Newman and Stockton

Thursday, 5 May 2022

I felt awful yesterday. I really felt like I was having withdrawals from something. I was nauseous, weak, cold sweats, body aches and dizzy. I felt better when I woke up to come to work. The only reason I came to work was because Powers was taking tonight off. I’m feeling better but not 100%. My stomach hurts and I’m still having cold sweats but thank God Lee Ann gave me nausea pills.

Newman caught chain this morning. It sucks to see him go. He actually gave a shit about me and always had my back. There’s been several times that we’ve had uncooperative inmates in holding and he would always stand in the door to make sure I was ok. I had a frog in my throat this morning when I opened the window to J pod and Stockton was already up watching TV. I asked her how everything was going and she was in her usual happy mood. I had to look away and swallow hard and said “Newman just caught chain”. The way her face dropped stabbed me in the gut. They started writing each other in here when Stockton caught a glimpse of Newman. Their letters were “interesting” to say the lease. They moved pretty quickly too. I had to get into Newman’s ass one time because he wasn’t writing Stockton back and she was getting upset. I’d let them see each other for a split second and wave at each other if no other guard was around. Stockton is a bit older but it was cute. Stockton has been asleep the entire time I’ve been here tonight. I keep asking Been if she’s ok and she says yeah. If Been leaves this week, it’ll just be Stockton in a huge cell pod by herself. I’ll be sad to see Stockton to go. Helm too.

My shoulder is still bothering me and I’m pretty sure it’s because of our bed. I could not get comfortable this afternoon when I still had a few hours. It’s so frustrating. I want a new comfortable bed or mattress topper. Maybe being uncomfortable will make me get up more.

I really haven’t followed through with this journal and calendar. I guess I just need to invest in a calendar and journal with a lot more pages to write.

Monday through Wednesday I’ll be in A Town for the physical part of getting my jailer licenses. I hate this class. It’s my least favorite. The last time I took this class, I was so fucking sore and got so frustrated in it that I started crying.

I’m gonna end this for the night and write some letters to D Cub and K Cub for them to open on their 18th birthdays.

-Peace-