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Thanks for the A2ASo this dumbass kid, all cocky and full of himself is doing Base Entry Point Control Checks with his dog at a back gate in the middle of the night. A car pulls up to the gate and stops just shy, sits there for a few minutes and then turns around and peels out driving like a bat of hell off base.Now, this base had a good two miles or so of property that is beyond the gate that is legally under base jurisdiction so TECHNICALLY these people were already on base and just evaded aggressively the check, so there is TECHNICALLY probable cause of jump in and pursue them, which is what this cocky dumbass kid does.About a mile down the road, out of sight of the gate the car pulls over and sit there refusing to acknowledge the kids orders over the PA to turn off the engine, so the kid goes full gung-ho-cop, draws his weapon and tells his brand new Airman one-striper to “back him up” and runs up like a cowboy to order the driver to turn off the car. WAY out of regulations and frankly all common sense. Because again this kid is real dumbass and thinks his shit don’t stink.Meanwhile the Airman one-striper is back freaking out on the radio causing EVERYBODY to freak out and come rushing out to help, meantime cowboy had figured out that the folks he pulled over were SUPER LOST, totally innocent and scared as fuck. He calls off the cavalry, checks the driver’s license and gives directions back to where they wanted to be.When Cocky Kid gets back to the gate his boss is there and he is pissed. Indeed, his boss’s boss is pissed and young cowboy has to go and have a little chat with Squadron Executive Officer who delivers one of the most stellar ass-chewings I’ve ever witnessed, where he not only lets the young cowboy know what he did was incredibly stupid and sets the wrong example for the young one-striper but is even worse because the young cowboy damn well knew better and should be ashamed of himself.If these had been real bad guys, he would’ve gotten both of them killed. When the dumbass kid left the office he was actually chastened and ashamed and learned something from the experience.And I never did anything dumb like that again.

In 2013, at 26 years old, I was arrested and sent to Steuben County Jail in NYS. I was arrested after making the dumb mistake of driving without a driver's license, and telling the officer that I didn't have my license ON me, and gave him my sister's name and birth date. I was charged with misdemeanor probation violation with the original charge being criminal impersonation and was in jail waiting to go to court. I had never been in any legal trouble before I made the abominably stupid idea to try to trick the officer out of giving me a ticket for driving without a license.About 4 weeks into my incarceration I began getting severe headaches. It got so bad that I put in a request to go to Medical and see the jail’s Physician Assistant. After seeing her for the first time and describing pain that I felt in my nose that spread to the top of my head, I was told that I was suffering from a sinus infection. I accepted that as a plausible explication, and took the antibiotics that were prescribed to me.A week went by and the pain was getting worse, not better. I again requested to go to Medical, and was again seen by the PA. I told her the pain was getting severe, that it had spread to the side of my face and the back/side of my neck, and asked to be taken to the hospital. The PA told me that she was not sending me to the hospital, that hospital visits were only reserved for emergencies, and she had concluded I had an impacted tooth.A day went by and I was in complete agony. I was unable to move my head even the slightest bit without feeling as if my entire head would explode. The pain was so bad that I couldn't eat, sleep, and basically laid on my bunk sobbing. I begged every CO on shift to help me. Different sergeants were called in to talk to me and I'd beg them to send me to the hospital, but was always refused.At about 9 days after my headaches began I developed double vision. I told the nurse that was handing out meds that I had constant double vision. I remember telling her, “There's two of you.” I was instructed to put in a slip to request to go to medical. A few hours after the double vision began I was talking to another inmate when she went, “Oh my god, your eyes… they've shifted.” I went into my cell and looked into the mirror, and was horrified to see that I had gone cross-eyed.I had been calling my mom every day telling her that I knew something was very wrong with me. After seeing that I had gone cross eyed I called my mom, hysterically told her I was cross eyed, and asked her to call the jail and see if she could persuade them to take me to the hospital. Everyone my mom called and spoke to on the phone or talked to in person at the jail would assure her that I was getting adequate medical care.I requested to speak with a sergeant, and after about an hour one showed up to talk to me. I showed him my eyes, told him my vision was doubled, told him I was in the worst pain of my life, and pleaded with him to send me to the hospital. I told him that I knew something was seriously wrong, that I knew if I wasn't treated soon I would die. To which he said, “I didn't know that you're a doctor! Go back to your cell, you can go to Medical in the morning.”The next morning, after about my 10th sleepless, agonizing night, I descovered I could no longer walk properly. Instead of my normal stride I was now walking with small shuffled steps. I felt very unbalanced, like everything was spinning. I was on a 2nd story tier, and it was nearly impossible for me to get down the stairs. I was again sent to medical, and this time I was told that I was NOT going to the hospital, to stop bothering the COs and sergeants, and that all this was, “Your own fault for taking other inmates medication.”I was completely stunned, and adamantly denied that I had taken anyone else's medication. The PA said that I must have, that it was the only explanation for my eyes going cross, and that it was obviously a drug reaction. I cried and told her it wasn't true, that it was something neurological, and begged to go to the hospital. I told her that I was positive I was going to die, begged her to save me. Cold as ice, she called in the CO and said, “Take her back to her cell. Tell everyone to stop bringing her here. She's wasting my time.”I felt absolutely helpless. I was sure that I was gravely ill and that the jail administration was just going to let me die in my cell, alone and scared, in complete agony. I was moved to the ground floor as a safety precaution, and laid on my bunk basically waiting to either become unconscious or die. The other inmates became involved, told staff they HAD to help me, but were met with deaf ears.About two hours later I remember adjusting my head, and I immediately felt a pain in my head and neck that caused me to start screaming uncontrollably. It felt like my brain was too big for my head, like my head would explode. The sergeant on duty was called, and when he came to my cell I recalled saying, “Please, you have to help me, I'm a human being, I'm only 26 years old, please don't let me die.” I was overwhelmed with joy and gratitude when he replied, “Okay, get your shoes on, we'll get you checked out.” I sobbed uncontrollably, and just kept thanking him.He had to keep his arm around me to help me walk up the hall. We got to the end of the hall and he stopped to open a side door and led me in. We entered a room with a desk, two cells, and a shower. He opened the cell door to one of the cells and set me down on a wood bench. He left, shutting the door behind him. I asked him, “When am I going to the hospital?” to which he replied, “ You're not. We can't have you screaming like that, bothering everyone on the unit. You are staying in Constant Watch until you can grow up.”I was absolutely devestated. I was being held in the cells they usually use to watch people who are suicidal. I was put in the cell, the desk was moved right in front of it, and a guard was placed at the desk to watch me. Why he told me I was going to go to the hospital I don't know. I've never felt more let down in my entire life.That whole night I laid in that cell sobbing. I remember singing songs to try to distract myself from the pain. I screamed a lot. I begged the guard to help me, but didn't even get a response, she just sat at her desk ignoring me. I started vomiting uncontrollably, which made the pain in my head and neck even worse. That was the worst night of my entire life.In the morning the PA came in along with a sergeant. I told her that I couldn't walk, couldn't see, and was in the worst pain of my life. I again, for the hundredth time, begged and pleaded to go to the hospital. I again reminded them that I'm a human being, that I would soon be dead. She looked at me for a minute, then said, “take her back to her cell. All this is her own fault.”I began crying and screaming, feeling like the torture and pain I was enduring didn't matter to them, that to them I was just a criminal, lower than a dog. The sergeant says to me, “it's obvious that you can't be in that much pain if you're screaming. I couldn't scream like that if my head hurt.”I continued to scream and cry. A different sergeant came in to talk to me. I said to her, “please, I'm dying, please take me to the hospital.” She stood there for a minute, then said the greatest sentence of my life, “okay, we'll get you looked at.”At the hospital I was given an MRI and CAT scan that showed nothing. Then I was given a spinal tap. The doctor told me that my spinal fluid shot out like a geyser. Tests confirmed I had Fungal Spinal Meningitis. I was told if the jail waited even 12 hours longer I would have most certainly died.My mother was able to get my judge to release me on my own recognizance so that my family could be with me while I recovered, and so I didn't have to be chained to my hospital bed being guarded by a Correctional Officer. After 10 spinal taps to get the pressure off my brain and spinal cord, and lots of heavy duty pain and anti fungal meds I did recover. I had double vision for a long time, along with trouble walking, but I did make a full recovery eventually. However, I will never recover mentally from my 11 days of hell.I lost faith in humanity after that. All these people working at the jail stood by and let me suffer. I was tortured. Trained medical staff did nothing to help, even when it was completely obvious that something was seriously wrong with me. In their eyes I was just a good for nothing criminal. I broke the law, so I deserved what I was getting.A few months later I decided I wanted to sue the jail. It is every prisoner’s right to get adequate medical care. My human rights were violated, I wanted them to pay. Well come to find out, NYS gives you 90 days to file a lawsuit against the county, something I was unaware of. I couldn't even sue.I am still plagued with horrible claustrophobia, PTSD, and nightmares. I am traumatized and don't know if I will ever fully recover.Thanks for reading. I apologize for the length and many grammatical errors!EditI'd like to thank everyone that took the time to read this, commented, and upvoted. Words cannot describe how much it means to me.I'd also like to add that not only was this traumatic for me, but my mom as well. She had seen me at a visit cross eyed and shuffling. Everyday she talked to me on the phone, heard my sobs, and me telling her I was dying. We have talked of this incident extensively, and to hear it from her point of view, a mother helpless to help her child, her child that was slowly and painfully dying in jail, while she was powerless to help, is heartbreaking.My mom called every person she could think to call, would show up at the jail, and beg them to take me to the hospital, to help her daughter. She even showed up at my judges door step in tears begging for help. My poor mom did every thing she could do, to no avail. I just wanted to add that not only did this affect me in a horrible way, but also the people who love me. The staff at the jail simply didn't care.Thank you, bless you all!

In Denmark, it would be quite significant.For one time offences, these are the penalties:0,5 to 1,2 promille: conditional license suspension and a fine of a single montly salary per promille. Also a 12 hour trainig you have to pay yourself If you want to keep your license.Under two promille, unconditional supension of your license for at least three years, or two if you get an alcohol-lock. The same fine, and the training. You also have to retake your theory and driving test.Over two, you lose your license for three years, and you can either drive two years with alcohollock or two more years without a license. There is a conditonal jail penalty of 20 days. Also the same monthly salary fine and they can Take your car.If you do it again, the conditonal penalties become real penalties, and the rest will be higher. So if you get caught three times, you can sort of expect high fines, confisquation of your car and losing your license for a long time.Tl;dr. Don’t do it!From Wikipedia:Som en ledetråd for, hvor meget alkohol man har i blodet, anvender politiet resultatet fra et alkometer (udåndings-test), mens den endelige promille måles ud fra en blodprøve. Politiet har dog i 2011-2012 haft forsøg med bevis-alkometre, hvor det er udåndingsprøven, der er den juridisk gyldige. Politiet har dog standset disse forsøg, idet der var tvivl om bevisalkometrenes nøjagtighed.[Kilde mangler]Spirituskørsel med en promille fra 0,51 til 1,20 straffes med en betinget frakendelse af kørekortet samt en bøde på en nettomånedsløn ganget med promillen.[1] For at kunne beholde førerretten skal man gennemføre et ANT (Alkohol, Narko og Trafik)-kursus, som varer 12 timer (4 lektioner á 3 timer) og koster kr. 3.200,-.[1]Har promillen været mellem 1,21 og 2,00 frakendes kørekortet ubetinget i mindst tre år.[1] Dog kan frakendelsestiden forkortes med et år, hvis man vælger at køre med alkolås i to år.[1] Bøden er en nettomånedsløn ganget med promillen.[1] Når frakendelsestiden er udløbet, skal man for at kunne generhverve førerretten gennemføre et ANT-kursus som nævnt ovenfor samt bestå en kontrollerende teori- og køreprøve.[1]Hvis promillen har været 2,01 eller derover, frakendes kørekortet ubetinget i mindst tre år.[1] Straffen er desuden 20 dages betinget fængsel, en bøde på størrelse med en nettomånedsløn samt at bilen kan blive konfiskeret.[1] Efter tre år kan man vælge enten at køre med alkolås i to år, eller vente yderligere to år med at generhveve førerretten.[1] For at generhverve førerretten skal man under alle omstændigheder gennemføre et ANT-kursus samt en kontrollerende teori- og køreprøve.[1]Selv om ens promille er under 0,5, kan man alligevel blive straffet for spirituskørsel hvis politiet vurderer, at man er ude af stand til at køre på betryggende måde.[1]Der er en gentagelsesvirkning, som indebærer, at hvis man bliver taget igen for spirituskørsel indenfor 5 år efter udløbet af frakendelsestiden, bliver straffen og sanktionen strengere.