Paranoia + Stupidity + Pharmacutical Abuse = Plain Nutz!!!

Pre info: Barry had somehow hornswaggled a Dr. up north (who will remain nameless) to prescribe a pain killer that is instantly addicting and only given to terminal patients, in addition to getting other Dr.s to give him muscle relaxers, and other stuff. Barry was abusing all this stuff.
Now, here are two good pointers as to how he lies by omission. First, the Dr. that was prescribing him the pain killer did not know that the other Dr. was prescribing the Muscle relaxers. If either Dr. knew about the other and what they were prescribing, Barry would have been made to choose which one he wanted because the two of them did not go together. Second, if you asked Barry he would say "I'm only supposed to take 4 a day," and the "twisted evidence" showed that. However, what he omitted was that he was taking 4 a day of each all at once! And he was mixing the medications, which he was not supposed to do. Oh, and by the way, just about every prescription he had filled was missing 5 to 10 tablets. I've been counting mine for nearly 30 years now and only once did one ever come up short and that was by 1. Before I had a chance to call the Pharmacy, they called me and told me about it. The short on pills thing with him continues to this day.

OK, here's about the subject of this Post...,
Nearly 20 years ago now. Two years after my Mother called me and pleaded with me to "Get Him Out of My House." I finally got him out of the house. "How," you ask? Well Barry did it Himself...
Backup about a month::: My Mother was away, so I came up from Tampa to stay there at her urging. It was a cold January and I was in the Garage tinkering with my favorite toys - Lighted Christmas Decorations of Ole. The clear Windowed Garage door was down. Barry was going through getting disability and was convinced people were watching him. At the time Barry didn't have the house down the cross street from my Mother. But, so you know, Mother's house sits at the top center of a giant "T" The vertical bar ends in a cul de sac. If you miss the stop sign, you'll run right up her driveway...Anyhow, Barry was sticking his head up to look out the window and suddenly dropping down below the window. He did that 3 or 4 times till I asked him what was going on.  He insisted that someone was down the street, in the center of the driveway with a camera looking at the house. So I said, "I'll Bite" with a grin and took a look. There was nobody there. The nearest bush the person could hide behind was at least 20 feet to the side and 10 feet behind the person. So I ducked and Barry looked, I popped up and Barry said he just jumped into the bushes from the center of the driveway. Excuse me, the person would still be in mid-flight if he was in the center of the driveway nearly 25 feet from any cover in the tenth of a second it took me to focus. Barry Insisted. Here's the really funny part. Barry goes outside with a 4 legged cane and limp-ing-ly parades back and forth in front of Mother's house, moaning (like the little guy on the old TV program Laugh In), for just under an hour. Then, promptly at 17:00 comes back in, puts the cane away, grabs his keys, and bounds effortlessly into his car and drives off as if someone taping him stops working at 17:00! Oh, His car was actually Mom's old car at the time. It was originally Gray, but had been waxed and buffed by Barry to the point that it was down to bare metal in most places.

Two weeks later, and my Mother failing to believe me; I stayed for the weekend. My Niece (Barry's Daughter) wakes me up at 06:30 Monday pleading with me to take her to school. I do because I love the child. Just as we are leaving Barry is up and running around in circle screaming that he has a cramp and needs to go to the Hospital, "I need a shot of Toroidal," he exclaims. His daughter just say's "come on, he'll be asleep when you get back" and pulls me out the door. J*** was right. when I got home from dropping her off at school, he was sound asleep. Then the phone rings and it was J*** saying she forgot something important and wanting me to bring it to her, so I do... When I come back to Mom's, I can hear all this yelling and screaming going on before I open the door. As I open the door I hear Barry say "You old Bitch, when I get off this floor I'm going to Kill you." Mom was in her Bedroom and Barry was on the Porch. Next thing Barry is up and running circles again complaining about a leg cramp. [Here's where he did himself in] I didn't know what to do, so I call his Dr. and while I'm asking his Dr. what to do Barry picks up an extension phone and starts yelling and screaming at me that I am interfering in his life. The Dr. clams him down and tells him to hang up. Barry complies and as the Dr. is telling me what to do for him, Barry comes over and say's quietly "I have my gun and when you hang up you are dead." The Dr. Heard It!!! I told the Dr. it's OK he's really a Pussy, all talk and no action. The Dr. Chuckled and told me to take him to the nearest emergency room and asked which it was going to be. I told him, and then Barry shouted "You better watch it Bitch or I'll kill you next." The Dr., hearing that,  immediately told me to take him to the emergency room and go to a phone where I could talk to him in private. I got to the emergency room and they took him straight in. Apparently the Dr. called ahead. Apparently the Dr. had already called ahead. They told me to go home (It was all of 5 minutes to get back). So I did and called the Dr. We talked for a moment and I said "Dr. Please help my Brother." He responded with "Go back to the Hospital." I went back to the hospital to checked on Barry. They brought me back straight away. The Guard/Nurse told me he was a bit tense. When they opened the door and I stepped in, there was someone in a white coat standing next to me and holding the door. Barry saw me and immediately said "You little Bastard, you did this to me." The Man in the white coat swept his arm across the front of me and guided me out of the room as he closed the door behind him. It took me a moment to process all I had seen, but Barry was shackled. I was left in the hall, looking at two glass doors leading to the outside. I saw Barry being led to a Police Cruiser. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me away. I asked, "Did you really have to do that to him?" They responded, "Yes, the way he's acting, it's for his own good." They took me to a Nurses Station where I signed papers that stated that "I Believed that he would NOT do Bodily Harm to either My Mother or to Me." [I question that decision now. If only it had said "I believed he would not do Mental Harm..."]

I really had no idea what was going on, and when asked where they were taking him, the response was that his Dr. ordered them to take him to the crises center. Then they shooed me out. In the waiting room, as I was leaving, a nurse approached me and asked why they were taking him to the crises center when that hospital had a great psychiatric center. I just shrugged my shoulders and told her I have no idea why his Dr. wants him to go there.