April 9, 2024

Part of me dislikes dumping the same complaints in my journals. At rec today I was doing some pull ups, like usual, to try to build up my back muscles around my injury a bit. I don't know that it includes the injured tissue because it doesn't whiplash when I do pull ups, but maybe it will help a little. My elbow, however, made its usual unpleasant noise and a new inmate was standing in the yard next to the pull up bar. He heard my elbow and said "I heard that. Crunchy. Like a Cheetoh." It has been this way for years with jail and prison medical staff pretending to be medical providers but not providing. The inmates comment might help you imagine the condition of my elbow. My back, though, is much worse.

​The mailroom continues to find excuses to deny my mail. It's easier to throw it away than to process it. Without legal help, there is nothing I can do. Writing inmate complaints is useless. Reason and sensibility are not available in the complaint review process. It almost all I have to share about my experiences in here. It is not what I enjoy writing about and I would say it is one of the greatest deterrents to writing because I tend toward things that are troubling me but then regret having just complained more.