the ACA on the case is none other than one steven tynan. who i hear does only OWI work, and is considered an exceptional, yet hard nosed, county attorney. i think he's been with the CGCA's office for around 20 years... give or take a few . anyway, he upgraded the charges from 2nd to 3rd. looks like he'll push for the maximum, which includes time in prison.
there's a 30 days minimum in jail for a 3rd. only a 7 day minimum for 2nd. when i was convicted before, i got house arrest & fines. which is what i'm pushing for now. especially now.
i talked to my friend jeff about it (i consider him well-versed in the harsh realities in the court system.) he advised that i shouldn't take it to trial if at all possible.) which means, making a deal with the state.
but, i have a defense. one that should work: the truth.
luckily i have paper to back up that truth. affidavits, certificates, receipts. that sorta thing. i, (again) SHOULD be able to mitigate whatever the punishment they've already decided to bestow upon me. plus, the cop's story is full of holes the size of china. as you'll see later.
god knows, i've suffered since.
to plead guilty to something that i had NO CONTROL over is not what the justice system is supposed to be about. ya'd think that would make a difference.
it doesn't.
it's all a game to the lawyers and judges. and, they work at it too. with the evidence i have i should be found not guilty. if i was on the jury, that'd be how i would vote if it involved someone i didn't know.
but i have to take responsibility for what happened. i blew a .146. regardless of intent. regardless if incompetency only existed at the time of the violation. writing this doesn't mean i was never incompetent. i'm working with hindsight here. in so much as i can recall events from that night, which is maybe .1% of the time i was out and about. as time goes on, i seem to be able to recall more and more.
they could argue that iowa law doesn't recognize 'no intent' as a defense for OWI charges. i mean, as i'm told by attorney tim lapointe, that just because i didn't 'mean' to drink & drive, it doesn't matter. the facts i guess outweigh any rationality. i would think someone who deLIBerately drove drunk should be treated as criminals.
i know people sometimes don't give a flying fuck, but that was not the case with this case. i obviously didn't get stopped for driving recklass, or not obeying the traffic rules. how many of you check your third backlight before you start the car? you'd think a drunk driver wouldn't have that sort of control over the car.
they probably would argue that drunk people don't know right from wrong, too, but that's no excuse. i would find it hard to argue this point. it's so clear.
no, i'm talking about sleepwalking. i have a history of sleepwalking, and what happened that night was during an episode of sleepwalking. i swear. i didn't know i had an OWI until i saw the ticket on the desk, the next morning. these are not blackouts, as some of you have suggested. these events do not care if i'm drunk or sober.
i have the dates of my previous sleepwalking events from the last 12 months. once, i incurred injuries from head to toe being in my mud-floor basement. when i woke up the next day, i remembered dreaming about being in a concentration camp during WWII and trying to dig my way out (which would have explained the dirt on my socks and underwear). i've got pictures up on farpoint of those injuries. notice the date. long before this OWI. so this is not a manufactured defense.
anyway, back on point. i have been known to sleepwalk and drive before. once when i went through a 1/4 tank of gas. another time i cleared off 2' of snow from the station wagon, and went driving. i noticed the next day that i had a dent in my right front fender. a small dent, so it wasn't anything major or life-threatening to anybody. what i think happened was that as i was turning into the backyard, i slid into the corner of the house.
now, the drinking part bothers me in two ways: first that i would only go to one bar if i ever went out - which hasn't happened in over 2 years - called sportsman's and i talked to robie, who worked that nite, and he confirmed i aint been in there for a 'long time'. and secondly, i'm not a drinker, haven't been for a number of years. i'm a potboi. since receipts can't come into play here (other than the clear lake receipt for dinner), the only way i can track my expenditures is to guess.
money. it looks like i spent $30 somewhere. i have a receipt that puts me in clear lake, eating at a restaurant, the half moon inn, which is a great place to eat btw. it's about 10mi to the west of mason city. thanks to the credit card i used, i have record of where i went, at least in the beginning of the night (the timestamp has me in clear lake at 2244. i also stopped over at my friend pete's house. twice. once early around 2215 totally sober, and then again around midnight. that time, i had a few drinks in me. so between 2230 and 0100, i had to have consumed enough liquor to make me .146 according to the final PBT results.
i hardly remember any of this. but as i began to investigate my actions from the previous night, it just didn't fit. but more on that in a bit.
and, my public defender, theresa, who i've only met once, and emailed a couple of times, has a heavy caseload as it is, i'm sure i'm only another number to her. i have dropped off some paperwork to support my case. whether she'll use it, i don't know. actually, i'm afraid she's not even going to bother 'fighting' for me. fighting for justice obviously can only come from a $3-5K lawyer.
if i had 3k i could get this attorney in des moines, named john doran, who specializes in OWI's, and more importantly, IOWA OWI's.
it's hard to not think about this whole mess 24/7. i'm having a hard time getting to sleep. throughout the day i keep thinking i should be making memories. but i just don't have the energy. plus my legs couldn't take being away from a chair for very long.
i can't even walk around the block. i get to the corner, and have to turn around and come back. i live on the alley side of the block. even walking down to the corner, i get somewhat unstable. but i push on as much as i can, but it's been a chore. i did do a nice walk today tho. 4 blocks. i found taking it slow can make all the difference.
this is the first time i'm making it public - i have AIDS. i've been HIV+ since 1984 while in nyc, and it was confirmed in 1986, in cherokee, ia of all places. but i've been dealing with it's pronounced affliction since my hospitalization on new years eve of 2000 in the university of iowa hospitals. and lately things have gotten to a point that i'm not sure what to think any more. i used to think that i was invinceable to AIDS, but i've been proven wrong lately.
it's all about image. now that's a topic i'm well versed in. it's allll about image. i'm trying to decide what type of image i want to present to the judge. one of a defender of gay rights (remember act up? & take a look at my facebook page), or one that is relying on the mercifullness of the court? that's the answer i was seeking when i told my friend jeff about the case. he suggested that the DA/CA, and the judge, and even my atty. all know what is going to happen already. that any 'defense' is just going to be for show & it'll piss off the godz, and my punishment will be greater because i fought back. and he told me that their minds are made up already.
this bothered me greatly when i heard it. i thought, noooo, we have a system, and that system works when it's followed. but maybe he's right. he's been through it a few times. i told him that tynan was talking oakdale (which is a prison-like hospital where the screening process starts when you enter 'the system'). sometimes you just stay there. jeff, having been there, said it was the cleanest place to be. giving me the impression that prison was a dirty place. i mean, when i was in eldora, and cherokee, we kept those places spotless.
i'm praying that my 'evidence' will outweigh anything tynan can offer. actually, his offering is composed of a sworn statement by the officer of alleged facts that can be disproven as you'll see later.
i have a couple of pot possession charges from '92 and '04 that all got dismissed. but other than that - oh wait, a public intox in '99 on the night of my brother's funeral. i had gone down to the corner bar to get drunk. i was walking home, and got 10' from turning into my house when a cop stopped me and took me to jail for public intox. i got thrown into the tank. for 18 hours. and i think i did some community service for that violation after court.
a day i'll never forget.
but i've been a goodie trudie as far as problems with the law - a real 'pro-MADD'r if you will. never had a ticket except for the owi's. i'm a professional driver. have been since age 13. i've driven cab/limo in 10 cities across the country. never had an accident. never got so much as a speeding ticket, even tho i've got a lead foot.
john doran thinks the way to go is to attack the tests. there's only one test they have, and that's the PBT. they marked down that i refused to do the FST, except for the breath tests, which yielded a .156 @ first, and .146 @ the station on a certified blower. i don't remember any of this, and there weren't any receipts (except for the dinner in clear lake). so i know i went through 25 bux there.
when i woke up the next morning, i was down like $70. so i must have spent $45 somewhere. which to say isn't impossible, but to do it all by myself in that amount of time, would have been hard, even here in mason city. i figure i had 3 drinks, plus a nice tip $3 for every $5 i spend is about right. $45 wouldn't have been that difficult. just where did i have those drinks, is for anybody to haphazzardly guess. i know i didn't go to sporty's. that would leave the OP. i haven't been able to track down who worked that night, so i can't verify when/whether i was there.
but this was all triggered by some bad news. my ex-lover is in the hospital. and that has set off a chain of events that have been the worst possible two months of my life. and i've hitchhiked across this country between 1975-1980. a dozen times, it's all being chronicled in my new book the.HITCHHIKER), the outline of it is online.
over these two months, two more events have happened that have been life-changing.
first, i woke up in des moines on april 3rd, in a room at the hotel fort des moines, IN des moines, of course. i asked the front desk clerk about it, and evidently i got in there at 0145. so between midnight and 0145, i drove all 120 miles to des moines. and not so much as a flashback memory comes into play here. sadly. it would have been a lot of fun memorymaking, if i know me.
i do have a receipt (bank statement entry really) for a gas station in des moines at 0117. so, lemme get this right. i go out, sleepwalking, over to my friend's house (who i consider family) and then go out drinking to a strange bar, and spend 45 bux or so.
and i get stopped for no brake light.
here's the report that was included in the trial information. the report in which the officer 'testifies' to reads as follows:
"on 3/27/2011 i (p.o. neidermeyer) was traveling west bound on highway 122. i drove through the intersection of highway 122 and s. taft ave. as i drove through the intersection i observed the traffic control device turn red (so he did what many people do, instead of stopping, he hurries through the intersection on a turning red signal. ok, that's 1 down.) i looked in my rear view mirror and observed the driver activate his brake light."wait a minute here. he looked in his MIRROR, and saw MY brake light??? that means i was driving AWAY from him, which would put me going eastward, not westward as i was going. did the officer get mixed up? or was he just telling a tale that he made up to bolster the reason why he stopped my vehicle.
on with the story, more verbatim according to the report this officer niedermayer, brandon niedermayer, testified to. oh, & he's a cute kopper too. i'm surprised there's nothing in the report of me staring at his ass.
ok, back to the report:
"the vehicle did not have an operating third brake light. [this would only be possible if he was behind me. if he was behind me, how could he see my brake light in his mirror? he would have had to have been going eastward, and then turn around a mile down the road. had he done that, why wuld he be forgetting to mention that? something's awfully smelly with his statement here.] i activated my emergency lights and stopped the vehicle. the vehicle was travelling westbound in the left lane of the highway. the driver activated his left turn signal as if he was going to pull the vehicle over onto the left lane shoulder. the driver then activated his right turn signal and crossed the right lane and stopped the vehicle on the shoulder of the right lane."so in essence, i was FOLLOWING THE LAW. ok, on we go with more of his report
"i exited my patrol vehicle and approached the vehicle. i spoke with the driver and requested his driver's license, proof of insurance, and registration. the driver pulled his wallet out and began to look for his license."if you open my wallet, my drivers license is RIGHT THERE, under the clear plastic panel. it's very easily removeable. so is this officer mixed up or making up some concoction to bolster his own actions. but on with his story:
"the driver was fumbling through his wallet. the driver had a difficult time removing his license for(sp?) the wallet. the driver handed his license to me and his proof of insurance. i asked the driver if he has his registration for the vehicle. the driver stated that he did not have the registration in the vehicle. as i spoke with the driver i noticed a very strong odor of an alcoholic beverage on his breath. the driver also had watery eyes and slurred speech."i doubt this very much. first off, he asked me two questions. and my answers to those questions would have been a yes or a no. was there more to the 'conversation'? also, i wear contacts, which will make my eyes appear 'watery' and red at times, especially if they're dry. and they would have been extremely dry because i was smoking pot earlier that evening. and slurred speech? i don't get that way when i'm drunk. the officer is definitely over exaggerating the environment of these events, or he's making things up again. i know this because i know me. anyway, there's more ...
"i took the information the driver gave to me and returned to my patrol vehicle. i identified the driver of the vehicle to be a * Schmidt. i contacted dispatch and requested another Officer at my location for Field Sobriety Testing. Officer Duenow(sp?) arrived and(?) my location and assisted (what assistance did he require?) me with the testing."just how long do you think it would take for another officer to show up? 5 min? 15 min? what was going on during this extended period of time? if the cop followed the rules, there would have been video of this stop. which i would have gladly have called into the record.
ok, on with the show...
"i re-approached the vehicle and spoke with Schmidt. (spoke? like how? what did you say to me? what did i say to YOU? these are important questions because it'll fill in the gaps, that definitely need filling in to portray the whole picture of the events surrounding my arrest.) i asked Schmidt to exit the vehicle. Schmidt opened the driver's door and exited the vehicle."normally, right? i didn't fall down or get wobbly in any way did i? oh wait, here it comes, the standard text one would use to illustrate how 'drunk' someone is...
"As Schmidt exited the vehicle he stumbled and was having a difficult time maintaining his balance. (and the officerS never did ANYthing to prevent a fall or worse, walking into on-coming traffic on a highway, at 1:30 in the MORNing?) i requested Schmidt stand behind his vehicle so that he would not be on the highway as i spoke with him. I explained the repair order to Schmidt. Schmidt was having a difficulty maintaining his balance while i explained the regair order to him. (again, standard must have text to illustrate how a drunk would be) as i explained the repair order to Schmidt, i could still smell a strong odor of an alcoholic beverage on his breath while he spoke." (while he spoke? what did i say?)at every step, i'm able to follow directions. and spoke? it looks like neidermeyer was doing all the talking. small point, but definitely one that'll get overlooked as we stitch up this concocted story. there's more...
"i asked Schmidt if he had any alcoholic beverages to drink tonite. i stated to Schmidt that i could smell an odor of an alcoholic beverage on this breath. Schmidt stated that he had with supper."let me just state for the record... i don't call my evening meal, supper. it's DINNER. and yes, i had a martini with dinner earlier; remember i have a receipt.
now back to the fairy-land testimony of mr. niedermayer...
"i asked Schmidt when that would of (?= have) been. Schmidt stated that it was an hour ago. i asked Schmidt if he would be willing to perform(sp) Field Sobriety testing for me to see if he was safe to operate a motor vehicle. Schmidt stated that he would perform the tests."
"i explained the horizontal gaze nystagmus test to Schmidt. Schmidt had a difficulty keeping his stationary through out the test. i was not able to detect any clues with this test."
"i explained and began to demonstrate the walk and turn test to Schmidt. as i began to demonstrate the test to Schmidt he stated that he could not preform(sp!) the test. while i was explaining the test to Schmidt i instructed him to remain in the instructional position."instructional position?? what the hell is that? is brandon a lil' leather boy afteralll? lets continue... notice he says "could not" not "would not", there's a big difference.
"Schmidt had difficulty maintaining balance and could not remain in the instructional position. i did not score Schmidt with this test due to his refusal [refusal? hardly, more like 'unable'] to preform(sp!) the test.
"i explained and began to demonstrate the one leg stand test to Schmidt. Schmidt state to me that he would not be able (would, or could, CULD not be ABLE) to preform(sp!) the test. i did not score Schmidt on this test."
"i asked Schmidt if he would be willing to preform(sp!) a PBT test. Schmidt stated that he would preform(sp!) the test. (again, following directions to a T has GOT to mean SUMthing) i instructed Schmidt on how to give a proper breath sample for the test. Schmidt gave a breath sample that indicated a blood alcohol level of .156."first, i would have told niedermayer that i couldn't have been able to take the leg/foot/stand test even if i was sober. and would have tried to explain to him that i have medical issues - something that could have been proven right then and there because all i would have had to do is produce my bag of 20 bottles of meds that i had with me.
ok, lemme get this last part typed up... and here we go with the conclusion of his report:
"I requested that Schmidt give a breath sample of a certified test. Schmidt stated that he would be willing to give a certified breath test. i transported Schmidt to the cerro gordo county jail."
"i read the implied consent advisory to Schmidt at 0201 hrs. Schmidt consented to a certified chemical test. Schmidt gave a breath sample that indicated a blood alcohol level of .146 [there, i KNEW it was less than .15, and in iowa that seems to make a difference.] I advised Schmidt that he was under arrest for OWI."
"i read the miranda advisory to Schmidt at 0239 hrs. i asked Schmidt if he would be willing to answer an interview questionnaire. Schmidt stated that he refused to answer the questionnaire."ok, i'm trying to wrap my head around this ... i was cooperative as anybody with this cop, telling him that i was physically unable to do the FST, giving him a breath sample in the field, even agreeing to cooperate back at the jail, yet, i'm gonna refuse to do an interview?? huney, i LIVE for interviews. anytime i can talk about my life, i can go on and on and on - obviously. that just doesn't make any sense. his report ends on this note:
"i charged Schmidt with OWI 2nd. Schmidt was held at the cerro gordo county jail."so there ya have it. the catalyst to a chain of events that didn't end until may 2. in between 3/27 and 5/2, i got robbed. first in des moines, where they took my brand new toshiba 17" $1500 laptop, my bag of meds and my wallet from the hotel.
anyway, des moines was where this friend of a friend lived, and i was in touch with him earlier in the week, about selling my car (i knew my license was over with, and i wuz gonna need money to get out of the OWI, so i'm inclined to go the extra mile and get as much as fast as i can get. this guy, made me think he would buy it. so that's why i think i went down there on 4/2.
i blame sleepwalking for that trip too, because #1 - i have night blindness and would never drive after the sun went down (which adds to the mystery of the night i got the OWI), and #2 - des moines wouldn't have been on my radar unless there was a specific reason to go all the way down there. in the back of my head i must have thought i could have sold the car, got the money, and get back home without any problem.
anyway, while in des moines, i discover that this friend of my friend jeff's, whose name is ryan, decided not to buy the car, but an acquaintance of his stepped up and offered to buy it. i was so happy that i was getting it sold, and anxious to get my money ($1600) that i stayed another night in des moines. the next day, i met up with this guy, who called himself bob, who happens to be a bigtime meth dealer. that didn't bother me so long as they treated me with respect, which at first they did. ya know?
so bob, his GF, and i all drove up to mason city the night of 4/4, and got to my house. the plan was they would drop me off, give me my money and i would give them the title and the keys. but.
when we all got into the house, bob pulls out a gun and points it at my head, demanding all my money and drugs. i told him i didn't have any... so he pistol whips me while his girlfriend rummages through my desk and files. throwing shit all over the place. they then proceeded to rip away my computers, all the audio/visual systems. all the while his girlfriend is watching over me with a hammer in her hand. swinging it at me threateningly. and they took every electronic device in the house, including my vaio laptop, my mac, the amp, the mixer, speakers, harddrives, routers, modem (which the cable company is charging me $189 for) both LCD tv's, my xbox and wireless controller.
they end up totally trashing every room in the house. i mean, it looked like a junkyard when i woke up. they knocked me out, and left early in the morning with the car packed to the tilt with all my stuff.
during the following week, i find out that there are hundreds of dollars worth of unauthorized charges on my cards, and wiped out my bank account. it was a trainwreck. and because of a change of address they submitted to the post office a month later, i wasn't getting any mail, all my bills went to des moines, and i fell behind. getting all this sorted out has still got me under the gun.
frankly, it's not over as there was a box of checks that the bank mailed to me. which got rerouted to des moines into the hands of this bonnie and clyde outfit. they forged about 25 checks, which passed thru my bank because i can't afford $10/check to stop payment on each of them. so, i get stuck being charged $25 for each check that came into the bank because i have overdraft protection (which means, they'll honor the check, but they're going to charge me NSF fee of $25 per instance on top of whatever amount the check was written for). they racked up some $400 worth of needless bank charges and over $1000 on products and services, before the bank took any action.
my cousin gary who lives behind me, saw these sons of bitches leave around 0530 when he was leaving for work. had he known what was happening, he said he would have stopped them, but he just figured they were friends of mine, and let 'em get away, in my car.
oh yeah, bob & PIC (partner-in-crime) found the titles to my cars, and held a gun to my head to make me sign them over to them. so i did, but i spelled out my name, which isn't my signature at all, hoping they would get caught. it then dawned on me that these were the same assholes that ripped me off in my hotel room in des moines.
anyway, i woke up the next afternoon, and called the cops. an officer came over, gave me a pen and paper to write down all the items that were taken, and took a few pictures. then leaves.
i called the police a couple of days later to find out what had been done to recover my property and car. i never get a call back after leaving this offier a voicemail. about 3 weeks later i get a letter from the post office telling me that someone submitted a change of address form, and routed all of my mail down to this address in des moines. 1123 13th street se to be exact.
i even had bob's phone number, and gave it to the cop. hoping that they could catch this fucker, and would actually WANT to get this guy off the street. but NOOOooo, they acted as if they couldn't have cared less.
i even called the local paper and explained to the crime editor there was a bonnie and clyde team roaming around that would do this shit. who knows what they would have been up to after they robbed me. i wanted to get the word out that there are people like this in town.
at about the same time after the robbery, i get a letter from some towing company in des moines. my car has been sitting in their lot for the last 2 weeks, towed at the request of the polk county (des moines) sheriff.
i called the towing company and they said the keys were in the ignition, but nothing else was in the car, and that there was no damage to the vehicle.
so my friend pete and i go to des moines to reclaim the car. which cost $660 to get. it should have been reported hot, and they should have immediately contacted me, but NOOO, mason city police never put out the alert. so we get the car back, and drive back up to mason. i had to do something with the car, like GIVE it away. to pete, since he was driving me around in it anyway. at least i could still enjoy my new sound system i put in.
and then, the 3rd event that was life changing happened. when i woke up on apr 20th, i was unable to speak or walk. i thought i had been robbed again, so i calld the cops. two officers came this time, and saw i was in distress medically, and took me to mercy medical center of north iowa, where some tests immediately showed that i was in acute renal failure. they call the fire dept. ambulance to come and transport me to mayo clinic in rochester, minnesota. which is fine, because that's where my ID doctor is. so i was fine with that, thinking a couple of days of recuperation is what i needed. it ended up being 10 days of intensive care and regular internal med care, where i had to learn how to walk again. i was a pretty sick boy when i went in. according to my nurse, had i waited another 24 hours it was very possible that i could have died from the matter.
i have a clinical record of my hospitalization. there are a dozen diagnoses listed. all the while, i have pete and linda (his sister) keep an eye on the house. pete had an extra set of keys so he could get in, feed diva and empty her litter. and just make sure things are still there.
back to the violation; one thing i wanted the judge to consider was this: if i had the presence of mind to be driving around town since 10pm, why would i be so 'fumbling' and have 'difficulty being stationary"? remember, i wasn't stopped because of a moving violation.
oh well, as of this date, the status of my case is unknown, only that there was a continuance from july 7th. until when i have NO idea. theresa seems to agree that oakdale is out of the question. i'm hoping that we can just agree to do house arrest, and pay a fine. nobody was hurt. no property was damaged. no harm, no problem, right? ya, rite.
stay tuned as i'll be updating this as needed. and mr. tynan, if you're reading this, i hope you come to your senses and be realistic about this. jail would serve no purpose. if you want to punish me, take my money, but let me continue to stay on my life-sustaining regimen. my family doctor signed an affidavit with the details of my medical condition. he's usually pretty good about things like that.
i should also mention that i'm required to get a substance abuse evaluation done. i thought that only was required AFTER you're found guilty, but i guess it's beFORE you even go to trial. that's another $125 down the drain. i'm not worried tho. i don't have a problem with alcohol, especially. now pot? that's a different story. i don't have a problem with it. i jus smoke it whenever i can. i can't afford that either. it's bad enough i smoke cigarettes, that's like $150/mo. i wISH i could stop smoking fags. but it's definitely an oral fixation. i can chew gum, or bit on a toothpick, and not need to smoke. licorice does the trick too.
anyway, back on that evaluation. i'm sure i could probably get my doctor to write one up for me, but something tells me that they WANT me to have to spend money. so it can only come from a 'certified' drug counselor, like those that work at priarie ridge (a local treatment center). i've had a 3/4 bottle of vodka in my freezer since 2009, on my birthday. if i were to drink, vodka would be my 1st choice. i've had years of jack daniels on me. i'd rather not get that way again, especially being stuck in mason city.
but it's no secret. i did a whale of a load of drugs back in the day. there were maybe 3 drugs i never took. i did heroin only once. woke up with my head in some dyke's pussy. i never touched the horse again. now meth. that's a different story.
i never did meth until after i went to san francisco, when i got out of drug rehab in cherokee. they put me on a bus, with a sack of sandwiches, and fruit. and an address of where i was supposed to go in san fran. that's a whole nother chapter in my life.
suffice it to say, i did my first IV dose of meth with this really reeeeely hot boi, jerry. again, and again, and again. it got pretty bad.
at one point, i was up for 10 days, and coming out of a peep show booth down on turk. having seen $50 worth of movies and jerkin for the last 10 hours, i get into a cab. who after a few blocks decided i was not the type of customer he could deal with ... so he drops me off across the street from the SFPD building. and i get in the phone booth, at 6am.
i call my folx in manly ia. collect. and pleaded with them that there are helicopters following me, and they're going to take me to jail. and on and on. dear lord. i stoppd the meth for a week.
but i aint done that hard shit for a long time. i've been celibate since jan 6 2005.
the third, and most damaging event of this triad sequence, was going to mayo for 10 days. going through dialysis. and almost every other conceivable test they could possibly get by with. it was intense to say the least. at least they loan out laptops. wireless is a nice distraction from the realities of tests, and more tests.
i'm still paying that price. i've got doctors' appointments, public health happening, and coumadin clinic - twice a week. my numbers just aren't playing nice with me. for some reason. they keep bouncing all over the place. it's hard to gauge the future doses. i'm on 25mg a day now. that's like what? 175 a week? that's an unusually high dose. but then, it took 19 pills, 3 times a DAY, of methadone 10mg tabs. and i still wuznt getting THAT much benefit from them. they would work for about an hour. but i spoze that's why they're so much cheaper than vicodin, and oxy's.
i'm glad i'm not on dialysis any more. that was rough. they had to put catheters, in twice. one in my neck, and the other in my chest. plus, c-diff had hit me square in the butt. that was quite messy. i hated to put those nurses through what i did. but they played nice with me. on a scale of 1-10, i'd giv 'em a 7. mercy in mason rates about a 5. they have bigger computer monitors @ mayo. maybe that's why.
so, there's other things that i wanted to point the court to. like a website about sleepwalking by the NIH in washington. they recognize that it's a phenomenon. usually little kids have sleepwalking events. i've always been bothered by sleepwalking. when i lived in new york, oh my lord. i'd never get into trouble tho. and i drank jack one way: jack, splash, twist, in a mug. and every bartender knew what i drank, and had it ready for me before i hit the back of the bar. it was nice having that treatment. i certainly don't get any of that here.
but i've been a lot more active in promoting anti-bullying (ie, the STAND UP campaign), equality in rights and privileges of the bisexual and gay communities. sexual orientation isn't a CHOICE. shit, who in their right mind would subject themselves to abuse, and neglect, and vilifications. i tell folx i was suckin my daddy's dick when i was conceieved. i never came 'out' except the time i was born.
i'm not sure what's going to happen in the upcoming weeks. that's hard for me to deal with. i like to know what i'm doing for the foreseeable future. usually a month. at least 2 weeks. i keep a calendar. without it, i would be dead in the water. it's not just having the internet - which i would advocate is just as important as electricity, and water. and garbage pick up. i couldn't live without it, and be expected to do all the right things, at the right times. god help me if they ever come and take my computer. i've instituted safety precautions. like online backup.
so, like i said, i have NO idea what to expect. and when. i wish my lawyer, who has a FB page, but i'm not sure i want her reading my posts on facebook. i don't think she'll find me on facebook. i can stay pretty hidden if i want to. it's easy to get lost on the net. ya know, if i wuz smart, i'd have my own routing tables. but no matter, qwest knows EXACTly where i've been, how long i spent there. i like the anonymity of the net. not that i'm hiding. i'm jus not showing myself in a certain light. there's a difference. i still feel like i'm in new york tho. that happens a lot. especially when i'm typing to the web.
and with that, i must close out. it's getting late. and my bed is calling me. good nite, and stay out of trouble.
all in all, i'm jus taking it one day at a time. any comments? help yourself to a textbox.
