Saturday, August 16, 2025

A SHORT, HARD MED TRIP TO RMC

Dateline: Tuesday, August 12, 2025, 11:58 am. 

 

My vision blurs as my eyes quickly tire. The email text is small, forcing me to stop and rest. I want to try to tell you about as much of the past day as I can. 

 Monday, 5:00 am -- Marion C. I.., Lowell/Ocala, Florida 

"Norman, get dressed. You have a med trip." 

 Six of us lined up in the dark to be shackled, handcuffed, leg irons and waist chained. Each man struggled to climb into the side door of the transport van, the dog box vans used at previous prisons unknown at this incentivized prison. 

"What's a dog box van?" one guard asked. 

I explained. Instead of dogs in a pitch black van, humans were stuffed into a windowless steel box. 

Today, each inmate sat in a comfortable upholstered seat. Air conditioning cooled the van. 6:02 a.m., we were out the gates and on the road. We could see the free world passing by through the window grilles. 

Highway 441 bisected Gainesville. I couldn't compare the North Florida scenery with the Okeechobee scenery of the same 441, 200 miles to the south: Circle K's every five miles, Taco Bells, every fast food joint in America feeding well-fed University of Florida students driving fancy cars; "The Swamp," Home of the Gators. 

 In an hour the van rolled into the gates of the Reception and Medical Center (RMC) at Lake Butler. Seven a.m. At this rate, we'd be done and on our way back to Marion in record time. 

 It was not to be. At least a hundred sickly men crowded hard benches lining long hallways. Wheel chairs, crutches, canes, prosthetics: men worse off than I, nearer death's door, sobered me. Orderlies pushing a gurney carrying a white-haired, emaciated, unconscious patient in his eighties forced their way through. 

Bad news. I was scheduled for an echo-cardiogram to check my heart. Ten minutes max. A nurse informed our guard escorts that the outside contract cardiotech would be late-- six hours late. One p.m. By the time he finally got there my body was numb from the waist down. At least he called me first. 

The other men had been done for hours. We still couldn't leave. The noon count dragged on. RMC is notorious for its long counts and recounts. 

Finally we got to see Gainesville in the daylight. Being in serious pain from the hours on benches distracted me from the passing modern city. Maybe next time. 

Finally we made it back to Marion, both my wrists bruised and bleeding from the tight handcuffs. 

More RMC trips are upcoming. The neurologist, oncologist, and repeat visits with the cardiologist wait on the horizon. 

Wednesday, August 13, 2025 -- next case. Kidney stones hurt like a bayonet plunged into the lower back. I spent over two hours with Dr. Christopher Salas last week, and he scheduled X-rays of my kidneys. Ten years or so ago, the last time my kidneys developed stones, they sent me to Jacksonville Memorial Hospital for treatment. Today the X-ray tech took a picture of my kidneys to check the status. I expect the doctor will schedule another road trip soon. 

Meanwhile, I've gotten more medical treatment here in two weeks than in the past year at Okeechobee. 

 More later... Charlie

Wednesday, July 30, 2025

ARRIVING AT CHARLIE"S 23RD PRISON

MARION C. I.-- OCALA, FLORIDA 

 

They woke us up at 3:30 a.m. on Monday, July 28, 2025,. to get on the bus to Marion at 6:35 a.m., arriving in Ocala from Orlando an hour and a half later. The bus trip was actually the easiest part of the day. 

I couldn't believe I was transferring to an incentivized prison -- the best one, rumor has it-- after a two-year sentence in the Okeechobee hellhole. Incentivized prisons are the new trend in corrections. Good behavior is rewarded. Thicker mattresses, better conditions, more programs, and better food-- ice cream twice a week. Screw up and you're shipped back to your old hellhole. 

We had baked chicken and "Chip Around" ice cream tonight. The chicken was hot, the ice cream was frozen. No complaints. 

 Marion is actually in Lowell, next door to the women's prison, but Ocala is the nearest city, bisected by Interstate 75. It has the biggest rec yard in the system. It is huge. At Okeechobee we might get to go to the rec yard and canteen once a week if we're lucky. Here you can go to rec and canteen twice a day. 

I am in E-Dorm, an "open" dorm housing 89 or so men. Built in 1954, Marion is hot, no one has air conditioning but the guards. Did I say hot? Heat index 110°. 

They have family visiting Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Very little drugs, violence or gang activity. 

Two more guardian angels helped carry my property, mostly heavy legal papers, on and off the bus and to E--Dorm. Young, strong Christians, we all moved into E-Dorm, where they continue to look out for me. I am blessed. 

More later. -- Charlie