Stories Direct from The Inmates
Life in Perryville
48 hours on Closed Custody
We posted follow up information on this situation a couple of days ago (read it here). It took until today for this the first story in the saga to arrive.
By serendipity, meaning AIMS2 strikes again, a minimum inmate ends up on closed custody on Lumley. For our readers not familiar with the prisons’ terrible computer system, look in our archives for past stories. The one thing AIMS is famous for is LOOSING inmates.
“I’m waiting at the gate to be picked up in the usual van when this enclosed paddy wagon arrives. The female guard walks toward me carrying…. chains?? WTF. I’ve never been in chains for a simple transfer. So this gal motions for me to get in the back of the van. A non-padded rumble seat made for dwarfs. I could barely wad my 5’10 frame in this little box. It’s pitch black. Mercifully, it’s a 5-minute ride.
I get out of the van and ask the nearest guard, “where am I?”, he says “Closed custody yard”. “What!?” I sputter…”I only have 9 points, what am I doing here??”. Quickly I email my attorney, and she writes back that “they just realized you weren’t supposed to be there.”. DUH.
Then my attention was grabbed by three inmates descending on me in my room. They were armed with spray bottles and said they were there to “clean my room”. What they really meant was, “We’re here to clean you out of all your stuff.”. Fortunately, all they were able to swipe was a black state-owned blanket before I was able to slam the door.
I’m sitting on my bunk feeling miserable, my nose full of smoke from the vent. (closed custody only gets out an hour a day…maybe) Then I decide this is an opportunity to report on what goes on here! I can make use of my time while waiting for the cavalry to arrive.
So far I’ve learned they treat these gals worse than dogs. How can a person function without any stimulation for 23 out of 24 hours? For the last 48 hours, I’ve heard nothing but yelling from the guards, and the women being marched everywhere.
It’s a miserable existence. Then I start interviewing the officers. I ask, “What Covid cleaning program do you have here?”. (answer) ” It’s like Covid never existed here.”
“Don’t you have a deep cleaning at least once a week like on Carlos?” I ask. “Well, we can’t let the inmates clean their own room, because they might try to commit suicide with the cleaner by ingesting it,” he says. !? I think to myself that suicide is probably an ongoing problem here.
That’s what I have so far readers….I got to take a couple more hits on my rescue inhaler now.”
Retaliation?
We’ve been getting messages about an inmate who has been transferred from her “home” unit to 48-hour closed custody on Lumley. She has been there now for 4 days. At least 1 email didn’t make it past the DOC censors but these did. Here is what we’ve heard in her own words.
“Day 3, the Looney Bin”
Lumley’s closed custody yard. “I’ve been called to medical because of my shortness of breath. I have to be escorted there too! The yard is littered with cages…of every kind and description… but cages. I’m with three other women, as we are locked in a medical waiting room (cage). Two gals come up to me and ask, “Have you had the Covid test?”. I answered yes, then she went on to tell me, ” We don’t think it was a test…we KNOW they put implants into our brains to help the aliens.”. It’s a good thing I had on a mask and sunglasses so they didn’t see my face. Oh my. I ask the guard where maximum custody is…she says “This is it, it don’t get no higher, even Jodi Areas is on a better yard. Death row is here”. (gulp) I guess I finally pissed off the DOC writing to this blog.
“Day 4 Dachau/ otherwise known as max custody”
This is definitely a scary place for a 70 year old minimum with no tickets. I haven’t been able to make a phone call, make an appointment with a COIII, or see anyone in authority to get the hell out here. Retaliation is a bitch
About 10 minutes ago – it appears she has been “sprung from Hell.” We are hoping she will be able to provide more information soon.
Tiffany’s Cancer Travail
Another botched diagnosis, with accompanying malpractice, by DOC’s medical provider. We’ll let Tiffany tell her own story. She had the foresight to compile a diary.
“In April of 2020, I noticed a lump in my right breast. I immediately put in an HNR to have it examined. The nurse and the provider both palpated the breast and proclaimed that it was “just fatty tissue”. Four weeks went by and this lump had grown much larger, so I put in a 2nd HNR. In May I was seen by the provider again, and she still thought it was fatty tissue, but because of my age (38), she sent me out for a mammogram and ultrasound (5-22-20). Those scans called for an immediate biopsy on 6-9-20. On 6-11-20 both providers called me into the office to inform me I had “invasive ductal carcinoma”. I broke down and cried my eyes out.
On Aug. 5th, I was in a daze when they wheeled me into surgery for a double mastectomy. I spent five weeks in the prison “hospital” (IPC). There the “nurses” incorrectly handled my drainage tubes, did not change my bandages often enough, and I got an infection. By the first of Sept, my incision site was hot, red, with foul-smelling pus coming out. The IPC nurses said that was normal! Fortunately for me, I was scheduled for a follow-up appointment at Banner on Sept 2nd.
The OB/GYN that examined me was shocked. She said I had cellulitis and sepsis, and immediately ordered an antibiotic IV for me. She had a few choice words for the IPC “care” I had been receiving. I was returned to IPC with orders for five different antibiotics, that lasted until Oct.1st! At this time I was put on a chemo pill because my “heart was not strong enough for a port” chemo. Then there was more bad news. The real doctor at Banner said I needed a complete hysterectomy! I’m also scheduled for a “top redo” because of the nurse infection….. I don’t know which one they are going to do first. They decided to release me from IPC and send me back to my “cube” at San Carlos. Within a week of returning to Carlos, I suffered 5 seizures. I despair of my chances.
I’m due to be released from prison on July 6th, but I don’t know if I’ll make it.”
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