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Bluelighter
A nightmare in Connecticut (2011-2012)
For a while, I was quartered in Connecticut. It started with a high-speed (100+ mph) chase from the Hudson River on 1-84 eastbound to the Connecticut border near Danbury, CT. I was driving to Rhode Island to learn about their medical marijuana program on March 25, 2011 because I ran out of weed and no one would have any. It wasn’t a casual drive, for it was my attempt to make it out of New York state because I didn’t want to go back to jail in New York. It was successful in that New York police stopped me in Connecticut. It took me 14 months to make it back home to Pennsylvania.
While in the Bridgeport, CT jail hospital, Dr. Moon, Dr. Hoppler, and the staff were trying to give me Haldol for schizophrenia. Schizophrenia is the medical industry's lazy approach to saying that you've done psychedelics and must do something. The medical industry will sell you into a coma. The profit margin is great. However, they should sell you health. That is the goal. You should be careful when you pray, they will call you schizophrenic. But these were solitary conditions and they let me out to shower and walk around the unit. I refused the Haldol at any breath, because it is probably the worst drug prescribed. Court would eventually move me to Connecticut Valley Hospital in Middletown, CT. But back on Bridgeport, they forced me to take the drug by saying I was paneled, whatever that means. Refusing to take the pill would mean they would give an injection. I obliged eventually, with a nurse and four corrections officers in the cell, to take the pill. This atypical antipsychotic causes akathisia which makes it impossible to sleep. Constant nervous tremors and ticks that are a side effect and highly undesirable. It was forty-two days here before Dr. Moon convinced me to go to Osborne correctional facility near Enfield, CT. They never used needles at Bridgeport, thankfully, but the damage done by Haldol is a problem in the industry.
I spent eleven days in Osborne general population psych unit. Haldol was still a prescription and they even upped it to injections of Haldol while there. Jimi was my celly, a good guy who shared his commissary with me. The cells were small, so doing pushups or sit-ups wasn’t advised. Tension runs high in jail and it’s wise to be careful who you upset. The food they served was just enough to satisfy, but I was always hungry here. I had usurped to 187 lbs. More trips to Danbury courthouse would end my time in jail and lead me to the hospital in Middletown, CT. It was Cinco de Mayo, or May 5 2011 and ever so a nightmare.
Four long months in the hospital of pacing the floors, watching TV, and meditating passed by in 2011. Hurricane Sandy made a visit while here, whose name parallels what I believe a Connecticut marriage is like. There were some nice people here, and they would let us out on the roof twice a day and sometimes to the courtyard to play bocce and basketball. It wasn’t horrible and better than Osborne, but boredom without any real psychoactives or psychedelics will downfall. They gave me Haldol pills to start, and then switched to Risperdal. The one nurse, who gets off on needling the patients, insisted I get injections of Risperdal and continues to date, although it’s now Invega sustenna. I played guitar sometimes here, but really it was all so boring. I initially tried to cheek my meds, but they caught on, and started doing mouth checks at the medicine counter. I was charged with misdemeanor offense for interfering with a police officer in Connecticut for my run.
For a while, I was quartered in Connecticut. It started with a high-speed (100+ mph) chase from the Hudson River on 1-84 eastbound to the Connecticut border near Danbury, CT. I was driving to Rhode Island to learn about their medical marijuana program on March 25, 2011 because I ran out of weed and no one would have any. It wasn’t a casual drive, for it was my attempt to make it out of New York state because I didn’t want to go back to jail in New York. It was successful in that New York police stopped me in Connecticut. It took me 14 months to make it back home to Pennsylvania.
While in the Bridgeport, CT jail hospital, Dr. Moon, Dr. Hoppler, and the staff were trying to give me Haldol for schizophrenia. Schizophrenia is the medical industry's lazy approach to saying that you've done psychedelics and must do something. The medical industry will sell you into a coma. The profit margin is great. However, they should sell you health. That is the goal. You should be careful when you pray, they will call you schizophrenic. But these were solitary conditions and they let me out to shower and walk around the unit. I refused the Haldol at any breath, because it is probably the worst drug prescribed. Court would eventually move me to Connecticut Valley Hospital in Middletown, CT. But back on Bridgeport, they forced me to take the drug by saying I was paneled, whatever that means. Refusing to take the pill would mean they would give an injection. I obliged eventually, with a nurse and four corrections officers in the cell, to take the pill. This atypical antipsychotic causes akathisia which makes it impossible to sleep. Constant nervous tremors and ticks that are a side effect and highly undesirable. It was forty-two days here before Dr. Moon convinced me to go to Osborne correctional facility near Enfield, CT. They never used needles at Bridgeport, thankfully, but the damage done by Haldol is a problem in the industry.
I spent eleven days in Osborne general population psych unit. Haldol was still a prescription and they even upped it to injections of Haldol while there. Jimi was my celly, a good guy who shared his commissary with me. The cells were small, so doing pushups or sit-ups wasn’t advised. Tension runs high in jail and it’s wise to be careful who you upset. The food they served was just enough to satisfy, but I was always hungry here. I had usurped to 187 lbs. More trips to Danbury courthouse would end my time in jail and lead me to the hospital in Middletown, CT. It was Cinco de Mayo, or May 5 2011 and ever so a nightmare.
Four long months in the hospital of pacing the floors, watching TV, and meditating passed by in 2011. Hurricane Sandy made a visit while here, whose name parallels what I believe a Connecticut marriage is like. There were some nice people here, and they would let us out on the roof twice a day and sometimes to the courtyard to play bocce and basketball. It wasn’t horrible and better than Osborne, but boredom without any real psychoactives or psychedelics will downfall. They gave me Haldol pills to start, and then switched to Risperdal. The one nurse, who gets off on needling the patients, insisted I get injections of Risperdal and continues to date, although it’s now Invega sustenna. I played guitar sometimes here, but really it was all so boring. I initially tried to cheek my meds, but they caught on, and started doing mouth checks at the medicine counter. I was charged with misdemeanor offense for interfering with a police officer in Connecticut for my run.
