Today I went to get my CAT scan done (see results above). I was escorted to the hospital by two FBOP guards, the guard not driving picked me up from my dorm unit and got me dressed out in pants, shirt and a jacket. Normally, we wear overalls. They suck! So the guard who picked me up from my unit says, "So, what's this WhiteChocolateMess website?". I thought, WTF! I asked him if it said that on the papers he was carrying and he says, "No, I listen to your phone calls."
Then he says it's not nice but he has to do it. My guess as to why he told me this was because he wanted me to know all the power he had over me, an alpha male thang. Who knows? All phone calls are recorded but they don't always listen to every one. You can never be sure. I'm then taken down after being shackled both hands around my waist and ankles, and we board a ten man passenger van to cross The Brooklyn Bridge to a midtown Manhattan hospital. Mind you, this is the first time I'm seeing the "outside" in over a year. It's a pleasant shock. There's sun.
People try not to stare but they do, it feels like i'm in a fucking movie, like I'm some horrible mass murderer. On the way there, guard #1 asks me all sorts of questions and I answered as best I could. It was actually nice having somebody different to talk with for a change.
Getting a CAT scan really bites, they inject you with some crap so the radiation can get an image of your insides. It's the biggest damn syringe I've ever seen. The nurse plugged it into a machine and then IV'd into my arm and I felt a horrible heat rush consume me. The radiologist asked me what I was in for so I said I murdered fluffy kittens so I could make my own ugs.
When I got back, I got to eat a nice cold stale hamburger. My big day out in Manhattan!
