A traumatic day...

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This has been a very very rough day. I swear I should write a book about

my life... no one would ever believe it was non-fiction though.

Started out good enough.. We were going to Craig and then to

Penney's to pick up my clothes that I was to pick up yesterday and I ran

out of time and then they put them all away. After that Elizabeh wasn't

feeling well and asked me to take her to the ER which I did.

The dr got the idea somehow that she was faking and told her to just get

a local dr on Monday. He left and she started to get dressed. Suddenly

she flung her pillow across the room. Then she exploded and threw the

metal instrument table across the room. It is in two pieces. It came apart

and crashed to the floor. The nurse came in upset and Eliz told her GET

OUT!!! You didn't help me. The nurse left... and then came back. She blew

up again yelling GET OUT! At that point I beat a hasty retreat saying I

had a phone call. (which I did). The security guard posted himself

outside. He was a very nice older gentleman. Next they got five police

officers up there to lead her out. She was out of control by then. What

with her car being stolen the other day, her husband just barely out of

brain surgery, having a miscarriage several weeks agao. and feeling ill

and them not helping her she just lost it. She refused to go. They tried

to force her and she grabbed the policeman's heavy flashlight out of his

belt and bashed him over the head with it. BIG MISTAKE!

They threw her on her face on the ground, put her in hand and foot cuffs,

and sat on her. I did not see the earlier stuff but I came out to find her

in that position. They had maced her in the face and eyes and refused to

put a cold cloth on it to help her.. I stroked her hair and she calmed

down and then I held her for a minute. They led her back to the room and

then interviewed me in another room. When I came out they had taken her to

jail.

She is there now awaiting trial monday.. the charge is second degree

assault on a police officer.. which is a felony. She cannot be bonded out

of there. I don't know what will happen. She'll probably have to be in

jail for a while.. K don't know... I am so frazzled I feel like I need

drugs myself!!! Seeing that and hearing her tearing screams that could be

heard all over the whole ER was just so awwful

I got hold of her mother who has washed her hands of the whole thing...

she said she has tried to help her in the past but thinks now that maybe

this will be a wakeup call. So I guess it is just me to help her but I

don't know if I have the strength anymore. I have been listening to her

caustic remarks about her father in law for three weeks now. (man of which

are true but I have heard them all many times and my blood pressure is way

high). I just can't get her screams out of my head. I went to walmlart and

just drove around and around in my cart for a couple of hours. As soon as

I do my shop reports and eat I'm going to snuggle up with Jeff.

I don't know if I'm going to see her tomorrow or not. There is visitation

time but I kind of feel I need a break from all this before I lose it

myself.

Ican tell there is too much stress on me because my reiter's symptoms are

worse (and they had been getting worse anyway) and my blood pressure is

up. Mentally I just feel like I keep on hearing those screams and

everything is tumbling around in my head like clothes in a dryer. I think

I just need to let the dust settle and I' going to dry and do that the

best I can...I treated myself to ice cream and a jaunt around walmart

which are two of my favorite things.....

Thanks for listeing....

Liz

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freely, to risk life, and to be needed. " **Storm on**

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