Today they moved me to the general population and gave me a room, with a roomate. She is not nice to me and wants me to sleep on the top bunk.
Because I had surgery on my arm a few days ago, I can't get into the top bunk. I'm going to ask if I can change to another room and sleep on the bottom bunk.
The Deputy says there is nothing in my file that says I have a problem with my arm.
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Hey Nancy,
I would ask how life is, but that is probably not something you want to answer. I know that you don't really know me, though it seems like I have known you forever. I'm assuming Robert gave you my letter. While I am not the most social person in the world, I am good at writing people. Life does suck sometimes, doesn't it. No, I've never been to jail, but after going to Peachford for ECT and Laurelwood for taking a slice out of my wrist, the writing was pretty much on the wall for my relationship with Megan. She always said I reminded her of you, just little things (or big things like the bi-polar disorder, eating disorder, not taking my medications, etc.) Do you remember the book, SHE'S COME UNDONE? I still have your copy! And your leatherman is on my keychain. I am so sorry that all this has happened to you. I only wrote that letter to you because I think about you all the time, because at least in memory you have been part of my life for over 6 years now, since I was 19. I just want to know how you are because there are just a few steps across the line from you and I. If there is anything I can help you with, let me know, okay? Also, send me you jail id and/or account info. Whatever they assign you there and maybe even though you don't have visitors, at least knowing someone out there really cares and would write you might make you feel a little less lonely. Did you get your credit card stuff taken care of? Take care Nancy, and I hope I'll hear from you soon. Also, Cindy says "hello".
Shannon
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