Some days I wish I could wear that shirt to work. Of course if I wanted to, I could make myself one just like that.
But they wouldn't let me wear it to work.
I figure it would be a good warning for everyone to stay away from me some days.
They just don't see the logic in that.
In the past nine years I have seen them do some strange things with inmates and medications. Give them too much or not enough or change meds suddenly or take them off suddenly, which turns out to never be a good thing.
Some of those wobbleheads have been on high powered psych meds or anti-psychotics for years and when you take them off of them suddenly, guess what?
Now you have a full blown psychotic on your hands seeing snakes and termites in his underwear and digging holes in the yard mining for aluminum to protect his brain from the satellites.
Then they usually make their way down to the Hive all covered with pepper spray and gravel and they say "Here ya go, pal! He's all yours!"
Nice. Thanks alot.
And the same thing goes for when they over-medicate them as well. I've seen that happen more than once. One of the wobbleheads gets out of control and they give him a butt full of Haladol or Thorazine and turn him into a drooling pile and then send him down to the Hive.
Then we get to scrape him up off of the floor once a night and clean up the puddles and put him in a clean smock and prop him back up in the corner again until he comes back out of it.
And we all know who is going to get the blame if one of them chokes to death on his own drool some night.
Us, the poor working stiffs who were "supposed to be watching him." Do we go in the cell every fifteen minutes and shake them gently and say "Mister Wobblehead? Are you okay?" No. We look in the window and if he moves a little or seems to be breathing then we leave him alone.
Because you don't want to open that door and go in there unless you really have to. Like I said, some of those guys have been taking those drugs for years and have built up quite a tolerance. They could take enough Thorazine to send me to the Bahamas for a month like it was nothing but a Tic-Tac.
And one of the side effects of taking so many anti-psychotics is that they tend to give you quite a tolerance for pain. And they aint skeered when we come in that door because they know it's not going to hurt until the drugs wear off.
I purely do hate it when they start messing with their medications.
That kind of thing can mess up your whole day.
Here's the weekend lineup:
Wednesday is going to be Penny Day, Declaration of The Bab Day, National Taffy Day and World Turtle Day.
Thursday is going to be National Escargot Day (eww...), Brothers Day, International Tiara Day and Morse Code Day.
Friday will be National Tap Dance Day, Cookie Monsters Birthday, Don't Fry Day, National Geek or Nerd Pride Day and National Brown-Bag-It Day.
Is it acceptable to use my Jeff Gordon Lunchbox rather than a brown bag?
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