Went to Hospital due episodes and my breathing cut off. I
got dropped of by Church member on way to church. Nurse tripped on me during a pseudo Seizure
and began yelling as she grabbed my shirt. She could of let go but no, she
yanked on it real hard ripping the shirt off my body as I fell causing my
episode to become that more violent. All these people start yelling and
talking to me, I tell the lady to back
off, I am being polite the best I can. I am having massive seizures she starts
yelling security, security, then the cops show, after they put me in this
little room. The officer come to the door. I tell him immediately I have PTSD
from Police, and please run my name (I have talked to the Captain, Chief of
Police, three stops at City manager's office with all the medical paperwork
from my last incident where Springfield Police chased me at church wanting to
bust me for no reason.) He said he already had. I replied so you know to give
me space, I have PTSD from a Police beating. He stepped past all the doctors
and threatened me with arrest for Disorderly conduct purposely intimidating me.
PTSD began kicking in, and adrenaline hit hard in that little room. I say thank God
that the Doctor took over. I told her I was leaving and clear a path for me
and make sure that cop is nowhere near
me. I walked out and the nurse patted my back, 'Opps" she said, "I
forgot" because the simple touch caused my shoulder to lift. I smiled back
and said "That's okay." She stopped at the door, and said "I
just want to give you a hug." I smiled back and left out the Ambulance
doors avoiding the Police. (The medical staff helped me get out of a bad
situation. I went to church and had another collapse for a while. It took my
breathing again, I lay on the floor and listened to the music. "God
calling me home." I smiled as a tear rolled down my face, everything got
real distant. I figured if I was going to die, this would be an okay place with
people who love me. I finally got up, I listened
to the sermon best I could. I got back up after a long while. Jeff sat
with me. It was pot luck, but I was in no mood to eat, but snack on brownies I did.
The same officers are involved often the tall one with black
hair, the blond one with short cropped hair, the bald one with no hair. I don't
like getting attacked at church during a medical emergency.
I really don't like getting cornered by some cop in a small
room as he pushed by everyone during a medical emergency, but this is how some
Springfield cops think.
The medical staff intervened and the Doctor got me out the
back at my request quite quickly. I finally got up, I listened to the sermon best I could
picked strawberries out front, and then came home blew up on 5O in phone and
then had cool work out, and a good Chef John the Ghetto Gourmet Show later.
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