Part of me...a HUGE part...wants to eat emotionally today, screw the plan, screw healthy eating, phooey on all of it. Because I was assaulted last night by a big man tweaking out on PCP or something. we stopped at a Maverik and the dude was there with nothing on but a pair of shorts. They weren't letting him in, but he dashed in, after running out in traffic and gashing his arm wide open from elbow to wrist. Got himself a vitamin water, and I was getting behind the counter where I would be safe when he grabbed my dang ponytail! The others in the store were trying to talk him down, but he wasn't there.
In fact, I've never seen a human being act so non-human. Even a person in a fit of rage can speak in normal words. This guy was out of it, hollering and shouting gibberish syllables, bleeding, with nothing rational or thinking about him, and he had me by the hair. I tried to fight him, tried stepping back so I could smash down on his bare foot, tried to reach him in teh gut with my elbow. The others in the store were trying to calm him, but when he put his hands on my head, as if to try and snap my neck, Wylie charged at him and he let me go. Wylie tried sweeping his feet out from under him, but that only tripped him a little bit.
He got on the floor right away when the cops arrived and aimed their tazer at him. The paramedics looked me over, and I wrote down a statement for the police. So did Wylie. And we came home. I had to toss my jacket...it was covered with blood. We turned on the TV, talked about it a little bit, had a bite to eat, went to bed. And slept restlessly. Wylie not much at all. Me, awake in the middle of the night, thinking about how the guy was like a predator, like a wild animal, or a monster. Not like a human being.
So scary. And it wasn't until getting up this morning and thinking about going to work and life just continuing on, that I started crying. And I'm kind of a wreck. I want to eat cookies and brownies and potato chips.