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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: Botched Programming on March 08, 2006, 03:05:00 PM
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When I first got to Straight I had been locked up in jail for about 2 months awaiting trial...I was sick with pneumonia, having to sleep on the floor of my first host home ( hacking and coughing & running a fever of about 102 and not able to dry my hair after I took a shower) and finally I got to see a doctor on my 3rd or 4th day because my host mom raising hell about me being sick and not being able to give me anything, or at least they said he was a doctor and I got some type of anti-biotics. My first days were spent in a timeout room that had a hospital bed in it...I was ok with that, however the guy they had guarding the door wanted to keep the door open so he could motivate and get called on ( real ass-kisser ) so needless to say I was unconfortable...On about my 3rd day of this all the sudden I had 2 other newcomers claiming to be sick and staff stuck them in the same room with me ( Imagine 3 people in a hospital bed )...Then as the week went on there were more...Today I am so grateful for this experience....NOT...At least if I had chosen to go to jail or prison for my crime I would have known when I was getting out and would have gotten adequate medical care.
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I will never forget or forgive Criss Cassler for giving me Asorbine Jounior for jock itch. When I applied it, I literally fell against the bathroom stall's wall and colapsed
In my time, a influnza, stomach virus as I recall. There were about 20 people behind the group vomiting into 5 gallon buckets. This went on for about 10 days two weeks. 12 hours a day...disgusting. The stench of bile wafting thru and mixing with alll the other odors in the sweltering, 98 degree heat.
In thinking back...I never saw a doctor, ever or a even a nurse...shit, the reality was that I was lucky to get half pint of fucking water a day...aside from the iced milk or rotting orange juice from tropicana.
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they used a paint coated coathanger to abort my child, thanks straight! :tup:
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Holy shit batman! I remember the jock itch days in the Morgan Yacht building. It was so dang hot in that building and the AC was rarely used. I think sometimes fo ropen meeting, but really never that I can remember for the kids comfort. I was hot and sweaty all the time. I remember that I had jock itch that started around my navel and went down to just above the knees. My flesh was peeling off and it stunk and hurt like hell. We were not allowed anything to make it better or hurt less. I remember that mine was so bad that it would bleed and was scabby. It itched bad as well and the first thing I would do when I got my pants off at night was rake my finger nails across it trying to get some relief. 'Course, the scratching made it bleed as well..shit, I fucking hated that place.
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On 2006-03-09 04:57:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Holy shit batman! I remember the jock itch days in the Morgan Yacht building. It was so dang hot in that building and the AC was rarely used. I think sometimes fo ropen meeting, but really never that I can remember for the kids comfort. I was hot and sweaty all the time. I remember that I had jock itch that started around my navel and went down to just above the knees. My flesh was peeling off and it stunk and hurt like hell. We were not allowed anything to make it better or hurt less. I remember that mine was so bad that it would bleed and was scabby. It itched bad as well and the first thing I would do when I got my pants off at night was rake my finger nails across it trying to get some relief. 'Course, the scratching made it bleed as well..shit, I fucking hated that place.
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Thanks for the visual. ::puke::
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On 2006-03-09 04:57:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Holy shit batman! I remember the jock itch days in the Morgan Yacht building. It was so dang hot in that building and the AC was rarely used. I think sometimes fo ropen meeting, but really never that I can remember for the kids comfort. I was hot and sweaty all the time. I remember that I had jock itch that started around my navel and went down to just above the knees. My flesh was peeling off and it stunk and hurt like hell. We were not allowed anything to make it better or hurt less. I remember that mine was so bad that it would bleed and was scabby. It itched bad as well and the first thing I would do when I got my pants off at night was rake my finger nails across it trying to get some relief. 'Course, the scratching made it bleed as well..shit, I fucking hated that place.
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Very common in Tx prisons as well but they treat you medically
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On 2006-03-08 16:00:00, Woof-a-Doof wrote:
"I will never forget or forgive Criss Cassler for giving me Asorbine Jounior for jock itch. When I applied it, I literally fell against the bathroom stall's wall and colapsed
In my time, a influnza, stomach virus as I recall. There were about 20 people behind the group vomiting into 5 gallon buckets. This went on for about 10 days two weeks. 12 hours a day...disgusting. The stench of bile wafting thru and mixing with alll the other odors in the sweltering, 98 degree heat.
In thinking back...I never saw a doctor, ever or a even a nurse...shit, the reality was that I was lucky to get half pint of fucking water a day...aside from the iced milk or rotting orange juice from tropicana."
Absorbine jr : Natural botanical extracts - our exclusive formula contains Calendula, Echinacea, Wormwood, and MENTHOL :scared:
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(http://http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v495/Toothfairy_TP/200.jpg)
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aiyiyi
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On 2006-03-08 16:00:00, Woof-a-Doof wrote:
"I will never forget or forgive Criss Cassler for giving me Asorbine Jounior for jock itch. When I applied it, I literally fell against the bathroom stall's wall and colapsed."
:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
A man who can take Asorbine Junior for jock itch must be a god......( By the way I had a similar experience and am still laughing my ass off at this. )
:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
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Apple cider vinegar work real well. Stings like a BITCH, but it will kill off that fungus.
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On 2006-03-09 10:31:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Apple cider vinegar work real well. Stings like a BITCH, but it will kill off that fungus."
now ya tell me....shit
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Goddamn that sounds painful
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reading your posts are painful.
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On 2006-03-10 07:49:00, Anonymous wrote:
"reading your posts are painful."
Totally uncalled for.
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On 2006-03-09 04:57:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Holy shit batman! I remember the jock itch days in the Morgan Yacht building. It was so dang hot in that building and the AC was rarely used. I think sometimes fo ropen meeting, but really never that I can remember for the kids comfort. I was hot and sweaty all the time. I remember that I had jock itch that started around my navel and went down to just above the knees. My flesh was peeling off and it stunk and hurt like hell. We were not allowed anything to make it better or hurt less. I remember that mine was so bad that it would bleed and was scabby. It itched bad as well and the first thing I would do when I got my pants off at night was rake my finger nails across it trying to get some relief. 'Course, the scratching made it bleed as well..shit, I fucking hated that place.
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ok, you think that visual was gross; how about this. I hated my oldcomer so much that when my flesh was peeling from jock itch, I would wait until he was asleep and scrape it off my thighs and flick it into his mouth (he was a mouth breather) when he and his foster bro were asleep. those mutherfuckers made me sleep on the floor w/only a sheet, no pillow, no blanket, no cushioning. Fuck 'em - they deserved it.
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On 2006-03-10 07:52:00, Froderik wrote:
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On 2006-03-10 07:49:00, Anonymous wrote:
"reading your posts are painful."
Totally uncalled for. "
TOtally hypocritical.
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On 2006-03-10 18:28:00, Anonymous wrote:
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On 2006-03-10 07:52:00, Froderik wrote:
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On 2006-03-10 07:49:00, Anonymous wrote:
"reading your posts are painful."
Totally uncalled for. "
TOtally hypocritical."
Point taken...and maybe you're right to some degree...but I felt like taking up for the guy nonetheless. I guess 'goodness' or whatever you wanna call it has to start somewhere, right? What about you? Don't tell me your house doesn't have some glass while you throw stones at me..