slackjawed
Self deported
Once, about 4 years ago, I went to UC Davis in Roseville Ca for testing. I have a tumor in my pancreas that causes diabetic symptoms. I didn't know it then.
I walked to the medical center, it was only about a mile and a half from my home. The testing didn't go well, I passed ouyt from hypoglycemia. Being the stubborn guy I am, I refused to be transported to the hospital once I regained conciousness. I was walking home and it hit me again, laid me out right on the sidewalk. A city cop came by, and not knowing what was up, started to slap me and poke me, trying to wake me up. Whether he checked my pockets, or whether it just fell out, I don't know, but once he saw my glucose meter and glucago pen he jabbed me and woke me up. He then tried to take me to the hospital, but I wouldn't go. Since I would not go to the hospital, he took me to a restaurant and made sure I ate. We had lunch together.
It didn't make the news, but that police officer helped me out. Yeah, he left a few red slap marks and one bruise, but hey, it's better than being permanently dead. I thanked him. I even went to the station and told the chief about it. He thought I was complaining, I had to correct him-I wasn't complaining.
Cops have a tough job. I am willing to cut this one some slack, even though it could have happened to me. I didn't get tasered, but I could see it happening if I had hit him, even accidently. Those guys never know what they are facing, and it's really easy to judge someone based on hindsight.
BTW- I am not fat either, I have trouble keeping maintaining weight.
I walked to the medical center, it was only about a mile and a half from my home. The testing didn't go well, I passed ouyt from hypoglycemia. Being the stubborn guy I am, I refused to be transported to the hospital once I regained conciousness. I was walking home and it hit me again, laid me out right on the sidewalk. A city cop came by, and not knowing what was up, started to slap me and poke me, trying to wake me up. Whether he checked my pockets, or whether it just fell out, I don't know, but once he saw my glucose meter and glucago pen he jabbed me and woke me up. He then tried to take me to the hospital, but I wouldn't go. Since I would not go to the hospital, he took me to a restaurant and made sure I ate. We had lunch together.
It didn't make the news, but that police officer helped me out. Yeah, he left a few red slap marks and one bruise, but hey, it's better than being permanently dead. I thanked him. I even went to the station and told the chief about it. He thought I was complaining, I had to correct him-I wasn't complaining.
Cops have a tough job. I am willing to cut this one some slack, even though it could have happened to me. I didn't get tasered, but I could see it happening if I had hit him, even accidently. Those guys never know what they are facing, and it's really easy to judge someone based on hindsight.
BTW- I am not fat either, I have trouble keeping maintaining weight.