By Amy Silverman
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I think she may be an android.
No newspaper tonight.
10/8: W.O.W. good today, but I missed my meds again. I'm told by a guard that they will call me later for missed meds.
I am in a foul mood. I haven't received my newspaper, no meds, and I'm tired of yelling, swearing, and loud T.V.
Tonight we order from the canteen. The frustrating thing for me is not being able to pick up the phone and solve problems quickly. I'm used to resolving problems as they arise. I'm at the mercy of the guards' moods.
4 p.m. [My boss] comes to visit. She informed me that she had to terminate me. She says, however, that she has a lot of respect for me and so do all of the people I work with. She says she told everyone that I had a family crisis that I had to deal with, and I wouldn't be coming back.
I'm sad about my job but maybe there is a reason or a lesson I need to get from this. Perhaps I need to be out of nursing. . . . I will see what business I can start at home. I've been thinking how I can destroy [my ex-husband] with lawsuits--not healthy for me. . . . I need a good shot of positive energy.
8 p.m. "Gorilla in the Mist" just came in and reminded me to order 12 Snickers for "Rastafarian."
9 p.m. Time for head count. They could count toes and have ten times the number of inmates.
10/9: Called to medical after I submitted two tank orders to have the times changed for my meds so I would not miss them due to W.O.W. class. Orders changed and I am to receive my meds tonight.
While in medical a nut from B tower was in tank with me. She went through the garbage and ate several half-eaten sandwiches. The guard saw her and told her we are having an outbreak of hepatitis here. She doesn't care.
10/10: Awakened for breakfast at 4 a.m. Read newspaper until we are called for W.O.W. Class very good this morning.
Learned one more trick that inmates use. When we get salad for dinner they save lettuce and potato skins, dry them out in their rooms, and roll them and smoke them.
New girl states she is Lickity Splits and Stud Muffins' Gay for a Day.
Suzie calls her attorney and finds out she will be out 10/21! We all celebrate.
7:30 p.m. Another head count. How in the world would they expect us to escape? Suzie is at church and I hope they will accept that explanation.
10/11: Lunch was disgusting.
My attorney here. So-so news. Hopeful about going home. We will plea bargain and I will go home. I'm going stir crazy.
Call mom: [My daughter] was here to visit but they refused her because she didn't have proof she was from Pinal County even though her driver's license says Apache Junction and the zip code. She has driven 65 miles one way; she talks to two supervisors but they all refuse her. . . . I'm furious.
10/12: Dolphin Lady and Baby Cakes have a big fight.
7 p.m. Julie came to room to talk. Told funny story. Her roommate smuggles in drugs and tobacco, but her source got banned from visitation. The roommate called her source and said you still better get me stuff on my next visitation. So the next time she was called for a visit who shows up but some derelict with long, matted hair, tattered clothing and no shoes who reeks of tequila. Her friend had hired a homeless guy for $20. After the exchange she got up to leave and the homeless man says softly, "Easiest 20 bucks I ever made."
The sources who smuggle the drugs or tobacco in do it by putting the contraband in a sock. Then they put their foot up on the opposite bench and the female inmate takes it and puts it up her vagina (that she has oiled before she comes to visitation).
10/13: Suzie goes to church and I read Saturday's paper.
There is a new girl who is in here for armed robbery. She says she terrorized the southern USA for 13 months. May be extradited to Texas.
10/14: Change of clothes and sheets today. First clean sheet I've had in three weeks.
10/15: Court date moved to 23rd. Please, please. I'm going crazy.
10/17: W.O.W. instructor Beth crying when we got there. She recovered quickly and declined to talk about it. None of us is immune to pain and tragedy. She has the next four days off and I hope things will be okay for her.
10/18: Suzie back from legal visit. Attorney told her she would be here for 30 more days. She is crying and terribly upset. I try to comfort her. I'm angry with her lawyer. He really led her on.
Newspaper and mail delivered in the middle of the night.
10/19: At 1:30 a.m. they yell for me to go to medical. I have no clothes so they take me in my nightgown--no underwear--down the cold hall for meds. Then rather than go back to my cell, the nurse takes me on the rest of her rounds. I froze to death. Then after about an hour I was returned to my cell. It's freezing in here.