Let this be a reminder that being in jail is never as fun as your favorite prison porn makes it look.
I had to strip down and give all of my belongings to the property officer and then I had to head for the shower. This is not like any other shower I have ever been in and believe me, I have been in a lot of other showers! First they sprayed me down with a chemical to kill lice, and then they put me under the sprayers. This shower was the “car wash” of showers. I was then put in a paper bunny suit and had to wait another four hours until I was escorted by a medical team to my safe cell.
I was in the safe cell for two days under observation (the paperwork said I was suicidal, and I thought maybe [my boyfriend] called in and told them about my bi-polar disorder). They think I’m suicidal, so they put me in this cell which is nothing more than block walls, toilet/sink combo, unflattering lighting, and a big metal door with a little window in the top part. I thought, if I didn’t want to kill myself before, this will definitely make me want to.
During my observation period they noticed the marks on my head and we talked about how I was diagnosed with shingles and I needed my medication. Since this is a highly contagious disease in its stage that it was in, they removed me from my cell in my fashionable bunny suit and escorted me though a few long halls and into another building, Medical 82. The office was saying on the radio, “I am bringing up [Adams] and we need a total isolation cell.” I was placed into another safe cell like the one I came from, only this one had a very cushy hospital bed, my own shower, toilet, and sink, and I thought, ‘OK, now things are getting a little better.’
I was wrong!
No one would speak to me, I could not come out, make a phone call, or even speak to an officer for six days! Six days of thinking about what my family was thinking, thinking about what [my boyfriend] was thinking; I had thoughts of him being dead, from suicide himself. Six days and nights of this. I was going crazy!