I visit the dentist who says their x-ray indicated no cavities but there is some gum deterioration and a deposit in the back to indicate my teeth have not been (properly) cleaned in quite a while. He advises me to immediately submit a "yellow slip" to have my teeth cleaned because the waiting list is supposed to be at least a year. I struggled so much with that horrible diet and dental issues while at jail and now I am reassured that the damage is not only permanent but that any non-emergency dental care is at least a year away. The dentist at Kenosha said dental care would be available and the weasel led me right into the next dilatory system. My eyes so spent without sleep. My gums damaged to without proper care. Dental floss was the first thing I ordered here. Not having access to proper and responsive care upsets me greatly. I will do my best to mitigate the damage until I get some.
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I see optometrist Schneider for my eye exam today. She too is not happy about the guards making me throw away my contact lenses. My vision is terrible and I am "borderline" for bifocals. So my crippled eyes don't do well with close or distant focus. Four to six weeks to get the ugly prison issue glasses.
More than three years so far. How much I have missed and how much their mother has done to extricate me from their lives; all three of my kids. I am coming home.
"Training Day," so we get bologna sandwiches for lunch and dinner.
I don't like being called to appointments. I do not trust my cellie and suspect he has gone through my paperwork in my absence. I am especially concerned because I have written letters to family about my case and about personal things that I cannot mail out of a lack of supplies. Even more frustrating, someone was good to try to order me supplies but the order was rejected because I am in "reception" status. Also, I cross paths with people that want news about me or my case. A guy named Justin bothered to cross the hallway and walk along with me for a minute just to try to ask me about stuff. I really feel like my best place is in my cell to both protect my own information and to avoid being confronted by other people.
Today I go see Nurse Practitioner (Doubeck?) who does the initial medical screening. I complain about my back, elbow, heel, headache, shoulder, and hip. Of all my various aches and pains and the questionable noises my body now makes he says I am "healthy" and directs me to submit a medical "blue slip" for further concerns. When I contend not being provided treatment for my back injury he assures me treatment will be made available at whatever institution to which I get sent to after I am done with reception here at Dodge. He does assure me that trigger point injections are a medical treatment that is made available. I got to talk to my daughter! I cried. It has been more than three years. You cannot imagine.
About 2:30pm we get let out to use the phone. Phone calls are about 15 minutes long. Fifty cells, each with two inmates is one hundred inmates. Four phones in constant use of fifteen minute calls should be six and a quarter hours to rotate through the phones. Apparently one of the inmates lied to a guard to get to use the phone sooner and a supervisor, "Redbeard," comes through to threaten everyone about being disruptive. When I try to ask him about being punished for other inmates behavior he accuses me of knowing that it wasn't supposed to by [sic] my turn to use the phone. I am like "No, it has been more than seven hours since I last used the phone" to which he responds that we are not to expect to use the phone every day. Then, as he is walking away he had collected my cellie's request to be a "swamper" and rips it up saying that he just throws those requests away, anyway. Authority and power are so quickly telling of a persons character. Once the wrong type of people are given opportunities to be an authority, there are rarely examples of that being retracted, even when it is so painfully appropriate. As usual, the senseless contempt by which I am being treated provides no reformative or rehabilitative benefit. In a way it just makes things worse. The phones block you for fifteen minutes after you make a call. Now guys just linger at the phones pretending they cannot get ahold of anyone until the phone allows them a second call. The phones now move even slower while more wrongs still haven't made anything right.
Recreation is only available when there is enough staff to allow it. Today there is rec and the pull-up bar quickly reminds me of how junk my elbow really is. The guards also clear the guy out of cell one this morning and then get a bunch of biohazard bags and protective equipment to remove his property. That is scary. It has to be something way worse than Covid. They don't sanitize the rest of the room before putting a different inmate in there. That can't be right. I get my phone call about 5:30pm today.
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