i'm double journaling tonight - just a day for it. today, i went out to the picnic table for my break. the captain and a couple of nurses were there, and one of the nurses had given the captain a letter that had been written by a former inmate from the infirmary floor to them. he had been released from prison about a month ago. i nearly cracked up when ron read it aloud. it went something like this:
Hi girls!
I'm sitting here in the county jail. my probation officer lied and said she had sent all my paperwork in but didn't do it. i want to thank you all for treating me so good while i was in the hospital with y'all, and thank the nurses who gave me my pain medicine and got it straightened out. y'all are angels! i'm waiting for a psych evaluation. i don't know why the hospital didn't send the one they did. it looks to me like they could have.
tell the officer from pasquotank not to get rid of the shrimp boat! i should be flying high and free soon, and i'll have a case of the DA crabs when i get out!
Love ya!
X
you know...to some of these guys, the hospital staff are like family, and when they leave, they have to get used to not being around them anymore, and then they have the adjustment of being on the street again, or in X's case, in the county jail. there are some who have become so institutionalized they've turned down parole.
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I have probably said this before but I think your job is so interesting. Paula
At least they sometimes appreciate those who treat them nicely :-)
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