When 911 Gets Out Of Hand!!!!

Let's begin with 911 rolling up to my house on that Saturday night. Four officers to be exact. When I went to answer the door, I noticed that all of the intruders had suddenly left, vanished, disappeared into the night.

The cops thought I had lost it. They called an ambulance and had the EMT's check me out to determine if I was on the verge of dying or just plain crazy. I was informed that since I was experiencing hallucinations, I would need to come to the police station for an evaluation. As a safety precaution, they confiscated my guns.

Since I could only walk with assistance I rode downtown in the ambulance. Once at the police station they called someone to come and evaluate my mental health. They gave me a blanket because I was cold and I settled in to wait.

Matt Spencer and his sidekick from Four County Mental Health arrived about two hours later. I'm not sure why it took two of them but this was Government work which often explains a lot. Matt is a licensed medical social worker, but not a psychiatrist or a psychologist. This makes him a McFreud in my mind.

During the interview I explained that I had been sick for a week and had not eaten for three days. Matt was more inclined to believe that my hallucinations were the result of alcohol withdrawal. I do drink on a regular basis but have quit several times with no withdrawal symptoms.

The evaluation lasted about forty-five minutes and somewhere along in the evening I was told that I was going to Coffeyville Regional Medical Center "if they had room".. This suited me because I was sick, felt like crap and needed some care for a day or so.

Then I sat and chatted for a couple of hours with the Lieutenant in charge. I did begin to wonder why it was taking so long to get a ride two miles across town. The Lieutenant told me that he would give me a receipt for my guns. Later I ask for the receipt and never got one.

Eventually they told me the car was there to take me to the hospital. Two policemen carried me out and put me in the backseat. I tried to give the blanket to one officer, but he told me "Keep it, it's a two hour drive to Osawatomie and you will need it".

I told them flat out that I didn't want to go to Osawatomie and they said that the Coffeyville hospital was full. Then I said they could take me to Independence or Bartlesville. They made some excuse as to why that was not possible. During this discussion they handed the driver a thick package of papers and we hit the road North.

It took me almost three months to figure out why there had been so much secrecy about what hospital I was going to. This is how the CIA handles terrorists.The only difference being in my case they didn't throw a gunnysack over my head. More about this later.