Now that we have the whole Chris saga out of my system, it's time to get down to it and talk about prison. As always, we are going for 100% honesty, even though it sucks for me sometime. You have to take every step on your road right?
Before I was sentenced last July I was a hot mess. Guess how I handled it? I started drinking again. A lot. I was panicked. I can be a bit of a control freak and I was getting ready to hand over my life and hope that everything worked out for the best. I have never done well with leaps of faith.
July 15th dawned bright and sunny. I woke up, was with Chris one last time and put my son on the bus to summer school. For my last meal we went to Cracker Barrel and I attempted to eat a country fried steak. I was so freaked out that I could barely chew. We didn't say much to each other. I think that I knew deep down that this was the end though I was in denial about it for a long time.
I had to be at court at 11:30, so naturally at 10:00 I decided to drink. I made the excuses, "I'm going to prison anyway, screw it!" As you can imagine, by the time I made it to the courthouse I was lit. I kissed Chris goodbye and walked in to face my fate.
It was kind of a blur. I sat there shaking as the judge read all of the sentencing details to me and then I was DOC property. I was handcuffed and led across the street to the county jail. Oddly enough the guard who escorted me was someone that I knew from high school. He said, "Your drunk aren't you?" I rolled my eyes and replied, "Well, obviously!"
So I spent my first 5 hours of incarceration shivering on a concrete bench and sobering up. I'm lucky that I didn't get a PI charge on top of everything else. I think that the guard figured that I was going through enough. I thank him for that here because he has been one of my longtime readers. I appreciate you letting that slide dude.
Once I was stone cold I was taken to the shower room, made to use this nasty delousing shampoo and dressed in a green jumpsuit. They handed me a 3 inch long toothbrush, a tiny bar of soap, toothpaste and scratchy towels and bedding. It was all packed in my tote and I was marched back to pod A-3 which was to be my home until I was transported to prison.
I walked in, ignored everyone and collapsed on my metal bunk. All I could think was, "Well, at least I don't have to dread this anymore. Only 314 days to go."
As always, thanks for listening and God bless!