posted on Jul, 27 2012 @ 11:42 PM
I've been reading through the entire thread. Some very good suggestions have come up:
Scopalamine, Thorazine, Vicodin, Sleep deprivation, psychiatric disorders.
It seems to me nobody in this thread has any experience at all being in James Holmes jail slippers
and apparently no first hand knowledge of various drugs that are legally and commonly prescribed.
I've been there so let me add that his court room appearance is very highly likely from
sleep deprivation, hunger, and dehydration.
When I went to jail I was running on about four hours of sleep before I got to jail.
Maybe 12 hours of sleep total in three days. I was programming and preparing (downloading/installing/costumizing) lots of software to send a friend
on top of
my child being sick which kept me up checking on her every hour for the whole week.
That night in jail I was given "food", my first meal in 24 hours.
It consisted of two thumb sized pieces of lettuce and a putrid chunk of tomato absolutely
saturated in some kind of oil, I could not even chew it it was so vile.
Also I was given a cookie.
I barely manage to eat that stale piece of concrete and sugar without losing any teeth.
That night I slept maybe ten minutes at a time before waking up, the air conditioning
constantly blowing hot AND cold air on my body caused constant muscle spasms.
I could not escape it since it was posted that it was a crime to interfere with the air conditioning.
I could see many thick layers of toilet paper had previously been used to attempt to block the airflow.
I have three points of my spine out of alignment with damage and an shoulder injury.
This A/C amounted to torturous discomfort for eight solid hours.
The next morning I was given about 1/8th of an ounce 100% artificial egg.
With some urine dilution called apple juice.
Not a single item of so called "food" tasted like anything other a dillution of chemicals and water.
The jail house patrons who had prior experience in the jail wolfed that garbage up.
I barely got a helping into me I could not take more than one sip of the 'apple juice'.
Apple juice, by the way causes dehydration.
Some hours pass and I'm carted off to the courthouse.
Handcuffs are so tight I can not even feel my fingertips. I pace in my holding cell because if I sit
down I can feel the pain spasming through my body from the last nights ordeal and the increasing
damage being done to nerves in my wrists, all while waves of exhaustion wash over me
with each pulse of my heart which promps vertigo like nausea.
About two hours of waiting and its an hour after lunch and I'm finally given a 'ham sandwhich' that has been crushed in someone's fist.
I attempt to eat it, but reaching my mouth with my hands caused instant spikes of pain
through my wrists and the meat is rancid, the dough must be two weeks old its so stale.
Then I'm taken into the hallway, sat down and told to sign papers, told that I'll not see my family for a year, maybe more. My family is my life, I
have nothing else to live for.
I break down and cry and they look at me like ...well like they are machines and they do not
understand human emotion at all. I don't sign their paperwork.
They send me back to my cell where I am on my knees devastated, my life is over, there is no future.
When they take me into the courtroom I am a total wreck, bawling my eyes out.
I just about run out of tears, or so I thought.
I barely make it to the stand to hear the charges. I'm numb, drained to emptiness.
Shoot me, stab me, punch me, kick me, I wont feel, I'm already dead inside...or so I thought.
Judge says some bla bla bla to me. Then my wife is allowed to speak.
She gets three words out and then just breaks down crying.
Well thats it, thats the death star strike against my world that has no weapons.
Those tears I thought I had none of, flow like the Niagra Falls.
My heart is in my throat, my stomach has bottomed out and I can barely stand up.
Again the courthouse employees look at me like I'm some math problem that can't be computed.
The way you look at James Holmes, like its an act.
Apparently persons who work in a courthouse don't have a freakin clue what jail is actually like.
Like many of you they think its a luxury hotel.
Its not. Its an institutionalize toilet where your humanity is flushed.
There's lots more to the story with the drug angle which is meaningful to this case.
But I hope this long personal tale gives you a glimpse into the possible reasons for the
'spaced out inattentive can't stay awake' person you saw in the courthouse.
I have a few characters left so I'd also like to point out the "belly ache".
In jail, being treated like an animal, your body's regular willingness to defecate is reduced.
Dehydration will also cause constipation and cause the belly aches.
So before you all say "glass shards in his food", think of the obvious "he needs to poop".
I also have a story about Constipation the Conqueror, but that is tale for another time.