Brown underwear, a brown shirt and an orange jump suit to put on. from there, they took me to medical. a nurse guard was standing there as i walked in. he says to me, i need your arm. i said why? he comes at me with a syringe. he said all new inmates in the jail system have to take a tb test. you need to give me your arm. the amount of trauma that is like boiling up in me because i m thinking to myself, an hour ago was sleeping peacefully in my bed and now i m here in a jail system wearing a jump suit and an inmate number and i have no say whether or not this stranger is going to inject whatever substance into my body. i have no idea. so he takes my arm, slides the needle in and injects something and forms a bubble and tells me if it turns blue or purple, let somebody know. from there, they took me in to a room called intake evaluation. there was a stoic military guy sitting there asking me questions like are you suicidal,