I have experience as Nurse Ratched, restraints and meds all around for everyone.
I have much work due to the constant trauma, harassment and gangstalking started but never published. Today I am very angry about the harassment at the library. The staff does not do anything about most of the problems even when informed. I am very tired of setting up, then having to go ask staff to call security, then security does not show up does nothing or the perpetrator stops their assholery just before they arrive. Then I have to pack up and move. There was a table I sat at sometimes on Sunday away from the other tables, the staff moved it. Years of this. Yesterday noise from behind me, someone laying on the floor. Staff did nothing, no security guard. Tonight I ask the noise maker to please stop, he asked me if I was really there, I said, "No I'm a hallucination." There was a guy on the floor behind me and at least he was quiet. The guy that was sleeping yesterday was quiet too. I sit against a wall by an electrical outlet trying to get away from the problem people in this library and those who come in to intentionally harass me and are allowed by the city of Boise to do so, perhaps even contracted by them. Here is my FB post for today.
He said he didn't really believe me since I was smiling when I said it, part of it is true I am trying to find some kind of protection from the bastards I am exposed to since the City of Boise, the Boise Police Department, the Idaho Housing Finance, HUD, Steadfast Management and at least one government contractor and several Infragard gangster corporate entities of assholery decided to make sure I was homeless again by massively traumatizing me for a year, well much longer than that, but I was at the Civic Plaza Apartments for a year of hell. It is not safe anywhere I go, the park system or parked on the streets at night. There are lots of drugged up drunken crazy bastards in this city and the police gaslight or harass me. The machete comment is due to a woman who lives in a car who posted on the Women's Rubber Tramp Rendezvous FB page that she keeps one. Well, what they hell else can we do and my experience is the BPD is useless, compromised, been given some false information about me and since the city is corrupt as hell they would have to be too.
Celia Harrison
The
brutal policies against the homeless in Boise Idaho may kill me. I fell
Christmas day after being left out in the freezing cold until
hypothermia caused muscle cramping which resulted in muscle tears due to
ME/cfs, then of course pulled muscles in my back. Then the single
people were disrespected Christmas night by Interfaith Sanctuary. Then I
became very ill with what is most likely CMV rebloom due to the
onslaught against my immune system, but no one would fathom to do labs
to see what it is. The symptoms are really bad flu as ME/cfs immune
systems are broken in the area of viruses and then our symptoms are
worse than normal people. And after a couple days more of hypothermia I
was in the ER on Sunday feeling like I was going to die and hoping I
would. Then more hypothermia. On Monday after having to call the frickin
medical director at Terry Reilly Clinic I finally got a doctor who has
functioning brain cells, waiting for medical records. Have an ear
infection, but antibiotics are a problem for ME/cfs so will try to do
without them. She ordered me a rescue inhaler as I was bronchospasming
all over the place. She asked what she could do to make me feel better
and I told her 60 Meqs of KCL rapid IV push would be nice, the burning
wouldn’t last long. She refused to euthanize me.
To get the inhaler I had to walk on streets covered in ice as Boise is not familiar with salt unless one is downtown. Salt has apparently been banned in areas where homeless people walk. As I was on the phone talking to the haughty secretary at the Interfaith Sanctuary admin. offices I fell. I said fuck when that happened and she was clearly disturbed by it. Yea I will probably swear anytime I fall on the ice Ms. Haughtiness. So I make it finally and get the inhaler. Then I sat at the library a while trying to warm up and rearrange my backpack. I have not had any bathroom surveillance since I posted about it on FB, interesting.
Then I leave the library a little later than normal as I had fallen and hurt my back more and was very cold. I carefully cross the streets especially if it is dark as they have the most egocentric assholey people driving cars here you have ever seen. I am almost hit by someone every day. People who ride bikes here are in a great deal of danger. I was almost to the middle of an intersection when out of nowhere a car comes way to fast right for me. I could hardly see it so I realized later the headlights must have been off. I tried to jump out of the way sure there was no way I would not be hit and she was going to fast I could easily have died. I was wearing a heavy backpack so I fell backwards right in front of the car and was sure she would run right over me. Fortunately, she finally looked and stopped just in the nick of time. I was lying in the street and began screaming, “Do you people in this city every look, do you know what a cross walk is, you almost killed me…if my laptop is broken.” I was then hysterical as I have almost been hit by a car nearly every day I have been in Boise, it’s way worse than the drunks of Alaska, simply due to egocentric assholes. And what the hell is wrong with the police who do nothing about this, it is a well-known problem.
She never once asked if I was OK, she just said, “I’m sorry" and took off. Considering the headlights being off and the speeding she may have been impaired. So my hands are frozen and I can’t write down the license plate. I kept repeating it over and over. I also could not tell what kind of car or the color due to the darkness. Then later could not remember one of the streets right. I am so sick I should be in a hospital it is a wonder I can stay upright. The dispatcher was not very receptive to my complaint. I was very upset, then she kept talking and I could not accurately remember the license plate number, the first 3 numbers I am sure about. I was also hurt more, even with pulled abdominal muscles as well as more back muscles, carrying a heavy backpack. I expected a cop to come as I had almost been killed and certainly was hurt, but all I got was that one would call me. I got to the sanctuary late of course and then fooling with my frozen things outside took quite a while what with my spasming back and abd muscles. Then I had to wait a long time to get my electronics locked up. Then we have to check in and eat, then I took a shower due to being very ill and spasming muscles. I guess a cop called while I was showering and I did not hear the phone ring. But there were a couple more calls and I did not hear those, my ringer was on, the place is really loud. When I came in I told the guy who was on that I had almost been killed and that I was not liking Boise too much due to the brutal policies against the homeless. I said, “How many have they killed?” The only thing I live for is justice and anger at this point, that is what keeps me going. Fortunately, the guy who was on is Jeffry who is not a bully nor a psychopath, but bossy because he is the boss and that is a good thing. He enforces the rules evenly and not in an assholey way.
I am on a top bunk and managed to climb into it knowing I had to get up and pee again and brush my teeth, but I had to lay down. Right after my last I.C. (interstitial cystitis) pee and tooth brushing was lights out I was almost asleep when the lights came back on. Then I sit up and say, what the heck? The woman on the bottom bunk next to mine pointed at the top one next to me and she was hanging over the edge and there was puke everywhere. I had earplugs in so did not hear and I can’t smell anything right now. People went and got ear plugs sticking them up their noses and one was rubbing deodorant under her nose so it must have been bad. Poor Jeffrey had to come help her and cleaned up the mess. Of course he had to use bleach and then sprayed room deodorizer so then I was awake coughing all night from the chemicals, but not much choice there. Apparently there was a second round of puking that I slept through thank goodness.
Then this morning the bed numbers who were supposed to do chores in the women’s area should have been six, only three of us stayed to do them. So I am very ill and rather beat up and stayed to do my part while others took off. Nice. At least I did not have to deal with the Spiced up woman who bullies me in the storage shed daily this morning. On chore days one can’t get a place to sit unless arriving when the day shelter opens so that is why they don’t do chores. So I am at a coffee shop and before that ate something because I G.I. bleed easily and have to take Ibuprofen to survive today. I am nauseous but managed to eat. I was telling someone this morning what happened last night and they said please make trouble because there is a history of this kind of treatment from BPD. The guy that was on said this bike cop usually comes by in the AM so he would send him to talk to me. He never came and I was very slow getting done.
I called and made a request to speak with the Chief of Police and oh he is just too busy today. So I mentioned discrimination and life being cheap in Boise for homeless people. At one point the secretary asked me what officer came to talk to me, OH NO I WAS TOLD IT WOULD JUST BE A PHONE CALL! No one came to see me. My life is worth nothing in Boise Idaho. Assholes.
To get the inhaler I had to walk on streets covered in ice as Boise is not familiar with salt unless one is downtown. Salt has apparently been banned in areas where homeless people walk. As I was on the phone talking to the haughty secretary at the Interfaith Sanctuary admin. offices I fell. I said fuck when that happened and she was clearly disturbed by it. Yea I will probably swear anytime I fall on the ice Ms. Haughtiness. So I make it finally and get the inhaler. Then I sat at the library a while trying to warm up and rearrange my backpack. I have not had any bathroom surveillance since I posted about it on FB, interesting.
Then I leave the library a little later than normal as I had fallen and hurt my back more and was very cold. I carefully cross the streets especially if it is dark as they have the most egocentric assholey people driving cars here you have ever seen. I am almost hit by someone every day. People who ride bikes here are in a great deal of danger. I was almost to the middle of an intersection when out of nowhere a car comes way to fast right for me. I could hardly see it so I realized later the headlights must have been off. I tried to jump out of the way sure there was no way I would not be hit and she was going to fast I could easily have died. I was wearing a heavy backpack so I fell backwards right in front of the car and was sure she would run right over me. Fortunately, she finally looked and stopped just in the nick of time. I was lying in the street and began screaming, “Do you people in this city every look, do you know what a cross walk is, you almost killed me…if my laptop is broken.” I was then hysterical as I have almost been hit by a car nearly every day I have been in Boise, it’s way worse than the drunks of Alaska, simply due to egocentric assholes. And what the hell is wrong with the police who do nothing about this, it is a well-known problem.
She never once asked if I was OK, she just said, “I’m sorry" and took off. Considering the headlights being off and the speeding she may have been impaired. So my hands are frozen and I can’t write down the license plate. I kept repeating it over and over. I also could not tell what kind of car or the color due to the darkness. Then later could not remember one of the streets right. I am so sick I should be in a hospital it is a wonder I can stay upright. The dispatcher was not very receptive to my complaint. I was very upset, then she kept talking and I could not accurately remember the license plate number, the first 3 numbers I am sure about. I was also hurt more, even with pulled abdominal muscles as well as more back muscles, carrying a heavy backpack. I expected a cop to come as I had almost been killed and certainly was hurt, but all I got was that one would call me. I got to the sanctuary late of course and then fooling with my frozen things outside took quite a while what with my spasming back and abd muscles. Then I had to wait a long time to get my electronics locked up. Then we have to check in and eat, then I took a shower due to being very ill and spasming muscles. I guess a cop called while I was showering and I did not hear the phone ring. But there were a couple more calls and I did not hear those, my ringer was on, the place is really loud. When I came in I told the guy who was on that I had almost been killed and that I was not liking Boise too much due to the brutal policies against the homeless. I said, “How many have they killed?” The only thing I live for is justice and anger at this point, that is what keeps me going. Fortunately, the guy who was on is Jeffry who is not a bully nor a psychopath, but bossy because he is the boss and that is a good thing. He enforces the rules evenly and not in an assholey way.
I am on a top bunk and managed to climb into it knowing I had to get up and pee again and brush my teeth, but I had to lay down. Right after my last I.C. (interstitial cystitis) pee and tooth brushing was lights out I was almost asleep when the lights came back on. Then I sit up and say, what the heck? The woman on the bottom bunk next to mine pointed at the top one next to me and she was hanging over the edge and there was puke everywhere. I had earplugs in so did not hear and I can’t smell anything right now. People went and got ear plugs sticking them up their noses and one was rubbing deodorant under her nose so it must have been bad. Poor Jeffrey had to come help her and cleaned up the mess. Of course he had to use bleach and then sprayed room deodorizer so then I was awake coughing all night from the chemicals, but not much choice there. Apparently there was a second round of puking that I slept through thank goodness.
Then this morning the bed numbers who were supposed to do chores in the women’s area should have been six, only three of us stayed to do them. So I am very ill and rather beat up and stayed to do my part while others took off. Nice. At least I did not have to deal with the Spiced up woman who bullies me in the storage shed daily this morning. On chore days one can’t get a place to sit unless arriving when the day shelter opens so that is why they don’t do chores. So I am at a coffee shop and before that ate something because I G.I. bleed easily and have to take Ibuprofen to survive today. I am nauseous but managed to eat. I was telling someone this morning what happened last night and they said please make trouble because there is a history of this kind of treatment from BPD. The guy that was on said this bike cop usually comes by in the AM so he would send him to talk to me. He never came and I was very slow getting done.
I called and made a request to speak with the Chief of Police and oh he is just too busy today. So I mentioned discrimination and life being cheap in Boise for homeless people. At one point the secretary asked me what officer came to talk to me, OH NO I WAS TOLD IT WOULD JUST BE A PHONE CALL! No one came to see me. My life is worth nothing in Boise Idaho. Assholes.
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