What else could be wrong?
I wake up with body aches inflicted by my metal bunk that feels to have become one with my paper than matress. I cannot say I rolled over, because one roll and I will hit the concrete floor, so I sit up.
Immediately a sharp pain dances around my right ankle reminding me ofthe fracture I suffered two months ago on the basketball court.
Unfortunately, it is healing improperly. The xray identifying the fracture came 7 weeks later. The prison doctorgave me some generic Ibuprofen that may damage my liver and cuase bleeding in my stomach. The doctor told me don't worry it will heal on its own, but I wonder why after two months it is still swollen? by th way, my mother is fightinh for her life, stage four throat cancer is threating to make my worst nightmare a reality.
"I can't lose my mom while lick in this cage, no funeral, no goodbye." For many years this was a horrifying dream, but now it is a conceivable reality. People v. Heard 82022) 83 Cal. App. 5th 608, gave me hope of an early release; so I filed a pro petition in the court to only have it rejectedfor unlauful reasons. A lawyer assured me I qualify under Heard, but require a $20000 retainer fee before we could even continue the conversation with very few book sales since 2020, and a family neck deep in debt, I got a batter chance at becoming President from my prison cell, before I could come up with $20000. I thought I had a young woman who would help me find some solace, but her demons have impaired her empathy, so she rather focus on boostering her self-esteem via social media, I hope she find a peace. When I joined a gang, they did not tell me aboutall this grief.
Now I been in prison for almost two decades, "What else could go wrong?"
by Perrie Thompson