"Because the seeds you sow and the crops you reap. Do not curse Dad for the punishment you inflict upon yourself."—Orange Catholic Bible (from "Dune: House Harkennen" by Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson)

04-11-14

Dear Readers,

Howdy! Well, Spring has finally arrived, even thought we still have some cold nights. The daffodils have come and gone, and so have the beautiful blooms on the ornamental pear trees. I am so very grateful that this place has plants and trees, unlike most prisons.

Well, there's an inspection scheduled by the American Correctional Association at the end of this month, and the Assistant Warden has been totally insane. She came in our cell and inspected everything on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday of last week, and almost came in on Monday and Tuesday. But I had just gotten out of the shower and was doing my apres shower routine, so she shut the door and left. The Saturday inspection was ridiculous. We're supposed to be "inspection ready" Mon-Fri, not Saturday. Plus, the ACA doesn't even care about the petty BS she's been harping on about. This woman seriously needs to find something better to do.

I saw the PA about the lump in my chest the past two Mondays and am finally scheduled to see the doctor for the first time today (he's new). They're supposed to send me to the FMC (medical center) next door to see a surgeon about it, but I htink that they should try to drain it here. It burst yesterday and lots of junk and fluid came out, but not enough. It's still there. Now I'm almost certain that it's just an infection.

I've kicked Cowboy to the curb. All he did was lie to me and use me for whatever he could get out of me. I'll put up with so muhc of that and keep giving people chances, but at some point, I'll break and that's it. No more.

In the meantime, I've moved on. One new guy "Hot Sauce" showed up a week or two ago and was joking around about how I was "his"—and I would've been if he weren't too terrified to be in a cell all alone with me. Then this week another guy "Boots" showed up. He's not at all afraid to be in a cell alone with me and he is HOT. My main concern is all the gossiping bitches who claim to be men who have already started talking. They drive guys away, and these Mexican dudes all sit in the hall right outside my cell.

The guy who was helping me with my legal stuff finished the notion he's working on for my case. I don't think he even gives it a 50-50 chance, but it's all I've git. I have to try. I want to retype it and correct his grammatical errors (not the best sign), and send it off. Yet another problem is that they're out of copy cards this week, so I'm on hold until they get more. Any prayers or good wishes that this notion works in my favor would be greatly appreciated.

Love and blessings,
Kelly