Everyone is so cynical. Did it ever occur to any of you that maybe the lady was injured and thought the pain would go away but then it didn’t and she later realized she had a serious problem. In fact, that she waited showed that she probably is sincere. A person who was planning on this would have had the lawyer all lined up and run screaming out that she’d be suing and making a scene so she’d have lots of witnesses.
I guess I’m sympathetic because something similar happened to me - not in the event itself but in the way my injury developed. I sustained a repetitive motion injury and I thought rest and so on would make it heal. It never healed. This was from three years ago. It’s complicated.
Bodies don’t always immediately reflect the true level of damage.
I know about stupid injuries. We were putting a new self-unloading truck bed on one of the ten wheelers. Had it up on 4 55 gallon drums with blocks. Backed the truck under it and was setting it down slowly with 2 handyman jacks up on the barrels. Working the jacks in tandem. We’d do a few inches on the back then move to the front. Anyways, the boss and another guy were on one side, me on the other. They told me to stop jacking so I did. Decided I needed another piece of 2x6 that was laying on the ground. I only took my eyes off that jack for the sec it took to actually look the block into my hand when they went one more click. My jack slammed out and the handle bashed me in the back of the head at the instant I took my eyes off it. Face planted in the dirt. I staggered up and put my hand to the back of my head. There is a 3” long gaping wound there and I think. “That just crushed your skull”. The other two came around and the boss just shook his head. I climbed in the back of the pickup and the other guy drove us over to the office so he could get me a towel. This thing is bleeding something fierce. I get out of the back and I’m leaning on the front of the truck. This guy who was doing some trenchwork for us with his backhoe stopped on the road and asked where the boss was. I said out back and turned a bit to point and this gut SCREAMS “MY GOD!!YOU’RE BLEEDING!!!”. By then the back of my shirt was pretty well soaked. The other guy comes out of the office and we get my head sorta turbanized and we head for the hospital. They clean the wound a bit and the doc gets this dental pick looking thing and starts SCRAPING it on MY SKULL. I said “Are you scraping that thing on MY SKULL??? He said I gotta clean this up. Weirdest damn thing ever. Talk about trauma. I still ain’t got over that yet. Steel scraping on the skull. AAAAIIIEEEE!!!
Of course I sued everything in sight and am now a gazillionaire.
Well, maybe that last part stretches it a little.
We get back to work and the boss says “I see you’re all right. Get back to work.” I said gee, thanks dad...
Not for a New York second.