As I lay in the hospital bed staring at my mother letting the tears just roll down my cheek all I could wonder was why was my husband in jail? As any wife would, I went through my head just trying to find something that we had done that was so wrong. What had we done that was such a bad thing that resulted in him being in jail? Nothing came to mind because we have been living the right life. I still could not find my phone, but my mom did hand me my purse. Later on in this series you’ll find out the importance of me getting my purse in my hospital bed and where my phone was at. I remember at some point while in and out of consciousness on opiates I was frantically searching for my phone and could not find it.
I didn’t have much time with my mom alone before the Arkansas State Trooper walked in my hospital room. No one likes to see a big brimmed hat of an Arkansas State Trooper walk in, but when it’s a female state trooper and you’re a female in the hospital bed you know you’re in deep doo-doo. With my straight poker face on I was still racking my brain for what we had done that was illegal, and still nothing came up. Cringing in pain the state troopers started asking me many many questions.
The first thing I get questioned about is the meth and needles found in the car. Now I want you to know something, my mother was in the room as I’m getting questioned and she’s a Christian woman. The words I said in front of my Mama were very un-Christian like, but opiates kind of make you really blunt. I told that state trooper that was false and I knew it was false! That there was no fucking way they found needles and meth in the car! I remember I just kept yelling fuck no I know there was nothing in there. I even started demanding a urinalysis test right then and there! I looked directly at my mom and said give me that damn piss test! I know I’m clean!
My mom knew I was serious because of my repeated use of the forbidden F WORD! Never had I spoke like that in front of my mother. Not to mention, I could feel my right eyebrow raising which meant she knew I was beyond pissed. All I can say is thank goodness I was in so much pain I couldn’t move because I was livid!
I then start getting questioned about other items in our car by the Arkansas State Trooper. I keep telling this dumb broad that it wasn’t our car! It was my friend’s vehicle which belonged to his mother. The trooper explains to me that she found a marijuana pipe and an empty pill bottle in the back of the car. I calmly explain back to this dumb trooper that the woman’s car we were driving had stage 4 brain cancer so it was probably her’s. The only answer I can give this Trooper is I don’t know.
Finally the trooper exited my room. Never have I been so insulted! I had just mourned the loss of my family, and she had no regard for my emotions and no sympathy. I’m all jacked up on all kinds of opiates, and you’re asking me some crazy questions about a car crash that I was asleep in when it happened! Is this how you treat all your victims was what I was thinking.
So one would think things couldn’t possibly get worse right? Oh how wrong you are…