Posted by Monique (207.61.107.26) on February 27, 2000 at 12:24:59:
In Reply to: A weekend topic. Submited by Mr. Garison. posted by Mr. Hand, on February 26, 2000 at 11:41:43:
From an experimental treatment with an accupuncturist turned into one of the most embarassing for both of us. Half way home he could no longer drive the pain was so intense, he pulled over to the side of the road and got out. I got into the driver seat (this was before I lost my licenece to my own beast MS) he went over to the snow bank and got down on his hands and knees in the snow. He began screaming at the top of his lungs (at this point I noticed a cop in the rear view mirror pulling up behind us) and he began ramming his head into the snow bank all the while letting out these sounds that the kids call 'his wrestling with a bear call'
The cop came up to my side, very slowly (Greg was oblivious to all of this) with is hand on his revolver. I was crying at this point too. He asked what he was taking, when I tried to explain what was going on the cops face just screwed up and looked at me like I had just lost my mind too! At this point Greg gets up and comes to the passenger side door. Opens it up, the cop backs away from my side and says to Greg, "You might want to calm down there fella" Greg is still unaware that there is anyone else there. Where upon he grabs hold of the passanger bucket seat and proceeds to rip it from the floor, this done he throws it back toward the back of the extenda cab and starts to punch the floor boards, I look back at the cop and he has his revolver drawn. I quickly try to explain again what he has and whats going on and that no he is not on any drugs, when I am hit all up and down the left side of me with projectile vomit! Cop gets a few nice splashes as well. It is at this point the gun goes down, he watches as Greg slowly begins to calm down and sink to the side of the road only showing the top of his head above the floor of the truck. I look back to the cop and he says as he walks back to the car, "you should see about getting that guy some help lady!" and he drives off. 20 min. later we are on the road again, Greg exhaused and me smelling none too pleasant, got most of the chuncks off with the snow, but all in all still pretty stinky. We still have a 2 hour drive home and half way there we get stopped again. The cop comes to the door, I roll down the window, he gets a whif and askes if we were the couple that the cop just spoke to about an hour ago. I say yes and he say with tears in his eyes, "go ahead, my wife has Clusters, get him home!"