by Steven Dybvad

February 27, 2012

My bunky has a lot of the other cellmates on our range keep up for Domino in

by Steven Dybvad

February 26, 2012

I’m definitely feeling better today, but the medication still has its powerful side effects on me. At least I have my appetite back. I had a good conversation with my parents, who just returned from their vacation. They said that they had a great time. Unfortunately my little cousin broke her arm her second day skiing. She was a trooper, she never complained about being stuck in a hotel room while everyone else was skiing. She said she was still happy just to be on vacation and out of school.

by Steven Dybvad

February 25, 2012

I told the nurse who was passing out medication, how I’m feeling. She told me that I’m experiencing common side effects of the strong antibiotics and other meds. She said she’s going to put me on a liquid diet for the next two days, and if I don’t feel better after that, they’re going to run some more tests.

by Steven Dybvad

February 24, 2012

The guard brought me down to medical this morning for more blood samples. Whatever medication they have me on is very strong. It was difficult to wake up and I feel really weak.

I just took my meds again a couple of hours ago. They make me nauseous and tired. I don’t even have an appetite for food, which is crazy because I’m always hungry. I’ve got a hollow leg.

They just passed out dinner trays and I can’t even eat. The smell of the food is making me want to vomit. I had to muscle down some crackers and drank lots of water, because I know it’s not healthy to take this many pills on an empty stomach. I’m just going to rest for the rest of the day.

by Steven Dybvad

February 23, 2012

They sent me downstairs to the nurse practitioner this morning. He said that I have a really bad urinary infection. He said I tested positive on all three urinary tests. He also said that there was some blood in my urine, but he prescribed me some strong antibiotics, some water pills and some other pill that makes my urine look like orange juice.

They just did a shakedown on our cells. I hate it when they do that. It always looks like a tornado just hit my cell. The guards have absolutely have no respect for anyones personal belongings. I also need to remind myself that shakedowns are going to happen regularly for the duration of my prison term, so I need to learn to calm myself down for the shakedowns.

by Steven Dybvad

February 22, 2012

Today has been a much better day.  They moved the 2 men that were stealing from other prisoners to another location just this morning.  My bunky and I made a promise to each other that one of us always stays behind, guarding our personal items, ensuring that this never happens again.

 I had a good day. I got to talk to my grandmother on the phone, who is the sweetest woman I’ve ever known, next to my mother. I had a short but good talk with Justin Paperny today, for some reason the phone cut out on us.

by Steven Dybvad

February 21, 2012

It just happened to me again! All of my belongings were stolen from me while I was escorted to my shower and during my shower. Two guys stayed back, refusing to shower. At that moment I became very suspicious, almost staying back from showers myself. We only get three showers a week and I never skipped the opportunity for a shower. When I came back from showers and entered, I immediately noticed that all of my food and hygiene was missing. I felt sick to my stomach and I still do. I knew that I couldn’t tell the guard that would only cause more problems for me being labeled a snitch. The only thing I could do was approach the two men and calmly ask them why my stuff has been stolen. They were immediately defensive towards me so I humbly apologized my only option to make sure it doesn’t happen again is to always have either me, or my bunky here at all times.

by Steven Dybvad

February 20, 2012

Lately I’ve been trying to think of things to talk about. In the cell most every day in here is like the movie Groundhog Day.

As being a part of the street drug life, I sit back in this jail and watch so so many people withdrawing from heroin. Heroin has taken over crack. Guys in here withdrawing do the craziest things. One guy approached me and said that he let me borrow his cell phone last night. All I could do was control myself from wanting to laugh, and then I simply replied you never gave me his cell phone. There’s another guy in here that keeps talking to himself. The crazy part is that he replies to himself every time.

by Steven Dybvad

February 19, 2012

I woke up early today to catch my parents on the phone before their flight to go skiing to wish them a safe trip. I was unable to get a hold of them but I’m sure they made it there in one piece and are having a great time.

by Steven Dybvad

February 18, 2012

 

I woke up to the sound of a loud crash and boom this morning. One of my neighboring cellmates fell off of the top bunk in his sleep. He must’ve hurt really bad. After the loud crash he was moaning and groaning pretty hard. His bunky hit the medical emergency button for him. In about 10 to 15 min. the medics arrived to check him out. Luckily he didn’t break any bones, but he is bruised up really bad. Other than reading more of Michael’s books this is been the highlight of my day.

by Steven Dybvad

February 17, 2012

Some days it’s very difficult to find something to write about due to the monotony of this County jail. I have extremely limited resources like interaction with other people, access to information, activities, programs, etc. So for now, all I can say is this I miss my children, I miss my family, I miss the soft warm touch of another. Every day I wake up, pray to God, remind myself how I got here and what I need to do and continue doing to ensure that I never ever return to the way of life that brought me here. This is so that I can be a great father, son, family member and someday a lover to a good woman who deserves a good man.

by Steven Dybvad

February 16, 2012

I’ve taken the time to write my daughter Caitlin another letter today. I will send it to my parents home for safekeeping along with the many other letters that I’ve sent home for the day that she is ready to read them, no matter how long down the road that it will take, I will and have kept to my personal vow to write her for the rest of my time in prison. I love and miss both my children so much that it makes my heart ache every day, but instead of letting the pain drag me down, I use it for fuel, motivation and drive. I call it my tackling fuel.

I miss my family so much and it’s all my own fault. That means that only I can make this life change. Of course with the help of surrounding myself with the help of other strong mentors such as Justin Paperny , Michael Santos and my father Chris Dybvad.


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