Prison Health Care

     At Airway Heights there were regular lock-downs (where we were all sent from the common area to our cells) that involved one prisoner dropping to the floor unconscious.

     The medical staff would arrive and cart him away and he would return a few hours later conscious again.

     He had a pacemaker, the batteries had gone bad, and the state wouldn’t do anything about it.  If he died on their watch I guess they looked at it as a way to lower recidivism.

     I had a severe gout flare-up while I was there, and originally they allowed me to go to the infirmary, however, the nurse there insisted it wasn’t gout (I have had flare-ups before, I know damned well what gout feels like), they sent me back.

     It got so bad I couldn’t put any weight on that foot and had to get around on crutches for three days.  They did finally diagnose and treat it as gout.

     Most anyone with dental problems found themselves toothless because about the only dental treatment available was tooth extraction.  I am lucky in that I have been genetically blessed with very few dental problems and none occurred while incarcerated.

     A lot of people go in for relatively minor things, at the time some even for marijuana possession or sales, and die, because of the lack of health care.

     Prisoners have no value as a human being in prison, and I’m more or less convinced that human beings have little value in society if their net-worth is less than a few tens of million dollars.  How anyone could believe a president with a personal wealth of 10 billion dollars was going to change that is beyond me.

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     Lately I’ve been sleeping longer hours than normal and having really intense and often very strange dreams.  Sometimes I feel like I need a rest from my sleep they are so intense, today was one such day.

     Today’s dream I was set in a world where all food production was indoors inside of factory farms.  These farms had no human workers, everything was done by highly advanced robotics.  Lighting was artificial.  I don’t know what we were doing for energy but it was obviously abundant.

     These factory farms were often underground and many floors allowing the surface of the planet to be close to it’s natural state.

     Crime was a big problem with very conventional guns.  Criminals often carried machine guns, I had a semi-automatic pistol.  There were people who wanted to kill me for reasons which were not apparent.  I felt I had an advantage in a one-on-one with the pistol because it was light, I could aim and fire faster than someone could aim and fire a machine gun and it was usually the first bullet that counted.

     I used to dream of more ordinary day to day things.  Not sure why my dreams have taken this turn to the bizarre recently.  Probably just a brain tumor or something similarly inconsequential.

 

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