"Zoo Station"
Quite appropriate for this post
As I heard the voice of the Sheriffs
Department on the other side of the door my heart dropped into my
stomach. I swallowed hard and opened the door to two plain clothes
officers. My mother had signed an affidavit against me for pawning
my own jewelry! Yes, you read that right. My mother had signed an
affidavit against me for pawning my own jewelry! You can't make this
shit up!
The officers were very nice to me. I
think they felt the whole thing was laughable but they had to do
their jobs. I gathered up my ostomy supplies of which I had enough
to last 2 days. The officers assured me that I would receive the
best medical care I could get anywhere. PLEASE DO NOT BELIEVE THAT
LIE! I did.
I was taken first to the downtown Hinds
County Jail, then sent out to the Raymond Hinds County Jail, in
handcuffs, with another girl who had been picked up for writing bad
checks. We were two VERY dangerous criminals! We were processed in
Raymond, mug shots were taken, fingerprints made and then we were
sent back downtown to the jail. Could that get any more convoluted?
All the while being transported in gas guzzling SUVs. There are your
tax dollars at work, folks!
We were made to disrobe completely,
shower, and wash our hair. We were then given a plastic mattress not
much thicker than children's mats they take naps on in kindergarten
and a rough wool blanket. Then we were escorted upstairs to our
cells. There was a day room/common area with 6 pod “bedrooms”
consisting of a steel slab to put our mattresses on and a metal
desk/shelf. That was it. There were two bathrooms one on each side
of the day room with a small sink right above the toilet. I believe
the same water that went into the toilet was the same water that came
out of the faucet. Nice and sanitary. There was also one shower that
all six of us used and believe me there were people in my cell that
you wouldn't want to sit next to much less go to the bathroom or
shower behind. In a word it was just nasty. All the girls were
friendly enough. I somehow manage to get along with everyone with
the exception of husbands, girlfriends and boyfriends. I'm funny
like that.
This happened on a Friday in late
January meaning I was there until Monday at least when I went before
the judge. Little did I know I would be there for 3 weeks! During
those three weeks I was unable to get the ostomy appliances the
officers that arrested me told me I could get. Don't get put in the
Hinds County Jail if you have something wrong with you physically.
The nurse looked at me like I was crazy when I told her what I
needed. She had no idea what an ostomy was! She was a truly
brilliant scholar, let me tell you! I was sent to Raymond on a
couple of occasions to get treatment for the uric acid burns I got
during those three weeks because of the urine I stayed soaked in.
They managed to come up with 10 colostomy bags with no opening at the
end to drain my urine. However, there was a small square charcoal
opening at the top for colostomy gasses to pass through. This only
allowed more urine to seep out.
I was finally released ROR because of
my medical issues. My friend that I had been staying with came to
pick me up and had a big bottle of white wine he had picked up for
me. He had also stopped and bought me 2 boxes of my ostomy supplies.
He was nothing if not kind to me and if it had not been for him I
would have literally been living on the streets.
The grand jury did not indict me on
what was such a ridiculous charge. But I still had no direction
other than to sit on that balcony and smoke and drink. Until I made
a call to an old friend that would ultimately save my life.
That's pretty f'ed up Denise.
ReplyDeleteYes, it surely was, Mike!
ReplyDeletef'd up, but honest. Not many people would tell details of their life like you. It is an educational thing for me on some of it, but it is helping me to understand someone that I love a lot that could possibly be going through some of the same stuff you did. I f'd up when I was young, just in some different ways...I am glad most all of us made it through those years...Love you Denise and Mike. So glad we are friends.
ReplyDeleteYou are an angel, Teresa and you, too, Mike Martin! Ya'll are two of my most faithful readers and I cannot thank you enough. Teresa, it's a God thing that we have become such good friends seemingly overnight and I am so thankful for you (you, too, Mike)!
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