2-1-23 After the surgeon from Regency Dermatology abraded and drained my cheek wound, PA Johnson condemned me to IPC for monitoring. Exhausted and in severe pain, I took a Tylonol 3 and passed out.
2-2 PA Shields came to change my dressing and start an IV. I worry when health professionals cringe when they see my gaping wound. I’m eating prison food (rules say no commissary food) and drinking tap water…what will become of me?
2-3 Nurse Mumms is an absolute doll, a real gem. All the nurses are pleasant, but she is a real standout. Then! TAADAA….is it a bird? a plane? No it’s SUPER DOCTOR IBRAMS!!! He enters my room. I wish I’d had a video of his reaction when he saw my wound…he visibly recoiled. He suspects MRSA or STAPH. IV’s aren’t going to cut it, so he gets immediate approval for an out-of-formulary antibiotic that can fight this severe infection. He even went to CVS himself to pick it up!
2-4 6:56 am. The toddler meal set before me had 9 cubes of potatoes and 6 cubes of fake ham. 1 milk. 3 tbs of canned pears. bread and p’butter. 10:16 am. No nurse has made an introduction yet. I paid for a Trinity meal today, but my odds of getting it are slim to none. $23 down the drain because I had the audacity to get an infection. 3:40 pm. prison food offering. a small portion of mystery meat meatloaf, 9 green beans, ubiquitous bread, and tap water. Is this my karma for not remembering the poor and destitute inmates that must eat this crap to stay alive???
2-5 breakfast 6:30 am. 2 dollar pancakes, 2 tbs syrup, cereal, lunch meat. That’s supposed to feed a man-sized 5’10 185lb woman for 12 hours???!!!! 6:35 pm dinner. Another toddler meal of greasy queasy awful stuff, cornbread…my stomach hurt all night. I have been ravenously hungry since I got here.
2-6 Dr. I let me loose!! I’m ecstatic! and lost 6 lbs in 5 days.