did produce an abundance of adrenaline when we took the wheelchair tumble…and have been “all jacked up on Mountain Dew” — i.e. endorphins — ever since.

(Coupling a fully disclosed reference to T.R. Bobby in Talladega Nights’ “Prayer to Baby Jesus” with a word the social worker does not know.)

She:  Aha!  We thought you were on something!  Talk to me about making and taking drugs…..

Us:  We’re not running a crystal meth lab here, if that’s what you mean.


Us:  Our body…any body…can produce such hormones, neurotransmitters and neuropeptides as adrenaline, endorphins and oxytocin when faced with anxiety, fear, excitement, love, hate, pain and so forth…..

She:  I’m confused!


She:  Oxytocin is a CONTROLLED SUBSTANCE, is it not?

Us:  It is NOT.  It’s a hormone. You may be thinking of Oxycodone.

She:  And you took an Oxycodone at 11 p.m. last night, yes?

Us:  Correct.

She:  And what about now?

Us:  We’re on nothing but what the body produces for itself in your basic fight, flight, freeze or fawn response — adrenaline, endorphins, high energy and alertness.

She:  How?  Why?

Us:  Can you please Google this or look it up in a basic textbook?  We’re awaiting the results of our X-rays and are trying to write a book here…..

She:  Do you not find it strange?

Us:  We’re finding all of this VERY STRANGE indeed.  Is there a particular aspect of the “strangeness” that you’re referring to?

She:  We’re REALLY CONCERNED about you!  And it seems you laugh at me just about every time I leave the room.

Us:  Who’s the WE that’s concerned?  We’d like to meet them.  As for LAUGHTER.  Lacking an NSAID or more, it’s our only MEDICINE now.  It’s FOR US.  It’s NOT about YOU.  Or at least it didn’t start out to be….

In the spirit of humor and music as our favorite medicines, we’re watching Monty Python clips and music videos that keep us calm, upbeat and clear.  We’re writing darkly humorous but deeply uplifting portions of Lucky Breaks: Casting My Life in a New Life.

She:  Well I have a headache today.  I’m not at my best.  And your answers are not the kind I’m used to.  They’re disconcerting.  And then I have to go and check with others.  And….

Us:  Have you tried acetominaphin, aspirin, ibuprofen or the like?  And might you be able to bring us one?  We’ve been asking since 8:30 a.m…. And now it’s 1 p.m….

She:  I’m sorry that this is taking so long.  But I’m very concerned and confused and uncertain.

Us:  Clearly!  But the questions you’ve asked should and could have taken an hour at most.  And now we’re now going on six hours.

She:  Do you hear voices NOW?

Us (trying not to laugh):  YES:  Ricky Bobby’s Prayer to Baby Jesus from Talladega NightsMonty Python’s Most Awful Family in Britain.  Mr. Neutron featuring Teddy Salad. (Yes…Salad, as in lettuce, radishes, tomatoes).  And YOURS.

She:  Based on our conversations, I’m going to have to recommend in-patient observation and evaluation.

Us:  Oh REALLY?  At SHED??  We THINK NOT.  In New York, Oliver Sacks would have visited us TWICE and Tribeca Film Institute would have optioned our screenplay by now.  At McLean, we would already have finished our book and started making the movie…besides which we’d be bunking with fellow authors and agents.

Under whose authority are you acting?  We want to see your supervisor NOW.

She:  I’m sorry.  I hear your frustration but I fail to see the humor…

Us:  And your “failure to see humor” is but the least of the tragedies of this encounter.   So please just STOP TRYING TO UNDERSTAND and LEAVE US ALONE NOW!  FYI:  This CEASED TO BE FUNNY hours ago.  Please bring in your supervisor and / or a psychiatrist NOW.

She: I don’t see why you’re getting upset.

Us:  Then perhaps YOU need to be observed and evaluated.  We’d like to meet YOUR SUPERVISOR.  Who heads up this division?

She:  I don’t understand you.  I fail to grasp your references.

Us:  Obviously!  And YET we’re citing each reference for you.  AND you have Google.

She:  I have a headache!



Upshot of Seven Hours @ SHED?

It messed with more than one head!

The six-hour interaction with our “dedicated social worker” added injury to insult to injury — completely ignoring the extreme pain we’d presented with and were still experiencing in lieu of what seemed increasingly unprofessional and adversarial interrogation.

Our social worker was unable or unwilling to grasp who and how we were or why we were there.  She showed a propensity not to understand basic medical terms or to recognize even the most popular dialogue and lyrics lifted directly from the very media she feigned familiarity with…even though in each instance references were cited and credit was given where due.

She was dangerous.  The situation was dangerous.

We had come to SHED at 8 a.m. in an extreme  state of nausea and pain…for which we were given nothing.  We would not learn until our discharge papers whether or not we had done further damage to our thrice-broken right foot or sustained damage to the right ankle, knee, hip, abdomen, shoulder and neck.  We would not be released until a follow-up visit with our psychiatrist had been scheduled.

Were we really so at-risk and unbalanced?  Or was it all too easy to unbalance a person / system whose own understandings and place had seemed…at best…rather precarious and parochial to us all along?

And what ****IF**** — which we never even fleetingly considered — WHAT IF we had accepted social worker’s repeated and increasingly insistent offers of “voluntary inpatient sectioning for additional psychological observation and evaluation?”

HOW MANY PEOPLE could suffer potentially permanent damage from just such treatment…at a young age or at any age?

What of the people who have nothing more wrong with them than their aliveness, brilliance, individuality and quirkiness — which is to say their rightness — and who have been shut down and / or locked up by people, processes and places that are themselves shut down?

Unlike us, they may not have made the early decision or had the option to move to New York, London or L.A., where they could more likely be who they truly, deeply are every single day…and hopefully make a career and a life of it.

For Wendy and UnderWoman, there would be no lingering doubt or ongoing trauma from our SHED experience with the social worker:  Lucky Breaks is designed to find and mine just such turnarounds and triumphs in the face of difficulties, disappointments and dangers.

But just because WE COME AWAY WINNERS from quite a crazy situation — rich with experiences to learn from, laugh at, create around and contribute with —  does not mean that all were or will be so lucky.

For Merrie Do-It, the outcomes are more haunting and lingering.

And so the story does not and cannot end there…..

Wendy and UnderWoman have requested to learn more about SHED policies and protocols.  In the future, they hope to take training sessions and make presentations with the so-called “social worker” in question.

We will of course seek cover stories about any such “happy endings” in Suburban Hospital’s publications…which we will in turn feature and link back to from Lucky Breaks.

And who knows?  A whole series of related Lucky Breaks writings, postings, exchanges and events might ensue….

If THAT doesn’t work, there’s the whole system to take on…which seems an equally exciting and worthy task.

Meantime, we’re about to leave this thread dangling where it hangs so as to delight in the pleasures of our pool.

We have doctor’s orders to PLAY!  And we very much hope you will JOIN US!!

Warmly and looking forward,

Wendy Dubit and UnderWoman


Follow-on note of 09.29.15:  Wendy and UnderWoman watched One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest…for the umpteenth time but in altogether new ways because of their SHED experience with said social worker.  It is urged that SHED’s Crisis Intervention and Risk Management teams watch the film in full…or at least read the synopsis and vow to KNOW BETTER and to DO BETTER.