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Bluelight Crew
Yeah SM, the place was extremely unprofessional. I never saw a doctor, only three different nurse practitioners. The third was ok, but the first two were clueless. The third expressed concern about my blood pressure and lipid levels and I told him that they were aware at intake that I am on lisinopril and simvastatin, but no one had ordered it for me. On the next-to-last day I was there, he said he was going to order both and I told him there was no point because I had a ton of each at home, with refills left. But he said he had to do it to cover their asses. At least after seeing him, I got a decent night's sleep because he prescribed 100mg of Seroquel. The other two kept ordering trazodone and mirtazapine, even after telling them that those stopped sedating me long ago and that my own pdoc prescribes me Ambien for sleep (which they wouldn't do because it's a scheduled med). Oh, and they didn't send me home with my leftover gabapentin, which they were supposed to, but I didn't know until I dropped off a prescription for gabapentin at Walgreens and was told that a script had been filled a week and a half before (the detox center filled it) and that I had to wait until Feb. 20th to refill it (this was on Jan. 31st). I called them and raised hell about it and they let me stop by and pick up a 10 day supply so at least I got satisfaction on that end.
Also didn't mean to imply that you couldn't have a book, I just didn't have one, because my neighbor took me there at the ass crack of dawn and grabbing a few books couldn't have been further from my mind. I have been in places, though, that don't let you read anything other than recovery literature. One therapist who used to work in the corrections system and still acted like it singled me out in one group and asked me how seriously I was taking recovery and how much of the NA text or AA Big Book I had read while I was there (he put everyone on the spot, he wasn't necessarily picking on me) and I came back at him and told him I've read both cover to cover multiple times and had no desire to do so again at that moment. Other places I've been had shelves of donated paperbacks, but not here. And the common room was taken over by 4-5 loud, obnoxious twentysomethings who blasted rap videos from YouTube on the TV and talked at the top of their lungs (and were obviously not serious about recovery; one even said the only reason he was there was to avoid serving the rest of his state time), so hanging out in there wasn't an option.
I did meet a few people that I hope keep in touch. In fact, one (he's a transplanted Newyorican) invited me to his birthday party last week and I got stuffed full of Puerto Rican home cooking while watching the Iowa-Rutgers game (go Hawkeyes!). I always enjoy listening to him talk because he's had some interesting life experiences. He did time in Arizona, part of which was spent in Joe Arpaio's jail in Maricopa County, so hearing about that was pretty interesting, and yeah, he had to wear the pink boxers and everything. But for the most part, I couldn't relate to the vast majority of people there.
Also didn't mean to imply that you couldn't have a book, I just didn't have one, because my neighbor took me there at the ass crack of dawn and grabbing a few books couldn't have been further from my mind. I have been in places, though, that don't let you read anything other than recovery literature. One therapist who used to work in the corrections system and still acted like it singled me out in one group and asked me how seriously I was taking recovery and how much of the NA text or AA Big Book I had read while I was there (he put everyone on the spot, he wasn't necessarily picking on me) and I came back at him and told him I've read both cover to cover multiple times and had no desire to do so again at that moment. Other places I've been had shelves of donated paperbacks, but not here. And the common room was taken over by 4-5 loud, obnoxious twentysomethings who blasted rap videos from YouTube on the TV and talked at the top of their lungs (and were obviously not serious about recovery; one even said the only reason he was there was to avoid serving the rest of his state time), so hanging out in there wasn't an option.
I did meet a few people that I hope keep in touch. In fact, one (he's a transplanted Newyorican) invited me to his birthday party last week and I got stuffed full of Puerto Rican home cooking while watching the Iowa-Rutgers game (go Hawkeyes!). I always enjoy listening to him talk because he's had some interesting life experiences. He did time in Arizona, part of which was spent in Joe Arpaio's jail in Maricopa County, so hearing about that was pretty interesting, and yeah, he had to wear the pink boxers and everything. But for the most part, I couldn't relate to the vast majority of people there.
