Driving in Louisiana can always be an adventure. One night, I was driving home from work.  Just before, I had just caught dinner with a friend.  After dinner, I drove across the 26-mile bridge and all was fine.  I took the first exit off the bridge and waited.

I was talking to a co-worker getting off the bridge.  Business stuff, but I did not speed or sway between lanes. 

BOOM!!!  Not that hard, but a car hit me from behind.  I am cold sober and go to a nearby gas station.  The woman apologized and we called the police.  The police showed up and began taking facts, figures and all such needed information. The police determined the accident was her fault.   I was just standing beside my car.  The driver did a field sobriety test on the woman who hit me.  She passed the test and was dismissed.

My MS was not full problem, but my walking was getting poor.  I could not walk a straight line.   I failed again.  The officer called headquarters.  I told him I had MS, but the officer did not care or did not know.  I told him the drugs I was on (avonex) and he looked lost.  He was a policeman not a nurse.  He told me a senior officer was reroute.

I was in trouble for nothing and was sweating bullets.  The higher-ranking officer arrived and we had the same conversation.  He did not seem to believe my condition.  He asked if anyone could verify my condition and medications.  “My wife is a nurse and knows everything.”  We called home and she confirmed everything.  The senior officer spoke to my wife and nodded several times.

“You can go,” he said to me.

Thank goodness. I drove home and had a crying thought.  My wife could have really done bad things at the moment of the phone call.  If she had said, “Again?  Is he looking drunk?  Walking poorly?  What is he doing driving?”   Any of these would have sent me to jail.  

But no.  My wife responded appropriately and truthfully.   I drove home safely.  

Thank goodness

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