Go To Video Report of Stabbing From AChannel

I have set up a permanent page regarding the most recent news report from AChannel concerning the assault and stabbing of Jim on Monday. Click right HERE to check it out. Warning that there are a few very graphic images. 

Second Chance

Right now I am at the hospital with no desire to go to sleep even though I know that I am running on empty. Earlier in the evening, I was able to dose for a little bit anytime Jim settled down, but no matter what kinds or amounts of meds that they were giving him for his pain, the longest amount of time he was still was no more than 40 mins. Once the meds wore off, he would start to get restless and then extremely aggitated especially if he didn’t have me in his sight upon waking. I don’t think that he is convinced that I am fine physically, that I wasn’t hurt in anyway. I am not really sure how much of the attack on him that he actually remembers. I do know that he is having some pretty bad nightmares because the last time that he woke up, he had to be restrained by a handful of nurses. I was also asked to leave them to resolve this which was fine by me because right now I am not really able to see Jim in any sort of pain or distress.

What an awful place the Critical Care Unit can be. While I was typing this, a lady about my age came over to ask me how to get back into see her husband so we started talking. She was about my age with two daughters about Sara and Katies age and she has been with her husband 28 years, the same as Jim and I. Her husband was in a bad motorcycle accident earlier tonight and was air lifted in from Owen Sound. He’s not going to make it. He wasn’t as lucky as Jim. I feel awful for her and her family. I sort of know how she feels. When they were giving Jim last rights last night I felt such a complete and utter emptiness thinking that he soon might be gone that I couldn’t even beging to describe it. I feel so very blessed that he is pulling through because we now will have a second chance.

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I Fought the Law – Kinda

FROM THE ARCHIVES ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED 2006-03-15

Both Jim and I pretty much knew that it was simply a matter of time before he got pulled over and notified that his license was under suspension but neither one of us thought that it would be done in quite as spectacular way as it was yesterday. We knew that he was very much on borrowed time but we were hoping that our luck would hold a little bit longer than it actually did. He had two outstanding speeding tickets from last year that he has never bothered to pay the fines for and both of us have been driving long enough and are pretty much aware of the laws of our land also to know that both of these facts would put his license under suspension. The only thing going for him is that technically you are still able to drive while you are under suspension as long as you have not already been notified which he had not been – until the nice officer yesterday!

What really burns me is where he got nailed for all of this. The cop pulled us over less than a block from the methadone clinic as they are always loitering around the area where the clinic is located. I don”t agree with this but what can I do. I feel that it is a form of harrassment and intimidation, etc although I am sure that the cops view it as something entirely different. I was in the passenger’’s side looking out the window when I noticed the cop car beside us. He signaled at me for us to pull over so Jim pulls into the first available parking lot. He rolls down his window as the officer approaches but the officer signals for him to exit the truck so Jim gets out. Right away the cop puts the kuffs on him stating that he is arrested for driving while under suspension and drags him over to place Jim in the backseat of the cruiser. Now we had offered a friend of ours a ride but the moment the cop asked both him and I for our id, he booked it out of there. I started to get mine out when I realized that I had our bag of gear in my book bag as well as five dilaudids in my silver pill case. Oops.

I doubt that anyone that has just started reading my journal here would have gone back to all of my old entries but you may want to check out this entry and also this one cause it will give you the necessary background info why it is very bad for moi to be pulled over with anything suspect on my person! My trial isn”t until the end of June as I am challenging the search of my vehicle stating that my civil rights were violated and my lawyer thinks that I have a really good chance of beating it cause of a lot of stuff that the arresting officer stated in his report after the fact. Not going to bore anyone here with the details but it kind of gives everyone a bit of background, etc concerning our truck.

So moving right along. The five pills I quickly swallowed. I have to admit that I was a tad concerned with how my body would end up reacting concerning I had just had 70mg of methadone not fifteen minutes earlier. The only thing that I had going for me is the fact that when taken orally, dilaudid has next to no effect on me. This is actually what ended up happening. Even though I swallowed 40mg of dilaudid, I barely flinched. Now my little bag filled with the other thirty five or so pills plus my bent spoon and some unused syringes was another thing altogether. Not to bright on my part for dragging all of that crap around with me as normally I wouldn”t have it with me but I didn”t want to leave it all at home unattended while I was at work. Jim will be the first to admit that he has no self control when he has that much readily available to him so for the four hours that I was away at work yesterday, I had left him two good hits already preloaded for him to entertain himself with until my return.

As our friend was bolting, I casually walked over to stand by a tree and dropped my bag in front of it so that it was out of sight of the officer. It was a good thing cause while Jim was waiting in the back of the cruiser, the cop came over to the truck and started poking around everywhere although he didn”t go near my book bag. He was being a right idiot also asking me what the screwdrivers that were floating around the truck were used for and what were the pack of ear plugs sitting in the glove box doing there. Excuse me? WTF? Whatever. I said that this was a working vehicle and that Jim used it for work. He told me to sit tight and that he would be done with Jim soon. Fine. So I sat in the passenger’’s seat chain smoking until he released Jim who ended up getting a ticket notifying him that his license was under suspension – no monetary fine for this – and one for not having his driver’’s license on his person – he had forgotten his wallet at home. Duh.

The cop should never have even kuffed him nor stated that he was under arrest because he was the one that was actually notifying him of his suspension. We obviously couldn”t drive the truck so we just left it there and jumped in a cab which was just as well. When we were pulling away in the cab, I noticed that the cop had moved his cruiser about a half a block away and was watching to see what we would do. Jim went back after dark to grab the truck and drive it home. Currently it is parked safely in its spot beside our house! I took the bus to methadone and work today!