I was issued a second pillow by medical staff to help with back pain. Turns out, a second pillow doesn't really do anything to reduce or prevent muscle spasms. Like having a Charlie horse in your calf would go away because you are wearing two pairs of socks? Positioning is actually important, but usually I take a roll of tissue and stick it under the mattress pad where it elevates my right shoulder while I lay on my stomach. The position is peculiar to me because most muscle spasms occur as a result of asymmetrical lifting or movement. One time, I was mixing cookie dough with a bowl in my left hand and wooden spoon in my right. That knife wound pain of a Charlie horse laid me down on the living room floor. Yes, cookie dough can defeat me. Shh! Don't tell anyone. I have to pretend to be tough as nails while I am in prison.
The interaction in here is so minimal I can see why the guys do whatever they can to control the access to the phones during rec. I guess, a few weeks ago, the stabbing that allegedly happened at Waupun was over phone access. The guys that were talking about stabbing me didn't bother following through. I have been to recreation, and out to get meals at the same time as them and they seem to agree we can "stay in our own lane." I never even saw any of them with an actual weapon but was reassured that weapons are easy to come by. One guy explained that the most impressive shank he saw was made by using the leg from a plastic chair. Shave it down on a metal corner and sharpen it on the concrete. I think I moved around enough growing up that I am resistant to bullying. Even in here, most threats are empty. On occasion it can get ugly. I heard they just found a guy in one of the max joints had a gun. One of the guys was yelling out of his cell about "some crazy white boy." That was not here at Boscobel, though. Over 25 letters is grounds for discipline here. It is probably a way lower number for bullets. If they are willing to twist a simple request for library books into solicitation, which is considered a major violation, then a gun is probably either just a rubber band gun for knocking over the cardboard rolls left over from tissue positioned on the other side of an otherwise very boring (and potentially illiterate) cell, or, it was a real gun and they are going to charge him with murder for every bullet the gun could hold, and conspiracy to commit murder because can be reloaded after it is used. They will also charge him with disrespecting an officer or staff member because had he actually shot the gun then they would have felt offended. And although none of those things actually happened to validate the charges, he will be found guilty anyway, because, well... just because "The DOC way." Oh, back to my second pillow, which, as it turns out, has an excellent use: First; take disposable earplugs and push them into the corners of sandwich bags, tie a knot, and tear it off. Now, earwax won't stick to them. Place them into your ears. Second; take both pillows and insert them into a t-shirt. Third; insert head between the pillows in a way that leaves your mouth and nose access to fresh air. I cannot silence this acoustic nightmare that constantly wakes me up, but this is as good an option as I have found so far. As long as my back will allow it, sleep! Not much, but real, actual sleep. Also, I discovered the tingle in my right heel has something to do with the tendon that runs along the bottom of my foot. When I stretch my hamstrings, to curl my toes at the same time creates an alarmingly sharp pain in my right foot while my left doesn't feel anything. Normally, I can stand with my legs straight and place my palms on the floor between my feet. Stretching is part of almost every day for me. Curling my toes while doing that hamstring stretch is something else, though. It hurts your toes a bit to do it on the concrete, but it targets whatever is wrong. Also, if you were reading this on the expectation that I might comment about how some people's heads are twice the reasonable proportion to their body, or that some people's hands are half the reasonable proportion to their body, and that I might suggest variations of what stretches I do for people like that, I won't be. People of certain disproportions I could not really advise about stuff like that. The poor souls who are afflicted with both of those disproportions are possibly too busy lying, framing innocent people for crimes they didn't commit, or perhaps sitting outside an elementary school somewhere looking to manufacture witnesses for fake testimony. I would imagine the perk to having tiny hands is when a judge is eager to play the part of prosecutor's puppet and welcomes himself to be fit for manipulation via the traditional insertion of the puppeteers hand through the bottom of the dummy. When a judge pretends to object to a prosecutor's behavior but then can't help grinning in satisfaction that he has found some trivial issue to build in the record to which he could point at to suggest his impartiality which does not actually exist, when does the smile become relevant? Any regular person witnessing the artifice could not trust the two of them at the same poker table. A proper investigation of what wrongs had occurred will fully account for all those that had a hand in what transpired. Yah, I went from stretches to a trial that was premised on stretching an imagination to secure a wrongful conviction. I don't plan this stuff out. I just write what is on my mind in the moment.
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