So, the conversation in the chapel library/psychology department went something like this:
Inmate C to other inmates (including me) who were watching shows on the different televisions.
Inmate C: "I'm trying to explain to medical on this cop-out about the pain in my neck, but I can't remember the right word...can you all help me?"
A brief discussion follows regarding exactly what she was trying to say.
Staff member whose office happens to be located in that room: "If you guys want to talk, go outside or back to your unit."
Inmates: Silence and looks passed around like....ummm...no one is really surprised that this particular staff member had nothing helpful to say...then shrugs and we each resume watching our various programs.
Inmate C: "Ummm..excuse me Ms. Staff Member...is there a dictionary in this library or could you please tell me how to spell the word...excruciating."
Staff member: "If you want to know how, go to the education department and they will teach you how to spell it."
Huh!?!
Yes, my friends that would be the love, patience and understanding that is oozing out of the psychology department here at Camp Marianna. You know...the people that hold the "Recovering from Trauma" workshop. The one with four book shelves of self-help books and videos.
Ok.....since my last post where I was discussing the amazing medical/health care here....no... don't get me wrong...for "prison" the dental team is really competent and some of the medical staff are too...actually the sad thing is ALL of them, including the "mental health team" would be great...if they just didn't have that....piss off ya botherin' me attitude!
You know the one that unfortunately too many people have.....that is more of a screw you and your cry for help.
I know...I know...
But Kelly...aren't you being a little melodramatic...well maybe I am and maybe I'm not...let's look at it this way.
As you've read from previous posts I'm here on a felony theft charge. I've often wondered(in the past...not recently because I believe there's some closure happening there) if John Alford and the various Board members at my former employer NOLA 180 aka Langston Hughes Academy had answered my requests/cries for help with the overwhelming situation that was thrust on me.....
would I be here in prison?
To be continued
FAITH 51212
3 miles daily
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
T-minus 1788-1780
We're working on the shift schedule for work. Librarian 1 is under the belief that because I am new, I, Kelly, Librarian 3 should work every night...every night...Sunday to Saturday....every night...huh?......Why?
Because 2 years ago when she, Librarian 1, arrived at the University of Marianna....she had to.
So let's follow this train of thought shall we? If person 1 has to do something...whether it was fair or not...whether it was right or not...then everyone else who follows should too...especially me...because remember "I changed the library!"...yeah...sure....I'll do it...no problem....really...really?....really?
And of course Librarian 2 agreed with Librarian 1 because...wait for it....wait for it...she's afraid of her.
Huh!?!
Both of you take a big sniffily-whiffily because I am not....I repeat...I am NOT.....doing something that someone says to do just because they feel like dishing out illogical, unfair and just plain ignorant "rules."
Hello? That's what got me here in the first place!
Wait...I'm diverting from my regularly scheduled program for a station break.......
I was re-reading some of my blogs and man!...Can you say typo's!?! From now on I promise to both spell check and re-read my posts...lol....I is edu-ma-cated...and yup....Iz got my Bachelor's degree...oh yeah!
Now....back to our program children.
As a result of Librarian 1 refusing to work any library nights...we...meaning all 3 of the librarian's only get one day off per week.
Anyway... on to more interesting things.
There is an older lady in my dorm...We'll call her Joe. Who wasn't feeling well for about a week. She began stopping by medical daily and asking the nurse practitioner and/or one of the other nurses if they could give her a check up and let her know what was wrong. Each time she went her requests were ignored...the nursing staff told her to stop complaining and to stop trying to get an idle.
IDLE- bed restriction, where you don't go to work, or anything else....total bed rest.
This continued for about 2 weeks until finally she noticed what looked like a boil on her ass (look people...there was no "nice" way to say it) it was a large red lump. The other women in the unit began to get more and more concerned for her and began putting in cop-outs...
Cop-out - A request to the administration department of your choice.
...asking medical why they would not help her. No response. Finally, Joe began sending her cop-outs directly to the Doctor and then to Administration and finally to the Warden. At least a month and a half had passed since her first symptoms began and she 1st asked for help.
As a result what happened:
1. The boil burst...not cute or healthy in a shared restroom and bedroom situation.
2. She had to be taken to the hospital, where she stayed for 3 weeks to treat her Staph infection.
WTF ... really?
OK...more than a few issues here but here is my main one:
Answering some one's call for help...especially when it is your job.
To be continued...
FAITH 51212
3 miles daily and counting.
Because 2 years ago when she, Librarian 1, arrived at the University of Marianna....she had to.
So let's follow this train of thought shall we? If person 1 has to do something...whether it was fair or not...whether it was right or not...then everyone else who follows should too...especially me...because remember "I changed the library!"...yeah...sure....I'll do it...no problem....really...really?....really?
And of course Librarian 2 agreed with Librarian 1 because...wait for it....wait for it...she's afraid of her.
Huh!?!
Both of you take a big sniffily-whiffily because I am not....I repeat...I am NOT.....doing something that someone says to do just because they feel like dishing out illogical, unfair and just plain ignorant "rules."
Hello? That's what got me here in the first place!
Wait...I'm diverting from my regularly scheduled program for a station break.......
I was re-reading some of my blogs and man!...Can you say typo's!?! From now on I promise to both spell check and re-read my posts...lol....I is edu-ma-cated...and yup....Iz got my Bachelor's degree...oh yeah!
Now....back to our program children.
As a result of Librarian 1 refusing to work any library nights...we...meaning all 3 of the librarian's only get one day off per week.
Anyway... on to more interesting things.
There is an older lady in my dorm...We'll call her Joe. Who wasn't feeling well for about a week. She began stopping by medical daily and asking the nurse practitioner and/or one of the other nurses if they could give her a check up and let her know what was wrong. Each time she went her requests were ignored...the nursing staff told her to stop complaining and to stop trying to get an idle.
IDLE- bed restriction, where you don't go to work, or anything else....total bed rest.
This continued for about 2 weeks until finally she noticed what looked like a boil on her ass (look people...there was no "nice" way to say it) it was a large red lump. The other women in the unit began to get more and more concerned for her and began putting in cop-outs...
Cop-out - A request to the administration department of your choice.
...asking medical why they would not help her. No response. Finally, Joe began sending her cop-outs directly to the Doctor and then to Administration and finally to the Warden. At least a month and a half had passed since her first symptoms began and she 1st asked for help.
As a result what happened:
1. The boil burst...not cute or healthy in a shared restroom and bedroom situation.
2. She had to be taken to the hospital, where she stayed for 3 weeks to treat her Staph infection.
WTF ... really?
OK...more than a few issues here but here is my main one:
Answering some one's call for help...especially when it is your job.
To be continued...
FAITH 51212
3 miles daily and counting.
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