You Have Reached Hell

I was brought out of my glass cell to stand in front of this man and answer questions. I don't remember all of them but I do remember he asked me if I had ever felt like committing suicide and I said with a laugh--well, I'm beginning to! He smiled and didn't say anything. I found out what that smile was for alittle later. I was called out again and told to come to this new room. Once there, this dyke said I was being put on suicide watch and to take off my clothes! I said I had not been serious but no, take your clothes off and stay in this pink cement room with nothing to sit on but the floor. I could not believe these idiots! Oh, there was a guy with gloves on standing in the door--in case I was trouble, I guess. The dyke was making fun of me but yet I was told more than once how seriously they take suicide! BULL! They were enjoying themselves. I was given this velcro thing and a thin pad to sit on the cold floor with. There were no windows and for a toilet there was a grate in the floor! The food which I couldn't tell what most of it was, was brought by 2 guys in a brown tray and sat on the floor. Now I know how dogs and cats feel. It was always cold and the only thing I ate from Sun--Mon afternoon was some watery jello. I wasn't hungry and I still have trouble eating. The guys who brought the food were concerned about me--they kept noting if I had eaten anything. After I ate the jello, one of them said well, as long as there's something in her stomach! I wanted to scream shut up, you idiots! But I didn't know what they would do to me if there was an "outbrust"!

I fell in that cement room three times and finally quit trying to get up. I asked these concerned people to take me to the hospital and guess what? NO ONE CAME! My left leg was numb from sitting on the floor.

I couldn't see a clock or anything, but it felt like I'd been in that hellhole far longer than I was suppose to be! I yelled thru the door asking for someone to help me use the phone. A woman came to the door and I told her I hadn't called anyone and that I couldn't get up. She went to get a wheelchair and an Asian officer who pulled me up by my hand. She pushed me over to the phone that I had heard other people chatting on all day and I asked her what time it was--2 AM! Who the hell would be in an office or even awake??!!

She looked up my husband's aunt and uncle--they're in their 70's and 80's and I woke them out of a sound sleep because I didn't know what else to do! She had a dr's appointment in the morning so I said I'd keep trying one of my cousins. The only number she could find for him was his office. Useless. She asked me if I as thirsty and brought me some water. The first I'd had since I got there. I begged not to be put back in that room, but she said they had to. I asked to be left in the wheelchair. Couldn't.

I felt like telling funny man he could forget about the suicide watch but he better watch for homicidal rage!

There were cameras everywhere and also male guards.

They decided I needed a bath later maybe 'cause I'd peed on myself! They said someone was coming to see me but wouldn't say who it was. I was just glad someone was coming to get me out of this hellhole! Later when I got to check-out, in the wheelchair, I almost broke down when I saw our aunt and uncle. They had come after the dr's appointment. She asked them what I was arrested for and was told public intoxication, to which she said, I didn't drink. No comment from the genius!

I had walked in that special little hell and I left limping on a numb leg and barely able to stay upright! They took the money I had and gave me a check! We had ro locate my car because it wasn't where they had said it would be. I couldn't find my checkbook and had to get someone to take me to the bank the next day--I had to pay cash for my car, $200!

Oh yes, I fell on the steps coming in and smashed my nose. Luckily, it wasn't broken but it sure bled and hurt like the devil! I had to hold onto someone for a couple of days when walking and still do not have normal walking abilities and the leg is still numb. I plan to seek medical care.

I hate the sobs at that place and you don't want to know what I wish for them! I have to go to court Aug 26th, so keep me in your thoughts 'cause I just might go beserk if I have to see them again!

I'm having trouble eating and sleeping and I see them everytime I go out! It was the most humiliating, degrating experience of my life and I will never feel the same way about cops again. Never.