MY UNCLE DAVE PT 2

**UPDATE ON UNCLE DAVE**
(The Actual Police Report)

https://www.facebook.com/WadeMagersLincolnCountySheriff/posts/1135352076599042?pnref=story

Lincoln County Sheriff's Office, Sheriff Wade Magers

February 15, 2018 at 1:10 PM · 

***NEWS RELEASE***

On February 14, 2018 at approximately 08:10 p.m. hours the Lincoln County Dispatch Center received a 911 call from a Wilbur resident located on Cliff Street. The reporting party advised dispatch that a male subject had entered their residence and was talking gibberish and assaulting the occupants.

The occupants were actively defending themselves and fighting with the male subject who was punching, grabbing, and pushing the homeowners and other visitors. After an extended struggle a firearm was pointed at the suspect and he fled the residence.

Sheriff Wade Magers and Deputy Luke Mallon arrived on scene and located the suspect approximately 1 block east of the residence, he was observed to be yelling, swinging his arms and walking around incoherently. The subject was rolling on the ground and attempting to avoid arrest and continued to yell for several minutes. The subject was bleeding significantly from the prior altercation and self-inflicted injuries from the ground.

The subject was taken into custody and Wilbur ambulance personnel checked out the home owners and suspect who was then transported to the Lincoln County Jail. Numerous Deputies and W.S.P. officers were involved in the case.

The subject has been determined to have significant mental health issues and his delusional behavior continued at the jail for over 12 hours. Correction and Road deputies had exposure to the suspect’s blood that was profusely spread throughout the patrol car, equipment, jail cells and clothing. As a result decontamination and medical treatment was provided to employees.

As of this afternoon many resources to include mental health professionals and medical professionals are attempting to locate proper resources and assistance for this unfortunate circumstance.

The victims did an outstanding job, dispatchers, jailers and deputies and support staff spent countless hours on this case and it continues to be fluid at the time of this press release.

MY UNCLE DAVE PT 1

On Valentines day, my cousins house was broken into, and my 70 year old cousin had the life nearly beaten out of him. He didnt want to worry anyone, so he ignored what turned out to be broken ribs and a bleed on the brain. He developed pneumonia because of the pain of breathing, and was admitted to the local hospital. That night he had a heart attack, and the CPR deadened 1/4 of his heart and exacerbated the brain bleed to the point of near brain death. At this point the Dr's are taking it hour by hour, and we're praying that all 6 of his kids get in from around the country to say their final words. Please pray for my cousin Dave. Thank you!!

Last Monday was our 9th... something-aversary and it was also one of the worst fights we've ever had. If I believe even 1% of what he said I should just off myself right now because I'm a worthless POS. We haven't spoken a word in an entire week, and today at his lunch he sends me a text. He asked me if I was leaving him, because in his dream he saw me take a shower and pack my stuff with a red headed man from Scotland.
I don't even know how hard I should laugh at this text, other than saying I really wish I knew a red-headed man from Scotland that I could borrow just to F with his head. Is that heartless of me? Lol
(please don't worry about me, I have a sense of humor and I've learned what he's really mad at is not me, so I don't believe any of it.)

Biopsies suck, Cancer sucks

So today was fun. NOT!!! My mom had to fight the traffic that is the "U-District" short for University District, for UW, short for University of Washington- not to be confused with Washington State University across the mountains, but i digress. Think  bunch of college kids, skateboards, segues, and cars bought by parents just happy that the kid graduated high school and is moving out. Darting in and out of traffic, in an area of the city neither of us knows very well....

Let me start over. Today was biopsy day, and my mom volunteered to take me because the clinic is an hours drive and she knows i need to be medicated for these biopsies and besides- she's my mom and wants to be there for me. GPS got us a little lost, but we figured it out. She dropped me off as close to the door as possible, it hurts to walk! But im pretty sure her cute little car could have fit in the elevator if we wanted it to! Haha!!

Got checked in, did the whole "you need to lose weight" talk, and up on the table i go. Can we take out the IUD? PLEASE?? She would rather not, until im ready to have children. Well, im ready to stop having infections, thank you. Im not sexually active, much to mikes chagrin, but thats not for this entry. So, im up on the table, scootched to the very end and here come those damn biopsy scissors. On the positive side, she still has to use the "teenage" speculum because yours truly is a wee bit tight down there. High five?  "You may feel a small pinch" You may feel a size 10 kick upside your head! Then comes the 8 inch Q-tips and her fingers pushing around "down there" which may be more for her than me, really- who knows? Then...the scissors. It's at this point my mom stops watching and distracts me- focus on mom, focus on mom, focus on DAMN SCISSORS!!!!! Yes, it feels like i have just sat on a pair of open scissors. We can pretend to put a man on the moon, we cant fix this?? Breathe...breathe...breathe...all done! You can now scootch back up the table. Well, thank you, i suppose.

She didnt see anything out of the ordinary (like what?? Tentacles? Testicles? But just because she didnt see doesn't mean we're in the clear. Still have to send off to pathology. Those people must LOVE their job, for serious.  We'll have the results in a few days and she'll give me a call.

Thats one thing i love about UW and Dr R- she calls me. Not an assistant, or some random nurse just reading numbers off a chart. Dr R calls me and doesn't hang up until all my questions and concerns are taken care of.

So i got re-dressed and we headed back down to the car. Sadly my knees hurt more than my scissor attack, so my mom decided to take me for dinner. Fighting traffic for 2 hours brought us back to Lake Tapps, where my dad met us for dinner! I miss my dad; his work schedule and my anti-socialness make for rare meetings. It was a bit awkward at dinner, because  even though my dad knows where babies come from, its not a subject we've talked openly about. so we stuck to things like weather, seahawks, and family members. Not a bad end to the day, really.

Daddy and daughter have something in common!

 Apparently the best way to get a guy to stop jacking it to YouTube, is to show him his own daughter has a YouTube following and wondering out loud how many 5-finger goo flingers are watching her.

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