Short version:
After in-patient chemo was finished I knew I had about 20 minutes door-to door before it made me sick. Driving backroads, above the speed limit, I round a blind corner. Motorcycle officer with the radar came out from behind the bush, signaled me over.
Standard "drivers license and registration. I think he was having a day morning. Says to me, "Eyes are a little blood shot sir. Late night or early morning, sir." i tried to answer, but the nausea was building. I swallowed. "Sir have you been drinking? You look drunk. Are you under the influence of any drugs at this time?" Many more questions followed. When he finally gave me a moment to speak, it was too late. I threw up through the window, towards him as he did the "2 footed bunny-hop- shuffle- backwards." Barely missed those big boots.
Now my mind and stomach was clearer and he was in shock. I produced my appointment slip and he waved me on in disgust. No ticket!