I was very manic and I made a huge fuss back of a thrift store in unloading (I also managed to spend a whole lot of money, even in a thrift store, which couldn't have been easy, ). I thought they hadn't given me a table I had bought . None of the unloaders spoke English and they were completely confused. I was yelling and the owner came out and yelled at me and them for a while and then called the police.

The police put the handcuffs on me sideways, which is very painful and left bruises and then kicked me once I was in the car. (They never do that on TV police shows I always point out now.) They took me to their pen inside the station. Luckily for me the mean cop went in the back and I made friends with the nice cop. He called out to the cop in the back to ask what they should charge me with and I don't know what it was.

While I was in the hospital maybe a month later my husband called the police and the nice guy said he would drop charges if I came to court and brought my hospital papers. Unfortunately he wasn't there and I had to plead guilty. The judge said he would give me a three-month suspended sentence if I stayed on meds and didn't make any more trouble.(It was all more than embarrassing once I was sane again.) I still don't know what I was charged with.

In the county where I live there are ninety mostly tiny municipalities. And they mostly have their own usually inept police force. I'm just afraid that they never bothered to remove the charge from my record. If it ever matters. Maybe I would find out what the charge was then.