W/D in jail is the fucking pits of Tartarus,splattered by the stagnant foam from Acheron, and the foulest most noxious slop dribbling down the demon-shit-encrusted walls of the pit, slobbering like a rabid prostitute vulva over the banks of the Styx.
Fucking cunts just tossed me in the med wing, solitary, without ANY medical supervision to withdraw over at least a month from a large barbital habit, and when I'd been buying pop bottles full of oramorph and drinking them exactly like one would skull back soda.
Christ, when I came out, no detox help WHATSOEVER, I looked so thin and dirty, because I'd not even been let out to shower, as if I could have done so in the state they forced upon me,I looked like I'd just escaped from auschwitz, belsen or sobibor.Thin, looked like a fucking skeleton. I'm shocked I neither dehydrated nor starved to death. DTs untreated for a a month at least, probably, VERY probably significantly longer. Lasting effects, due IMO to the rebound excitotoxicity from combined GABA antagonism/inverse agonism and rebound AMPA receptor agonist effects (barbs are AMPA-type ionotropic glutamate receptor antagonists, its why they fuck memory up so badly compared to other GABAaR barbiturate binding site agonists that are not
in fact, structurally speaking related at all to the barbs.
Lol fucking drug wing, eventually got moved there, but the place was more awash with smack and subutex than the other non-drug-free wings.
Drug free? nah, my arse it was. Drug expensive wing sure, but they were still all over the fucking show thankfully.
