Back from the depths of my own hell

I have survived the hurricane.  On Saturday August 27, we had all prepared for the hurricane we had coming.  As my care provider was getting me ready to withstand the storm, a stupid police officer rode by and stated that we were under a mandatory evacuation.  My street as listed but only part of the street was under evacuation according to the local news website.  I called the hurricane hot line the day before and asked about my address.  They said I was not in a mandatory evacuation area.  Now I have the police riding up and down my street!  I have no bags packed and I have no transport out.  My care provider is now worried for my safety.  I am ANGRY.  I want to stay.  I live with 2 others who have a say in such a situation.  My care provider returns to her home and calls 911 from there.  I get a call from the local health department telling me she had called.  The health department also tells me that I am NOT in an evacuation area.  I told them the police came riding up and down my street.  The health department then called the fire department to get me out.  I really thought I was better off staying.  But my roommates also had a say and they decided since the police came by and one wanted to go and one wanted to stay so we left.  We had to go to a local emergency shelter.  Though this shelter took pets I did not have time to pack my four legged children who hate cages anyway.  So now I am on my way to the shelter in a fire truck, without my motorized chair and worried to death about my animals.

At the shelter, you got a cot and if you were lucky, a pillow and blanket.  I brought my own pillow but it did not matter.  I could not get up and down off the cot and if I got help to get down, there would be no way for me to get up the three or four times a night I use the bathroom.  I had to stay up in my chair the whole night.  About 4 or 5 in the morning things were just painful.  To top it off they kept it cold in the shelter to prevent the spread of germs.  I went home via transit on Sunday.  I had stayed up in my chair for 26 or 27 hours.  When I was able to get out of my chair I slept for 15 hours!  This horrible misadventure will never happen again.  I will not evacuate unless I am really sure something is going to flood my home.  Then I will go to my family's home.  I can't get up and down there either but there are people to help.  If I ever end up homeless, I will happily let my crazy family drive me crazy if they will give me a roof over my head!  I am happy to be home!  And all four legged children are dry and accounted for.  Take Care