I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you. I put in a medical request over a month ago telling the DR. that prescribed me the synthetic pain-pills, Tramadol A.K.A. vitrams [sic], that the pain in my knee has been steadily worsening, and that the pills weren’t doing as much for the pain as they had in the beginning. Last Thursday I was finally called to medical. The DR said, well if the pills aren’t working, we’ll D.C.-Discontinue them. I said, yeah and then what? I put in the request a month ago because the pain was really getting worse. A month later it only tolerable as I have amazing mental control of my body. Tai-Chi and Kickboxing training years ago. It still helps, at times. So the DR. explains a series of injections to block the pain. He said one a week for three-weeks. Told me I only had a few days to decide. I told him I’d let him know. Thursday and Friday I got 600mg of Tramadols [sic]. Saturday on nothing…When I was put on the pills I’d asked what they were and did and all of that fun stuff. One think I clearly remember was being told that there were no adverse effects of coming off them. I just spent four days in hell. I’m not an addict to have had no experience with detoxing, but there were times in the first two days that I was a very evil-minded person. In the last four-nights, I may have gotten 5-hrs. sleep total. None of the counsellors [sic] have ever talked to me. This is supposedly a prison-rehab. They fed me synthetic narcotics for about two-months. Long enough for my body to build an addiction. Then yanked them away. Cold-blooded…
I filled a medical-request on Monday to see that same quack. I was canes [sic] down to medical. After waiting 90-minutes D.T.ing while waiting, I was told the DR. Wouldn’t be back for at least 7-days more. Vacation. While I DT’D in a hot cell and in pain. After that mood altering visit I was thoroughly pissed. So now the pain in my right knee is excruciating. I’m allowed to go down to the med window once a day, but not every day, once for up to 800mg. of ibuprofen. I buy Advil from the commissary and eat them until there is blood in my urine. Then I back off. I see no way that this can go on now. The DR. shut off my meds and then left the building…
I’ve recently both got a haircut, one every two months in here, and made it to level 3 in this program. So I am allow [sic] to grow back facial hair. As soon as I look normal again I’ll send you a photo so you have a visual. It seems to make writing easier if I know the thing I’m writing about or person I’m writing to.
Wednesday 12:30 P.M. I was called down to medical by some DR. I’ve never seen before. He gave me some novacaine [sic] and a big suringe [sic] of hydrocortisone. I have no idea how long it will last, but for the moment it feels a lot better. I told him of my detoxing adventure during the heatwave [sic] and he said it must have been horrible. Honest at least. He said he’d see me in a couple of weeks. I need to find out what his name is and write it down. He doesn’t belong here. Way to realistic.
[At the request of the inmate, the rest of this letter is not published because it is personal.]