14 August 2021

   Chest pains are back.  That tells me things will start progressing at a pretty good clip from here on out.

     I have not had any response to a drug since early March or April.  So the disease has been growing uninhibited since then.  Plus the blood work shows it is growing at an accelerated rate.

     I hope to get another quality 90 to 120 days before I get really sick.  But that may be very wishful thinking on my part.

     Juan Nava and I went on a brisk walk this evening.

     Fatigue has been a growing factor for almost two weeks now.

     OSCI has a thing against plastic bags.  We cannot have them.  Trash goes directly into the garbage buckets in our cells. 

     The one in my cell was gross and slimy, so I ask the guys where I can access a spigot to hose it out.  They direct me to a janitor’s closet that staff must open.  I ask the officer to get into it but she says I cannot use it.  She offers me a spray bottle and rag.

    This thing has not been cleaned in a while being an intake cell where people come and go in a matter of weeks.  Plus a lot of guys are just downright filthy. 

    Dominic says no, thank you; I get my shower stuff, and like Ernie and his rubber Dickie, I take my Rubbermaid trash bucket into the shower and blast the slime away.  Then I get the spray bottle and rag and clean it out.

    I did not make up a song for my shower pal.  If you make one, send it to me.

     The things you have to do live in a cleaner environment.