Friday, June 9, 2006

So I eventually slept, if not well. Mark woke me up to drive him to the car rental place. I wanted to go back to sleep so bad, but didn't complain; I knew I had to get Mark to the rental car so he could go to his brother's and then I could relax. I got dressed fast, and we got to the car rental place. I told him I was worried that I might have bronchitis, as I used to get that a lot when I was younger, and I had been coughing last night. I was thinking I might have to call off my date with Jeremy tonight, and feeling a bit sorry for myself. I hugged Mark goodbye and headed home.

Around the halfway point my stomach started with some weird rumblings. My tummy hasn't been normal for 5 years so I wasn't overly concerned... erg. I'm still shakey. Ok. So I took the express way home, and I was heading up Pontiac Trail to get home, and I started feeling like I was going to shit myself. Fun times, huh? Well, I was pretty close to home, but the feeling was overwhelming, and all I could think about was the toilet I'd have access to in like 5 minutes, only that seemed so far away. I sped up, parked on the street, ran inside, tore off my clothes (it sounds hotter than it actually was) and found some relief in the bathroom. I got dressed; thinking the worst was behind me, and that I could move my car into it's assigned space. I opened the door and saw a police truck on the street, which didn't alarm me, as I believe that one of my neighbors might be a cop, and that another one entertains officers on a semi-regular basis. But within a second of me stepping outside my stomch lurched again, and I decided to skip the car, and just worry about myself. I went back inside, and got undressed again. I made it to the toilet again, just in time, and there was a loud pounding on the door. I grabbed a towel, and ran stumbled down the stairs, thinking that one of my neighbors was going to give me something I had dropped, or that the UPS guy was extremely early - only it wasn't anything like that...there were police, like...everywhere. Like in a movie where they've tracked down a serial killer or something. There was the truck, and another car, parked in front of my car, like I might bolt or something. And there was a female cop doing the talking and at least 3 other cops, who appeared to be male. But it felt like there was more because they were wandering around me. I invited them inside (in case I felt sick again), and the officer doing the talking entered the doorway, but not far. The female police officer, who wasn't cruel, asked me if I knew why they were talking to me, and I said no. It was so surreal. And I was all shakey from being sick; I thought they must think I'm a junky or something. They asked who had been driving my car about 20 (I don't remember the exact number) minutes ago, and I told them that I had been. They said that the car had been speeding and passed a police officer, and did that sound familiar? I told them that I was sick to my stomach, and that I sped up when I got close to home, trying to get to the toilet.

They asked that I get dressed and talk to them. Great. When I tried to close the door so I could get up the stairs they stopped the door from closing all the way (like, where was I gonna go?). I stopped at the toilet, and finished what I started, quickly. I pulled on some jeans and put on a shirt as I came down the stairs. I put on some dirty socks I'd taken off yesterdya, and pulled on my beat up tennis shoes. I pulled on my leather, afraid I was going to star shaking... And I was dressed.

When I went back outside she had me sit on the curb, and she told me that I should be thankful that I had such good neighbors, because they had told the cops that I had parked really fast, and run into my house. That didn't make me love my neighbors; it made me resent them. They didn't come and ask if I was ok...they just got the police; I can't imagine anyone thinking that I'm dangerous...so it's just...it was like the Twilight Zone. And there are all these cops on the lawn with me. It probably would have been even more humiliating, except I was so concentrated on my stomch rumbling, and trying not to shiver too much, that it was hard to pay attention to everything happening around me, and take it seriously; it was like a horrible nightmare.

I was asked where I was coming from, and I told them the truth; that I had just dropped Mark off at a car rental place so he could visit his brother for the weekend. I was asked if I had any warrents for my arrest, and I said no. I would have laughed at that question if the timing wasn't so horrible. I was asked what my record was like and I said it was good. She told me I wasn't under arrest, which was probably in response to me seeing a flock of cops on my lawn, and looking so out of it. She wrote me a speeding ticket, and informed me that the entire incident had been videotaped, as her truck was equipped with a video camera. Made me wonder if they'd watch that tape later, and laugh about the sick guy they dragged out of the house - the one who got a speeding ticket for speeding home and not shitting himself.

Looking back on it, they must have thought I was speeding away from them, and that I parked fast, and ran inside to get away, but what they didn't know was that I had no clue they were there. I think I remember passing a truck coming in the opposite direction, but I had no idea it was a cop. All I knew, was that I needed to get home NOW. I wasn't in traffic, and the roads were pretty empty. I could see everything ahead of me, and there were no pedestrians. I sped up this one time on this road (we're costantly getting beeped at on that road for driving the speed limit), to relieve myself, and spare my clothing, and vehicle, and that's all there was too it.

After they let me go, and came inside and called Mark. I felt horrible, and Mark was pissed, and thankfully that wasn't directed at me, or not much of it was. I want to just sleep, and pretend the world is as it should be. Mark says I should call our prepaid legal service on Monday and have the violation reduced to a nonmoving one. We just paid for our car to be repaired out of pocket so our insurance wouldn't go up. And now I'm all kinds of stressed, and still sick, and disappointed that I have to cancel my plans with Jeremy, as that's pretty much all I've been looking forward to all week. I had the movies picked out.

Today is just the worst day that I've had in some time. I called Janice and told her what happened, to help me calm down. She felt they could have given me a warning, given the circumstances. They did say they reduced the speed of the violation, and told me to feel better. I'm still in shock though. I should call into work now, rather than later. I called in on Sunday, and I've been sent home everyday this week. I really thought that yesterday was the day my week had turned around, and everthing was going to be great for the weekend... I feel like crying - but I think I'm too dehydrated to do it.

I just called DJ at work, and told him the whole sorded story. I know I don't sound like myself; like I'm stoned or something. Like I'm talking really slow... It'll get better, right?

I had such a great day yesterday. Work was fun, and I got a lot done. DJ & Jeff were fun. Everything was fun. I got to have Little Caesars, which I seldom get to enjoy these days. I got to hang out with Carrie & Mark. I made plans for school. I saw more friends at the Aut Bar. It was just as great day. And I've been having a lot of great days lately. Some of that has been just making an effort to see as many of my friends as possible. Some of that has been my working environment kicking ass. Some of that has been dating again. Jeremy is a big part of that because I've wanted him for so long; he was this guy that I never thought I could have though I wanted him so much. Jennifer is coming back to Michigan in July. Steve is coming back to the area in August, and I'll see him in July. I'm in communication with more of my older friends than in any other time in my life. I'm getting along with my family, as far as I know... And everything has been good. And this just blind sided me.

I'm going to be ok. I'm going to be ok. I'm going to be ok. If I can just stop shaking I'll be ok.

   posted by Bald Jason at 11:31 AM
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