Hi, my name is Krystal Clark. I’m from WHV here, Women’s Valley Prison in Ypsilanti.
I don’t even know where to start. I’m suffering with- I came here with a heart condition and asthma. Now I’m suffering with over seven different health issues. Um, I got thyroid issues. They denied my surgery. I’m suffering with mold, I’m allergic to the mold.
I went out to see a specialist. I’m allergic to it. They told them not to house me in here. I’m back in here and here with the black mold everywhere, barely can breathe. My face is twisted. Very hard for me to talk about it, so please bear with me. I lost my hearing in my right ear. My whole body is swole, very swole, [inaudible] or whatever they call it.
I can’t wear shoes really cause my feet is so swollen. I gotta wear slippers. I’m using a walker to walk. They told me I had one bacteria on my respiratory, on my lung. They been lying to me, I got more than one. I’ve been on so many, so many antibiotics.
Please bear with me. It’s bad here. The water is not safe to drink. Every time I drink it, and my body gets sick every time. I bath in it, I break out really bad.
Someone please help us. They denied my surgery to get the thyroid. I got it- the water coming out of my throat. They supposed to remove it, but they deny me. Every time it’s something to do with me, I get denied. I’ve been retaliated, my role get shooken down when I talk to people about this.
I get harassed. I tried to talk to the warden. He’s very aware of it. The doctors, very aware of this. They try to ignore it every time I mentioned about that I can’t breathe and they see my body break out into hives because of the mold. They don’t want to hear that. They tried to talk about something else. They are covering it.
This place is really killing me. My face, I don’t look nothing the same. My skin, even the nurses reported my skin is getting darker. My hair is falling all out. I can barely eat like, I can barely do anything.
I’m using a walker to walk. I can barely, barely do eating, and I can’t work, I won’t work. I just really need some help. I really need help. I’m just tired, and I’m scared to even, cause they listen to, if I have attorneys calling, they list destroy my calls. I get harassed and retaliated.
I’m fighting. It took me a minute to call and talk to someone because I’m scared to even talk to someone about it because of the way I get treated.
They told me, the nurses and the doctors told me I have more than one bacteria, I’ve been on antibiotics, but we have they finally just retested me seven days later, the [inaudible] is still in me when I was off antibiotics [inaudible]. My heart raced so fast every time I walk. It’s just a lot going on.
I can’t do anything. [inaudible]. I’m really dying. They are really killing me in here. And no one here, [inaudible], I had so many people, I talked to so many people about this. It’s like no one cares, like people talk about it one time and mention it one time and it’s done. I’ve been down eleven years, this year be my twelfth year, I never looked like this.
I don’t even want to be looking at myself. No one is talking about why my face is twisted, look like I had a stroke. They covered it. No one is trying to help me. If anybody out there, anybody, can help in here, I really need help. I’m dying in here, like my whole inside. My inside is like something eating in there, it’s like bugs. It’s terrible. It’s bad, and I’m taking so much medication. I just need help. I guess I really appreciate it for giving me this time to talk.
No one even cares, just take this medication, please take this, no I need to go to the hospital and have doctors help me in here. We can’t talk about some things because they don’t listen, they don’t hear us, they don’t want to hear us. They’re supposed to be doctors and nurses, they’re supposed to be here to help us. They don’t.
We can’t talk about certain things because every time I talk to the doctor he says, “Oh we can’t do this, the prison won’t let me.” What about my health, what about how I’m looking? He told me he looked at my picture and looked at me and admitted that I don’t look nothing the same. And I asked him, “What am I supposed to do? It’s killing me.” He told “It is,” I’m dying slowly. I just want to go home. I don’t want to die here. So many people have died here. They could have been saved.
It’s so hard for me to walk with this walker. This place is killing me. It’s killing me, like really affecting me, I be losing my memories, you gotta bear with me. I’m tired of them harassing me. I’m tired of my room getting shaken down.
I’m tired of the sergeants. I put paperwork all over, now I’m getting retaliated. It’s just a lot. I don’t even want to go to the chow hall, because every time he see me, he harasses me. I just need some help. The warden, every time I see him, he barely want to talk to me, he runs away.
If anybody can please help me, this place is [inaudible], it’s full of mold, feces, parasites in this place, they done covered it. Got medical records telling them I can’t get housed in it, they still got me in here. This place is so … I need some help.
They sent false information on my medical record when they see something wrong, the swelling, most of the time they say nothing is wrong and they know that they see it if it’s wrong. I don’t know what to do.
Just in here suffering, in here suffering. It’s so hard, so hard. I can’t sleep, can barely breath. It’s itchy. Can’t hear really. It’s just hard, so hard. I’m having bad memories here. I’m so embarrassed to talk about this.
My bowels, I told them I had to be admitted to the hospital because I couldn’t use the bathroom. I was bleeding, had blood clots, when I try to do my bowels, and I told them [inaudible] it’s blood clots, and no one doing nothing about it, nothing, anything. It’s just medication. No, I need to get to the hospital.
I know it’s someone out there that’s hearing my story, and you can hear me and understand me. My name is Krystal Clark, I’m at WHV, Women’s Valley, in Ypsilanti, inmate number 435064. Thank you.
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