November 14, 2023

About 10:05 I get called to HSU. I was wrong. Worley, today, explains I saw Stockstone the other day, and Lee the day after that. I was mistaken about Stockstone's name. She hears me out and also says that I will be contacted for lab work to try to determine inflammation. She also says she will follow up with the doctor. She offers no reply to my question about why no one will look at my medical records. If you can afford it, inmates were allowed to order Pizza Hut pizzas from the local restaurant. The guys are in good spirits. I won't spend funds on that, but it is nice for inmates and the local business. Buffalo wings too! Laying on my left side and sitting up is sharp pain fire alarm. Pushing out my sternum arcs my thoracic spine and does the same thing. Serious pain alarm. I hold my breath and let out little gasps as my body reflexively tries to steady my rib cage. Ugh! I am definitely skipping my physical therapy exercises right now. As much as I hate to be forced to deal with divisive self-centered bullies, the system bothering to warehouse them holds a value to society as a whole.

Back from HSU, I listen to a new inmate "teach" another inmate his methods. "Soft" is powder cocaine not "salted" or cooked into crack. He describes his perfect ratio because it excites while increasing the libido and women "gush" and keep coming back for more. Also, the girls then give themselves freely and there is endless bragging to the simple and easy advantage that some acid and fertilizer yield together. Keep your kids away from these sorts of people. They are just as predatory as... large pharmaceutical companies and opioids. You should also keep your kids away from those. I guess, the reality is, now there is an entire new group of guys now taught his "successful" method. And they will be out soon enough. They already relish the bragging rights their teacher showers upon them. Who would be upset if I mention Adam and Eve right now? Do not bite the apple! The knowledge will result in your downfall! It does not make a better life. It will be your ruin. 

Right before lunch my neighbor, Joe, asks if I am "getting it together" (getting my body together; working out) because he can hear me grunting and gasping in my cell. I suppose I need to try to be quieter about hurting. Really, I was doing good to avoid these more severe spasms when I wasn't doing the physical therapy but I have no way to know if this is change for the better and the growing pains that accompany or if it is "lost cause" suffering.

​About 3:10pm, the guy who is making an issue about the phone and I both get let out for using the phone at the same time so I step into the room he is assigned and ask if he wants to come to an agreement or if it is going to be a game of who gets to it first. He says he is going to talk to someone and refuses any sort of agreement. I doubt he has the integrity to honor an agreement without swearing in front of a valid witness anyway. I essentially communicate that if I beat him to the phone, that I will make one call and move along. That isn't good enough for him. By 6:42pm someone is walking down the hall complaining that "he's outta here so he wants someone else to catch tickets," and specifically names that stocky guy. Maybe he is trying to recruit someone to get into it with me, but he must be looking to transfer out of here. Not everyone wants to be a childish bully or take foolish risks for someone else's phone games. At least, I don't know that he is in any other sort of action that would necessitate the risk of catching tickets.