Blog about diabetes

I am so very worn out and in such a miserable way. Today has been way too much for me, stress wise. Fist this morning, hubby was in a mood and we had a big long argument, that left me feeling miserable. Had finally gotten over and past that, and left to go to the podiatrist (I am diabetic and he takes care of my feet). Got behind an erratic driver: crossing the center line, then drift over and cross the line at the side of the road, and back and forth. Also his speed was erratic: up and down, as low as 50 mph and up to 75mph, never one steady speed, but all kinds of speeds. After following him a few miles, I decided I would pass him and get away from his unsafe driving. I started to pass, and his speed increased; at first I thought nothing of it, as he was (at that particular time) only going 50 in a 65 zone. But he kept going fast and faster, and I got scared and tried to “run for it”. I finally gave up at 85-90mph and backed off. The nutcase had flipped out on me and
was in road rage. WHAT A NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There was no place to pull off, except the side of the highway and I was afraid the guy might have a gun or something and as crazy as they are this close to St. Louis, I didn’t know if the guy wouldn’t try to kill me. (believe me, it has happened like that in the st. louis area). So for the next 15 miles, I have this crazed maniac in front of me. If I slowed down so did he (no matter how slow), if I tried to speed up, he would not let me around him. I got my cell phone out and called 911, the lady came on and I told her what all was happening and that we were on south bound Rt. 61 and also gave a reference of exactly where on rt. 61 we were. I gave her a description of his car: late model, white Buick, with several antennas on the back of it (like those wanna be cops), and gave her his license plate numbers. She said she would get the information to the local, county and state police. No cop ever showed
up. Over 15 minutes of this and no cop! The local police station would have been only a very few minutes away, if they had used sirens. And since we were traveling towards the local cop station, they should have been able to intersect with us. But no cop showed up at all. No local, no county, and no state. The state police have at least three cars that are at the state road maintenance headquarters that was closer to us than the local police station was. I finally got away from the guy when we came to where the road split and the one we were on went one way and Rt. 70 went another way. I could see the driver was watching me in his mirror to try to judge which way I was going to go. By then, he had slowed down and was holding me behind him with our speeds at about 30-35 mph (on a major highway). I acted like I was continuing on Rt. 61 like he was, but at the very last second (even though I was at that triangle part of the road where they split) I took a sharp swerve and took
off down Rt. 70. I called 911 again and told them he was no longer on south bound Rt. 61, but was now on east bound Rt. 40-61. She seemed as if she couldn’t have cared less. I am totaled out on exhaustion and maxed out on my nerves.