This letter was written by a person incarcerated at CMC (California Men’s Colony).
Today is Thursday, March 4, 2021, at 1800 hours.
How did you find me? I’m so glad you did! My COVID-19 experience has been terribly bad. I could not eat or drink for 10 days.
I went “man down” twice. I would black out, once in the restroom. Staff took my vitals and concluded that I was fine. The other time I was in the dining/chow hall. I felt as though death had come my way.
I could not breathe, I did not want to die. Medical staff decided that it would be best to send me to the inside hospital. There I was diagnosed as having pneumocystis jiroveci, pneumonia with COVID.
The doctor informed me that I contracted COVID-19 on January 12, 2021. Those two illness were not good. My urine was black and orange in color. Next, I was given two IVs with no antibiotics.
Why no antibiotics? After, I felt better. Then I was isolated for five days. When I got better, I had to beg to be released from COVID ad-segregation.
My return to the mainline has not been very good for me. My entire body hurts all of the time, as a result of my falls. My breathing is bad when I walk short or long distances.
I get very tired when I lay down. I get up because I am afraid that I may die while lying on my back in the bed of CDCR.
A lot of times during the day, I would often blackout. When I regain consciousness, I found myself not feeling very well. At night, I use personal care vaporizing chest rub on my chest and nose so that I can sleep.
When I look back on the months of November, December, and January, I realize that the prison staff did a lot of dumb, backward moves that literally infested and contaminated the whole prison. I should have expected some foul play was going on when the warden suddenly retired. After that, the prison went haywire and out of control.
In dosing, I am happy to be alive and breathing, I am not confined to the COVID ad-seg unit. I am happy to be able to move around at my own free will. Even though, I have to stop many times to catch my breath. I gratefully Hashem has not place on the ground again.
While listening to the radio, I head other inmates at San Quentin were having similar symptoms as me. That told, tells me I am not alone in the aftermath of COVID.
I am not sure if I will survive the next stage of COVID. Which medical and custody staff predicts is soon to come.
Please keep in touch.
P.S. May God continue to give you and your family good health, peace, and prosperity.