My name is Tanyalee Davis...

and yes... I'm REALLY 3'6".

UPDATED FEB 2005

As of July 25, 2004 (Marty’s and my 6^th year wedding anniversary) we live in Las Vegas, Nevada and loving it. I needed to get out of Los Angeles. The weather was great but the air quality sucked and I missed “friendly people”. Vegas is a very customer friendly city so it’s awesome. We now have a 2 bedroom apartment in a luxurious gated community minutes from the Strip. Visitors welcome.

Marty and I have taken up poker (like millions of other people). We frequently play at www.pokerstars.com for PLAY money. We do however get out to the casinos and play for real when we can. Marty has even gone to school to become a poker dealer so that’s works out great!

Thanks to Comic Voice Management I have been traveling to the UK quite a bit to tour England, Scotland and Wales. It’s a whole different comedy vibe out there which is refreshing. My only “beef” is that part of the world needs to get with the times on accessibility for disabled people.

As of September 8^th, 2004 I have a new man in my life. My nephew Garret Rand Protz was born and he is an angel. I know everyone thinks their baby is the cutest (see pics page)…blah, blah but seriously; this kid could be on a Gerber label. My sister Jill and her hubby Greg are adjusting well to being parents for the 1^st time.

I was in California since August of 1997 after an extended tour through Canada and the southeast USA from December of 1996 to August of 1997. I decided to settle in Hollywood for awhile to get my feet in the show biz door.

I'm a regular at the "World Famous" Comedy Store and The Laugh Factory on the Sunset Strip as well as many other clubs around LA. I USED to work at Dublins Irish pub on Sunset Blvd where I would dress up as a leprechaun and run ON the bar pouring people FREE shots. I'M the perfect woman!! My goal out here in Hollywood is to get my OWN TV sitcom ... I'll probably get a MINI series, but hell Ill take it!

On July 25, 1998 I married Marty Hiebert. We had a wonderful wedding in Griffith Park. Marty is my pillar of support and the love of my life. Along with my husband I gained 2 great step-kids: David and Becky.

Accident Journal
(After being hit by a car while scooting in a crosswalk)

Terrible Accident

Please bare with me cuz its hard to type. On Thurs night.. Fri am at approx 12:20am I was driving my 3 wheeled scooter to the bus stop. As I cross the intersection I was hit by a car. I really don't remember the initial hit. I do remember hitting the hood of a car, flying thru the air and I definitely remember hitting the concrete. My scooter was crushed under the front of the car. Being flown upwards was probably the best thing. Since I am ass heavy I came down on my butt. I was brought to ER. I am now at a lovely suite at Cedar Si'nai hospital (all the celebs go there). I didn't suffer any head injuries and lacerations. I do have a fracture pelvis. Since my multiple fractures are hairline the DRs have decided I wont need surgery at this time. I did have a mini seizure after 1 of my temperature spikes but those have seemed to have passed. The driver told police that he thought i fell from the sky...hmmmmm nope apparently he hadn't been drinking. He just didn't see me till I was on his hood. I was in a very well lit intersection so we r guessing his night vision sucks.

Yesterday I received many calls, mostly from comedians one newsgroup that I subscribe to. They are like my comedy family.

I am in quite a bit of pain ( percoset is my new best friend). My injuries couldve been so much worse though. It sound like they will move me to a rehab hospital on Mon or tues for a week. Marty (my hubby) is a wreck but he cant take time off to take care of me and m imobilized. Dont let anyone talk u out of getting a catherater... they rock!! no walks to the bathroom an people empty the bag. be great after a night of drinking.

Anyway... I apologize but Ill be cancelling all my dates for the month of Oct. I am sick about it!! I just dont know when Ill be abel to walk again. I am typing using 2 plastic knives because I can sit forward too faar. I will post another update in a week or so. Hopefuly my c-scan next week will show impovement.

A sticking automobile will not stop me for long and Ill be back on my comedy road as soon as I can shake my bootay!!!

Sincerely,

Tanyalee davis

Broken Pelvis Journal

Earlier Moday,Oct 6th
hi gang,

I cant tell u how much the phone calls and emails mean to me. I hada very
emotional distressing day yesterday with the realization the I will be out
of commission for at least 4 weeks. I’m not good at being stationary when I’m
healthy so I am going to go buggy.

They have started giving me injections in my stomach where are SSOOO f*cking
painful. Its a blood thinner to stop DVT. Ill have to get there for 12 days
or so....eeekkk!!

Its just after 3pm and Ill be heading to a rehab hospital this afternoon.
Its definately downgrading. I am hoping to have a phoneline so I can get
calls and get online. Ill post a number and address when i get settled. ll
probably be there for a week.

In catering had crab cakes, italian green beans, chicken noodle soup with a
fresh baked chocolate c\hip cookie. Iam so going to miss Cedar Sin'ai food
service. Its reallly amazing, I recommend them to cater your next event.

ok need a nap... thanks again for all the prayers and kind words.

Later Monday Oct 6^th (MARTY’S UPDATE)
I'm pinch hitting this one for Tanyalee.
This afternoon Tanyalee was to be transferred to a Care Facility (Nursing home) in order to
get a little physical therapy before returning home. Then she wasn't going
to be moved because of the holiday, then she was because the level of her
care had been downgraded, then she wasn't because no one had actually tried
to find a facility to more her too, then she was, then she wasn't and,
finally, then she was.
About six o'clock she was finally moved into what Tanyalee refers to as "the
depths of hell." At one time I sold janitorial to School Districts, casinos
and care facilities. There are a lot of nice facilities out there that
provide a generous level of care the residents who are in need of such care.
This would not be one.
The residents here are jammed in three to a room with barely enough space
for a bed and a chair along side each curtained off space. T-Lee's room lies
just across from Nurse Station A, the only nurse station apparent, but I'm sure the
"A" serves some purpose, where a nurse's gab fest is always in full swing.
They've positioned one of the more friendly residents just outside her door.
He likes to say "hello" to all the new people, loudly. about every 30
seconds, he never stops. He says "hello" to the new comers, to the nurses, to
the walls and floor and her never forgets to greet the thin air as well.
Provided with each bed is one non-working telephone jack. The phone company
will be called to turn on said jack if the physical therapist deems it
necessary. Why the physical therapist would have any say in Tanyalee's
ability to communicate with the outside world is a mystery. Consequently if
you wish to speak with her over the next few days you will need to call her
on her cell.
Perched on a shelf, about 8 feet up, is one television for the residents
convenience and entertainment. It is a nice wide 11 inch screen model with
rabbit ears. The remote is called nurse.
Tanyalee can't walk at the moment but is ready to crawl home, if need be,
before spending another night in that place.
Our newest and closest and bestest friend, the lawyer with whom we met
tonight, says he will try to get Tanyalee into better facilities in the
morning. He hopes to talk with the gentleman that ran Tanyalee down in the
street like a dog as quickly as possible before his friends tell him just
how much trouble he's in. After moving into her temporary new digs, I think
Tanyalee feels the same way.

Marty

Tues Oct 7th
I am certainly in the depths of hell. I couldnt be more miserable. I barely
slept last night. B4 I planned on going to sleep i asked for a percoset.
They came by with 2. Sounds great to many of you I know but for me it could
be potentially deadly. I told them only take 1 due to my size. The gal said
I should take 2. that would put me in the same state as most of the wackos
in this gereatric hell. I took 1 and left the other. I was woken up at 4 am
with approx 3 hrs of restless sleep. One of my 2 roomies needed a bedpan so
she screamed for 30 mins b4 they helped her. id i mention we are across from
the nurses station where they hang out and gab while the room buzzers go off
with patients needing help. I just needed sleep. 7am brought the rowdy shift
changed... party going on!! They syopped in and asked why i looked so sad...
i basically cried for the next 4 hours. I kept saying just want some
sleep!!! they said the would try and put me in another room ...later. A guy
came in and told me i had to get in a wheelchair to be weighed. Im like
"cant i just tell u? He said it was polocy to get weighed and measured. his
is after some woman searched all my private areas and parts to make sure i
didnt have any open sores. She took pics of my bruises. Anyhoo... told the
guy i couldbt sit in a wheelchair and even my tranfer from Cedars was done
on a gurney. he said he will put me in one. He then picked me up... no
support on my hip and sat my naked ass (still got the catherater) on the
wheelchair, no sheet, no tissue paper. He then covered my girly bits with a
face cloth and drove me around the facility. We stopped in the activites
room where there were about 30 wringled beings slumped in chairs watching a
big screen tv. I was introduced to some gal who told me i would be
participating in "group activity" later. Behind my tears i said hell no. She
told me i could spectate then.... i told her id be on my bed looking for a
razor blade to slash my wrists. got weighed and continued the tour with my
bare ass exposed on the sides of the wheelchair. have i mentioened that no
one has emptied my pee bag AT ALL today and its going on 6pm. I finallh got
to go back to my bed but not before i insisted on getting clean sheets cuz i
was so sweaty all night. there is NO air circulation in this place. I once
again demanded i needed sleep. they wouldnt close the room door because 1 of
my other roomies was still in the room. I took the 2nd percoset i had hidden
earlier. I dozed a bit. I was woken up so i could be given a needle for a TB
test.... its policy! 10 mins later a gal came in while my stomach injection.
At Cedars was told i get those painful injections at the same time every
day. Its important to be given the blood thiner at around the same time...
every 24 hours. I told the gal I dont get the injection till approx 4pm and
it was only noon. She said that since it came early from the pharmacy Id get
it now.... thats not the fucking point!! Marty showed up shortly therafter
while I was bawling my eyes out. Marty took yet another day off work and
rented a car in case he would have to drive around to look at other
potential rehab facilities. We have a lawyer and he has been trying to get
ahold of my DR all day to get me relocated. Marty looks so worn out. Poor
guy. He is an emotional wreck and seeing me so miserable he wants to go
postal on these people. He did tell 1 of the gals thaat this place and
everyone here sucks. they finally told me i could change rooms. Id have to
go by whelchair instead of wheeling the bed... that would be too easy. i
know have a bed that i cant moved up or down myself, I have to rely on these
dipshits. I did move to a room with 2 beds and as of yet i dont have roomie
but looks like i may b4 the night is out. its down the hall from the nurses
station so the buzzing/laughter/comotion isnt as loud. they told me i
couldnt use the phone jack until the occupational therapist set it up after
i pay $35. Screw that!! Marty just took a chance and plugged my computer in
and it dialed so screw them.
Early they had asked if i had food preferences. I said basically i dont like
peas or brown beans. They wrote that on mny card. For lunch they served me
chicken breast and brown beans. for dinner... some sort of caserole and
peas. Unbelievable!

I had to start rehab today. The dr told me i cant have any weight on my left
leg for 4-6 weeks. It seems stupid to me that i should start rehab when i
should be getting sleep, resting my leg and lettibng my pelvis heal. After
all the moving around they made me do today i had a workout already. The
rehab girl said that they thought the had a pediatric walker but they cant
find it. She also told me since she has never worked with a dwarf b4 she
wasnt sure what to do. I told her i knew what to do but no one will let me
just rest and go at my own speed. She put me on the parallel bars which
adjusted to my level. After explanating my extensive upper body strength i
hopped on my right leg and pulled myself with my arms. wow was she
impressed.... DUH!! She agreed that there was really no reason i should be
at this facility because they cant do much as far as rehab. have to find my
own way. It looks like i finally got across to these assholes. I was told
that they are ordering me a pediatric walker and they may discharge me
tomorrow. I am by no means ready to go home but i will do what i can to make
things work at home. I am hopong they will do some in home care.

oh oh oh oh... i was asked 3 times if i had dentures (upon admittance).
hello how many 32 yr olds have dentures??

ok marty just got back with some REAL food...no peas!! ill be online all
night unless i can actually get some sleep.

Wed Oct 8th

Doesnt look like Ill be going home today. Our HMO will not pay for me to go
to a facility that can actually accomodate my physical therapy needs because
its considered an upgrade in care. Bastards.
I am really bummed.
Tanyalee

Thurs Oct 9, 2003
I was told yesterday that I would not be released till my PCP (Primary Care
Practioner) gives the orders. I had never met this DR since we got switched
to her last month after our GP left. My new DR stopped by last night at
7:30PM. She said she saw no reason for me to be at the nursing home because
I cant do physical therapy since my Ortho surgeon says NO weight on that
left side for 4-6 weeks... ie. no therapy. Since no one can find a place
where I can re-cooperate that my insurance will agree to... I am headed
home. She said I would be discharged today but not until I get the pediatric
walker. Last night I was without internet access because they shut off the
phone line that I was using shortly after they gave us a $35 invoice for
using the line. Go figure! They promised to have the line working by 8pm.
Didn’t happen.

I got a roommate yesterday. A lovely woman named Marion who is a very with it
94 yr old. She is a pistol! She also has a broken pelvis but she got hers
from falling.

I fell asleep around 10:30pm. I was woken up at midnight from a nurse
pulling at my sheets asking me if I needed my diaper changed. I told her to
look at my pee bag, which again was never emptied till that point. At 4am
Marion was having pee isnt so a whole group had to help her to the toliet
which is on my side of the room. It was quite the commotion. Poor Marion was
sobbing when they finally got her into bed. The nurses kept our bedroom open
after Marion and my repeated requests to close it do to the unbearable noise
levels of the staff.

Needless to say I didnt get much sleep. At shortly after 7AM the usual staff
change and party noises ensued. Marlon, the male nurse who paraded me around
butt ass naked from the waist down my first day came in and told me he needed
to weight me again. I told him d weigh the same as I did 2 days ago and I
will NOT be going anywhere with him. At 7:30AM I got a phone call from my
best friend and she was bawling her eyes out. Her cat died early in the
morning and she was devastated. I feel so bad for her. Its hard losing a
pet that Uve had forever it seems.

Marty took yet another day off work. Luckily he still has the rental car
which makes it easier for him to get to me. This is getting costly!

They came in at 11am to inform me that since our HMO only covered me till
last night Ill be responsible to pay for todays stay. I told them I wanted
out of there more than anything but I couldnt leave without the pediatric
walker. I told them I was staying but only until I got my walker and then Id
haul ass! and we wouldnt be paying a dime. Around 3pm a nurse came in a took
out my catherater. Its novalty wore off 2 days ago. I am now free of any
hoses or IVs.

Just as a side note... my lawyer is all over this but the drivers insurance
company has not been forthcoming with ANY information thus far. My lawyer sent
off a letter today stating we will be filing suit with hopes they will get
their asses in gear.

At 11am I was told the walker was on its way. The "walker guy" showed up
shortly after 4pm with a cane type thing that folded out like a step stool
without the steps. He looked at me I looked at him in shock. He turned
around and said hed be right back. He came back with a walker... but a
normal size walker. I asked as the case worker walked in... what part of
pediatric walker do u people not get?" The guy said he was already on route
when the order was placed so it wasnt loaded in the van. The case worker
told him the order was placed last night. She was livid! She wanted me out
of there. They asked me to try the walker and it way to big but I can slide
my forearms underneath the hand grips and rest my weight on my arms. I hold
my thighs together for pelvic support and rest my left foot on my right. I
slide the walker forward then slide my right leg along holding myself with
my arms. I got dizzy really fast since its my first real physical exsersion.
I headed for the door but I got winded pretty quick. Marty put me in a
wheelchair and I was outta there! Kiss my broken ass Sharon Care Center!!

Marty put me in the car.... awfully uncomfortable after sitting on a bed
with a ton of pillows. We swung by the DRs and got my percoset
prescription... muchly needed!

I am now at home sitting at "command central". My space on the floor. Ill be
sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor in the living room. Its difficult
sitting up without all the back support I had on the hospital bed but Ill
get by. Marty is taking tomorrow off work to make sure I can make it around
the apartment.

I have to say how blessed I feel having Marty in my life. He has been a
godsent. The poor guy is SO exhausted and emotionally spent. We both had a
good cry when I got settled in "my area" knowing that I it was possible I
never would have been here again. Makes you appreciate those small things.

I was told Id have an "inhome care worker" stop by (no more that 3 hrs)
which was approved by the HMO but no one, not my DR or the nursng home gave
us ANY details on when this would happen. We will see what happens.

Out lawyer is also filing suit against the drivers insurance company on
behalf of Marty to get back his lost wages, emotional shit and some other
legal jargen I cant remember in my dope stage.

So here I am. Its good to be home. I just hope I can heal as well here. Now
I need to get a new scooter so I dont get cabin fever!

Hobbling along,

Tanyalee Davis

Broken Pelvis Journal cont’d

Well given that its Friday and the weekend is pending Marty was on the phone a great deal today trying to find out our options. Our med insurance says they never denied me any care. Our DR says she put in the requested. We finally got a call from the Cedars Case worker and she told Marty (after an extensive, intense chat) that I was home and Id stay home. I dont fit in their "rules" of care. Most ave sized people who have a broken pelvis can manage to take care of themselves when going home. I cant! They dont have acceptions to their rules. Its MUCH harded to get around than I thought it would be. They came by at 6pm FINALLY and brought the pediatric walker. I use that to hold myself above the bedpan. Charming! I had a BM today!! Oh lets rejoice!! You know your spouse loves you when they dont mind wiping your ass.

On other bad news... we found out today that the driver that hit me has the LOWEST coverage available because they have him ranked as a high risk driver. I wonder how many other midgets have fallen from the sky onto his hood. His insurance will cover $15,000-$30,000. My medicals are going to exceed that amount. The lawyer also takes 33.3% on my case and on Martys. The lawyer is looking to see if Kabul (the driver) has any other assests. Apparently he rents an apartment. I originally had NO intention of going after the driver personally but I found out today that the driver told his insurance (Farmers) that I was "not where I was suppose to be!" My lawyers response was .."yes she wasnt suppose to be on the hood of your car"! SO that confirms to me that he is an asshole.

I am really bummed because this just isnt fair. I know life isnt fair... ya dont have to tell me! Its unbelieveable that this asshole can get away with paying the minimum even after being a high risk (assuming then he has had other accidents) yet he can keep driving and I end up with inadequate care,

lost wages, hubby off work for god knows how long and emotional stress.

The DR said I would be getting inhome care for 3 hours a day. Yet no one came today or has contacted us to let us know when this will start and what 3 hours of the 24. Marty and I will try and put a game plan together so that I will ONLY have to pee or shit during the 3 hours the home care person comes. We can all do that right?

Keep those prayers coming people.

Thanks,

Tanyalee Davis

Broken Pelvis Journal cont’d

Here is the latest on my progress...

Ive been home since last Thurs when I was kicked out of the nursing home. On Monday we received a call from an Occupational therapist who asked me why SHE was being asked to help me. Apparently an OT deals with areas ABOVE the waist and since I have a fractured pelvis an OT wouldnt apply. She also said a nurse would be by to bathe me. As much as some of you would fantasize about a nurse giving u a sponge bath... thats not on my lists of fantasies. The OT said she would come by Tues to do an assessment. I was originally schedule for a CT scan at 3PM on Monday Oct 13th. Luckily I phoned to confirm because when I did they told me I had to be there at 6PM.

When I arrived at Cedars Sin'ai I had to fill out the appropraite

Paperwork and then was sent to another check in desk. At the 2nd desk they gave me a HUGE bottle of this white milky chaulk shit that Id have to drink in 15 mins. That didnt seem right to me since I was getting a bone scan not an intestinal type scan. I choked down half the bottle when a technician came in and told me to go with him. Marty told him I wasnt done my shit drink yet. The technician grabbed the bottle out of my hand and through it in the garbage telling me I didnt need to drink that stuff since I was having a pelvis scan. I KNEW IT! I was in the scan room, laying on the table under the CT scan where i could hear the techs asking eachother what scans the DR actually needed. I spoke with the tech afterwards and he said he scanned everything from my ribcage to my knees.... that would do it! Id have to wait for a few days for the results.

Tues Oct 14th.

Marty stayed home again because we didnt know what time the OT was coming over. She arrived around 11:30am. She spoke with a very heavy Russian accent. She again told me she wasnt sure why she was called in because there wasnt really anything she could do for me. She was nice but our meeting was uneventful. She told me a nurse would come by for only 30 mins a day twice a week. FABULOUS if I can plan my shits/pee during that 30 minutes when Marty is at work for 10 hours. Having to find a solution Marty and I came up with a gameplan. Since the MTA (LA transit is on strike and Marty usually takes 3 buses to get to work) we have had to rent a car indefinately.

Wed Oct 15th

With the car rental.... Marty decided to go to work for 6AM and then come home at 9:30am which is the approx. time Ive been waking up. He helped me take my morning pee and got me some breakfast. He then went back to work. About 15 mins after Marty left the nurse called and said she was coming over. She got lost so it took her an hour and a half to get to our place. She also had a very thick Russian accent. She asked what she could do for me and since I didnt have to pee and I had eaten I told her I didnt know. She stayed a total of 7 mins. About 20 mins after the nurse was over I received a call from a social worker from the same home care place. She said she was coming over. This call Atara was not Russian and she seemed very sincere.

She basically broke it down for Marty and I (at this point Marty had come back home... since he will only work half days for now). The SW told us because what I need is custodial care (ie, an ass wiper and food preparer) that is not covered by our insurance. The home care agency is signing off on me because there is nothing they can do for me especially only 30 mins a day.

My DR called today and asked why I had cancelled by CT scan. I was

like...."whhhhaaaa?" I told her I GOT the scan. She said she asked her

Secretary to get the results and she was told that I had cancelled.

Remember me drinking the milky shit drink.... oh I was there!! I cant believe there is SUCH a lack of communication and sloppiness in the American Health care system. He is unbelievable! Anyway my DR said she would investigate.

Marty and I went scooter shopping today. My scooter place had brought in a model for me to "test drive". It was a kickass scooter and I love it but it was just too big and didnt break down (as in come apart) as much as we liked for easy starage in a car ttrunk. It looked like a mini VW bug. It had turn signals and hazard lights! Id love something SO durable but it just isn’t practical when it comes to transporting in a car which we do on occasion. They are sending out a few other models for me to check out. In the meantime we have rented a wheelchair so at least I can get out of the apartment.

Marty will be going back to work Thurs and Fri for part of the day. Ill

Just have to manage on my own after he comes home to help with that first morning pee. Hopefully someone will find my CT scans and see improvement in my healing so I can start managing better on my own.

That's been the last few days. It HAS to get better!!

Tanyalee Davis

www.TanyaleeDavis.com

Healing update

On Oct 30^th we rented a scooter so that I could get around. My lawyers office paid for it but of course it will come out of my minimal settlement.

At the beginning of November I started using a cane. It took a lot of energy for me to walk and my left leg was really resisting. I went on my first tour back on Nov 13^th for the weekend. It was to Lansing, MI and the cold weather didn’t help with my mobility. It was SO great to get back on stage … almost to the point I got emotional on stage. My shows weren’t my best but it got me back on the comedy wagon. I had to use my cane when I got off stage because my arthritis has really consumed my left ankle and its very painful after standing on stage for 45 minutes.

Its now Dec 1^st and we still don’t have ANY money from the insurance company for a new scooter. Two weeks ago they wanted pictures of the damage so we took some. This past week they wanted proof that I actually owed the scooter. Like that should matter…. The guy ran it over… buy me a new one! Today Farmers Insurance sent me lawyer what was suppose to be the final draft of the property damage settlement ($5,000) for me to sign so I could get the money. What Farmers actually sent was a draft for the “personal injury” portion saying that I would settle for $5,000. What a bunch of assholes! I have to say FARMERS insurance sucks!! They couldn’t drag this out any more.

On a happier note… I am walking without the use of the cane. I still have a bit of a limp but that will subside. It onward and upward from here!!

Tanyalee Davis

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