long story....I was in a bad manic high state on friday evening...after talking with Ole and my daughter, we all decided to eat muchies and have drinks and watch movies, so after dinner I headed to the market to get a few things. On the way I was cut off by a jerk in an suv and then a ******** just stopped dead in the entrance to the market...needless to say I got pissed...over reacted really and I whipped around the idiot in the driveway and basically fishtailed it into a parking space. I didn't notice that a cop had pulled in behind my car when I parked....didn't notice until the officer yelled at me to stop...I didn't...I was too upset and I needed to cool down...figured the cops would just wait for me.
I was wrong, and well...the were a bit too confrontational when talking to me when I was in that kinda state of mind...I told them I was manic, and I was in a bad high state....that didn't stop them....they ended up threatening to take away my car and license...big mistake on their part....long story short...I fought with them, 2 officers, and I was kickkin a** on them...when the manic energy was spent I submitted to them and I was all calm after that.
They took me to county for processing, told me I would be out in a few hours.....my breasts got gropped by a dyke cop and I freaked, got all hysterical, and then 2 of the county cops used excessive force on me, I was trying to get them to understand that I had issues...that the officers that turned me in already knew I was manic, but I also suffer from post traumatic stress, from being molested and abused as a child. That "pat down" was out of line and so was the extra restraint that they used. I was stuffed into a cell alone and left there for over 9 hours and it was cold and I was only wearing a thin long skirt and a thin top, for some reason my hoodie was taken from me. I'm sick and the knew that....and they pretty much ignored me, except to peek in on me once an hour....I pick my position in the cell so they actually had to step in to see ********, after I heard what the dyke said about me during their shift change meeting, I got really pissed and started to plot my escape....
after the morning crew had two hours of me, I forced myself to have a panic attack....in truth, I was half dead from not having my inhalers and allergy meds. I started pounding on the door and it took them forever to pay attention to me, but once I collapsed from hyperventilating and the pounding on the door became weaker sounding they rushed in with the medic to check me out...my temp was 101.9 and my blood oxygen level was 153%
after that, I was let out into the general population which was warm and they gave me a tee shirt to put over my see thru blouse and I had a real potty with toilet paper to use and everything. Even got to use the phone to contact my family, who had no idea what had happened to me
I was out within to hours of that, but my lungs were in such bad spasms by then that it took till early this morning for them to calm down and now, it seems that I might have pneumonia icon_sad.gif
going to see my doc tomorrow to be examined and get xrays and s**t like that, and I have to talk to a lawyer and get emergency family leave from work so I can have the time to deal with all this new s**t along with the ex's s**t and being sick as well
I was wrong, and well...the were a bit too confrontational when talking to me when I was in that kinda state of mind...I told them I was manic, and I was in a bad high state....that didn't stop them....they ended up threatening to take away my car and license...big mistake on their part....long story short...I fought with them, 2 officers, and I was kickkin a** on them...when the manic energy was spent I submitted to them and I was all calm after that.
They took me to county for processing, told me I would be out in a few hours.....my breasts got gropped by a dyke cop and I freaked, got all hysterical, and then 2 of the county cops used excessive force on me, I was trying to get them to understand that I had issues...that the officers that turned me in already knew I was manic, but I also suffer from post traumatic stress, from being molested and abused as a child. That "pat down" was out of line and so was the extra restraint that they used. I was stuffed into a cell alone and left there for over 9 hours and it was cold and I was only wearing a thin long skirt and a thin top, for some reason my hoodie was taken from me. I'm sick and the knew that....and they pretty much ignored me, except to peek in on me once an hour....I pick my position in the cell so they actually had to step in to see ********, after I heard what the dyke said about me during their shift change meeting, I got really pissed and started to plot my escape....
after the morning crew had two hours of me, I forced myself to have a panic attack....in truth, I was half dead from not having my inhalers and allergy meds. I started pounding on the door and it took them forever to pay attention to me, but once I collapsed from hyperventilating and the pounding on the door became weaker sounding they rushed in with the medic to check me out...my temp was 101.9 and my blood oxygen level was 153%
after that, I was let out into the general population which was warm and they gave me a tee shirt to put over my see thru blouse and I had a real potty with toilet paper to use and everything. Even got to use the phone to contact my family, who had no idea what had happened to me
I was out within to hours of that, but my lungs were in such bad spasms by then that it took till early this morning for them to calm down and now, it seems that I might have pneumonia icon_sad.gif
going to see my doc tomorrow to be examined and get xrays and s**t like that, and I have to talk to a lawyer and get emergency family leave from work so I can have the time to deal with all this new s**t along with the ex's s**t and being sick as well
