This one takes the cake. We’ll let her tell it in her own words. We will call her “Sue”.

“I collapsed again on San Carlos, but this time I woke up to terrible pain. My leg was at an awkward angle, but when I tried to straighten it the pain made me pass out again. The nurse said my blood pressure was only 65/45, so they were so concerned about that they refused to look at my leg.

They got busy giving me fluids trying to get my pressure up. Officer WATT was very kind fetching me water and fruit cups. When my pressure got to 100/60 Officer WATT told the nurses, ” Look at her leg”, but the nurses sent me back to my Bay with muscle rub for pain. I cried all night in severe pain.

The next day I was wheeled into medical where the nurse said, “Oh, it’s you again.” I told her I think my leg is broken. She had a brief conversation with provider JOHNS, who sent me to X-ray at Complex. Officer AVILA said I had to get pants on as I was in shorts. It took three inmates to help me put pants over my bruised and broken leg. The pain was unbearable.

Officer AVILA pushed my wheelchair to the Vehicle gate and left me in the hot sun. Transport officer GONZALEZ arrives in the regular van and demands I get in. I tell him I can’t get out of this chair, and he’ll have to come back with the wheelchair-accessible van. He grumbles and whines, but eventually gets the correct van.

At Complex x-ray my pain is nonstop as they move me on the slab to get the picture. I am literally screaming my head off. After that, I’m transferred to IPC instead of back to my Bay. That night I was given T3 for pain.

The next morning Dr. Ibham greets me with the news my femur is broken in two places and he’s called 911. Immediately in the hospital, I get an MRI and CT scan, then wheeled right into surgery. Anesthesia was my first pain relief in 3 days. The surgeon told me my surgery went well and that I have a titanium rod now, and he also fixed my knee.

One of the officers that sat in my hospital room was named Blake. This officer treated me with contempt at all times. Blake commandeered my TV remote that had the Nurse call button it. I had to beg her to let me use it for that purpose. When I couldn’t reach something like my water glass, and I asked her for help she always said, “That’s not my job.”

When I was discharged from the hospital, Officer Garcia parked my wheelchair 4 feet from the van, and said nastily, “Get in. I can’t help because I’m not allowed to touch you.” The surgeon ordered me not to put any weight on my leg. No stool, no walker, no cane…..she ordered me TO HOP ON ONE FOOT and get in the van. )Keep in mind I’m also shackled from head to foot.). When they realized the physical impossibility of it all, one officer got behind me and tried to lift my torso, while Officer Garcia took both my knees and jerked me up into the van sideways. I SCREAMED in pain and almost blacked out!

I don’t even remember getting back to Perryville. At the Vehicle gate, there was a discussion among the guards as to where I was going. They decided to deposit me at IPC, but when we got there the nurse said I wasn’t on her list. I begged her to let me spend the night as I knew they’d throw me back in my cube with no medication at all. She agreed because it was only 24 hours since my surgery.

The next morning the head nurse said the on-call doctors told her to send me back to my Bay because they had no “idea what to do with me.” So back to my bay I go, this time via the wheelchair-accessible van. The catch is, no one could get the lift to work properly. Eventually, a Sargent rigged it enough for transport, but the door was sprung. Again at the V gate, officer MARKEL stripped me out and refused to allow me any of my clothes or property or pain meds or KOPs. I spent the night in extreme pain.

The next morning, believe it or not, I go back to IPC. Officer SOTO wheels me to the gate. Officer NELSON comes over and says, “How’s it going” as he KICKS my wheelchair with his foot! I scream in pain, and to her credit, Officer SOTO said to NELSON, “What the hell are you doing, she has a broken leg!” Nelson said he was just “kidding around”, but this is the second time he’s kicked my wheelchair.

This time when I entered IPC, Dr. Ibham greeted me red-faced and fuming! He was so mad. He told me, ” I left specific instructions for you to be sent here to IPC after your discharge from the hospital. What were those #@%* people thinking! I swear this place is so f***up it makes my head swim!”. After he calmed down, he told me why I had been falling down all these many months. The medication I was given for night terrors, Prazozan, was famous for causing falls. It should never have been given to an elderly woman, and any “idiot” should have known better. I stayed 5 more days in IPC. When I get inventoried of all my belongings, there might be another story”