This SH** Stinks
When I say there is ALWAYS something happening here, that is not an exaggeration. Literally, I could spend all day writing about the happenings here. I guess it’s good for me because there is always something to write about. It’s great for content creation.
Yesterday, what started off as a good day quickly ended. We received a memo on the bulletin board with an update on the FSA (First Step Act). The good news is that the credits are being corrected and all updates will be made effective January 1. There is also going to be a way to see what credits you have the potential to earn upfront, similar to the good time credits. This is great news for a lot of people. There are so many people here who could or would have been home, but their FSA credits are not updated. This should all be remedied by January 1, 2023. There will be numerous immediate releases if all goes well.
As for me, my sentence will be shorter than expected. In addition to my good time credits, second chance act home confinement time, FSA will get me out of here in less than the 22 months that I was sentenced to. I’ve been saying, if there was ever a time to go to federal prison it is now. This is historic.
This high did not last long. When I was taking my afternoon shower, I noticed that the water pressure was very, very low. Not long after I finished I learned that there was an issue with the water lines. Within hours word got around that the men's side was on lockdown because they had absolutely no water at all. People began to rush into the restrooms that still had a little bit of water in an effort to wash up before the worst could happen.
10am count was delayed as the officers went door to door telling us not to take showers. What we feared was coming to reality. We were about to lose water. After going to the cafe' to get our grab and go meals (bologna, pb&j, bread, chips, and two bottles of water) we learned that we may be without water for 14 days or more. Officers threatened that anyone attempting to use the shower would receive a shot.
As we waited for count me began to hear the sounds of tractor trailers outside of our windows. When we looked out we saw a fleet of portable toilets being delivered outside; twelve (12) to be exact. Twelve green and white port-a-potties all lined up. Obviously they were intended to be our new place of refuge to relieve ourselves. As the last bit of water was extracted from the lines, water to the building was shut off. No water at all! No water in the sinks, showers, toilets...NONE. Over 200 women and no water.
This building is extremely old; it was built in the early 1930s. It was actually condemned by the state of KY but was later reopened by the Feds to house drug offenders. It was once known as a narcotics farm. What was once condemned should have stay condemned because it should be illegal to house anyone under these conditions. Since the building is so old it is questionable whether or not the main water line, which is the pipe that burst, can be repaired. Should it be irreparable, the only alternative is to transfer all of us to another facility. #StayTuned
UPDATE
Around 4:30pm we saw a few of the ladies who work in utilities come around and turn on the showers. The water was back on! Thank God I only had to go the port-a-potty one time. I won’t lie, these are the moments that make this experience memorable. It was me and three other ladies from my floor all bundled up taking a field trip outside to use the restroom in a port-a-potty. LOL! Echoes of, "this can't be my life" rang through the air as we checked the potty to see which had poop and which didn't. LOL! Just a typical day in the life of an Atwood inmate.
