“I'm trying to make some sense out of the phrase 'Everything happens for a reason,' and I think I've figured out what the reason is—to pissed me off.”
—Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie

10/05/16

Dear Readers,

Happy birthday to me. And no one to even acknowledge it. No one gives a damn when you're in prison. Maybe I'll get one late card this week, but I'm not holding my breath. 11 birthdays in prison so far.

Well, I last left off having moved into a new cell with a very rude cellie and being a virtual pariah thanks to psycho bitch Horwity.

So, we were there for a couple of weeks and Daniel, my cellie, moved to another cell. Alone at last! I hadn't been alone in well over a year. Unfortunately, much worse things were to come.

On Aug. 20th, two days after Daniel moved and only 2 weeks after I had last gotten out of the Hole, some Native (Indian) guy brought over another Indian who had just moved to our unit and they asked if the new guy could move in. I said that it was fine, just as long as he didn't have a problem that I'm gay. He said he didn't have a problem with it so he moved in.

Everything was going fine. In fact, this guy, Black Owl, even suggested "hooking up" and wanted a massage. Yet... the next day at 1 pm, he went to play pool (or whatever). He came back at 3pm and walked in the door and told me I had to get out of the cell. Huh? He said that he was in a gang and so he couldn't live with me. I reminded him that he asked me to move in and he knew I was gay when he did. He didn't care and kept wanting to fight. Fucking trash.

To shorten this as much as possible, I spoke with the counselor twice and let him know what was going on. He spoke with Black Owl and told him that since he was the one with the problem and had just moved in, then he needed to move out. Plus, being gay, there was no way I could easily move to another cell. B.O. replied that if he moved, then he would look like a "punk". WTF? I also spoke with 3 different COs (officers) an let them know what was going on. We had a shift change.

Well, as I predicted, I was assaulted. There was blood all over the unit. I was first taken to a local hospital, then by ambulance to another hospital in Oklahoma City to their trauma center. I ended up with a broken nose, a broke eye socket (again, with the sunken cheekbone), and a crushed sinus cavity.

To top it all off, these idiots wrote me a "shot" (an incident report) for "fighting." Typical. Fortunately, when I had my hearing two weeks later, the hearing officer has a brain and I was found "not guilty." And only then because the whole thing was on camera.

I also went to see two different doctors the same week as my hearing and they said that it appears that my eyesight is okay (at first I was seeing double), so they're not gonna do any surgery. Unfortunately, they also said that the damage to my face is "cosmetic", so they're not gonna do anything. Lovely.

So, now I sit here in the Hole waiting to be transferred. They didn't give a specific reason for the transfer, but I've been miserable here and very much want to go.

Have you ever heard the saying, "Be careful what you wish for"?

To be continued...

Love and blessings,
Kelly