Love, Justine

Potter County Women’s Recovery Center

Day 49

8/22/17

8am

I’m beginning to love “The Golden Girls.” Does that mean I’m old? I feel old. Especially today–pain everywhere. It’s like the fog outside seeped right into my bones. Thank God for Meloxicam. 

Court tomorrow.

I don’t even want to think about it. Every time I walk into that courtroom, my life gets monumentally worse. 

Time for Community–we get to say our goals for the day and such. Parenting classes today–last time I cried through my “kid history.” Hopefully no crying this time. The women are discussing morphine and being knocked out by it. I don’t want to think about that either.

I am very tired today.

10:40am

This day is taking FOREVER! They just gave me a new mattress. Too bad I’m leaving tomorrow (probably for state prison), because it’s really comfortable. 

I still have “Fight Song” stuck in my head. The doctor told me yesterday that my liver enzymes are coming down [from having Hepatitis C from IV drug use], so pretty soon I can come in less often for bloodwork. So that’s good news. I sent my Kidowed book manuscript to Barricade Books, so we’ll see ho that goes.

8:30pm

Munchy thinks Chantilly Lace’s name should be Perky. 🙂 Her hair used to be blue. We’re in the laundry room dyeing my hair and having a blast. We’re laughing so much. We’re pretending our nipples can talk for some reason. It’s hilarious. Munch is taking her pointer fingers and pointing them out at boob level and wiggling them around as she talks. It’s freakin’ hysterical. I can’t believe sometimes how much these women have been through. It’s like a miracle that they can still smile.

Munchy’s having trouble adapting to this place–she won’t do “Community” in the morning or “Meditation” at night with the rest of the group. Chantilly Lace is taking forever to dye my hair. I hope it will look okay for court tomorrow. 

Uh oh.

I hear yelling from the common area…can’t investigate–gettin’ hair did.

Uh oh again. 

Chantilly has a cut on her hand and she wasn’t wearing gloves–owch! I don’t think this dye job will ever be done.

Omg.

Now Cat’s pissed because we’re doing hair dye during meditation time.

This place drives me crazy.