I make a visit to the nurse. I get good news. Things are supposed to be moving forward. This is the first time we go to yard, I’ll get to use the phone and talk to Home. My wife has put money on my books and I’ll be able to buy food to contribute to the cell. I don’t understand why my wife can’t tell me what’s really going on. I think I have tuberculosis I’m put in a cell by myself or so I thought.