Thought I'd share a war story from my days as a correctional nurse.
My first corrections job was in a large county jail. I worked 3-11 shift. When I came on duty, one of my first tasks was to pick up health screening forms from the booking officer in booking. This was just a questionnaire, but it gave me a basis for asking more detailed questions when I did the official health intake that evening. We did the health intakes in the evenings because these guys had either already been to court or were arrested after court and were unlikely to make bail before the next day. State law was we had 24 hours to get these done, so we did them in the evenings.
If they didn't bail out, they'd see a PA within 7 days for a full physical.
When I did the health screening, I'd get a set of vital signs, height, weight, do a TB skin test (PPD), and ask about any health problems they had, including getting a list of medications. If the inmate had a serious or chronic health problem that needed meds, I'd put them down for doctor's sick call the next morning so the doc could write the necessary orders. If I didn't think he should wait that long, I'd call and get a phone order.
We had a lot of diabetics. Most were on oral tablets, and would get a diabetic dinner tray. If they were on insulin, they would get a snack in the evenings. I drew up their insulin for the next day every evening, and put it in a refrigerator in the master control pod so the medication aides (CO's who moonlighted for Medical passing meds) could get to them. The inmates had to sign for their medications, no matter what they were, so we could keep track of whether or not they were compliant. Inmates were not allowed to keep meds in their cells at this jail (other jails have different rules).
I started getting some phone calls transferred to me from some woman who claimed to be the girlfriend of one of our Immigration detainees (our jail had a contract with the INS to house illegals). I explained to her over and over that I could not discuss his medical issues with her over the phone (he was an insulin dependent diabetic) because of privacy laws (HIPAA), but that any medication the doctor ordered he would get. I also told her if the inmate had a question or concern, he could submit a request to the Medical Department to see either the doctor or nurse, and that I made daily rounds on the blocks where he could ask me any question related to his medical needs and I would talk to him without charge (inmates paid $4 to see the doctor or nurse for sick call unless we initiated the visit). He had never done either of these things, btw.
It got to a head one evening when I was up in booking chatting with the booking sergeant. We were friends, and if things were slow in Medical I'd hang out there and chit chat with the officers and the cops. The phone rings, and the sergeant hands me the phone.
Me: Hello?
Female1 (F1): Yes, is this the nurse?
Me: Yes, how can I help you?
F1: I'm Ms. Blahdyblah with Senator Big Time (and she was and is still a very big wig in the US Senate) office. I've received a complaint from one of her constituents that Mr. Inmate is not receiving proper medical care at your jail, specifically that he is not being given his insulin.
Me: Well, ma'am, I can't discuss the particulars of any inmates medical care over the phone. However, I can assure you that all diabetics in this jail are followed by the jail physician who orders the appropriate medical treatment for their diabetes, including insulin if so indicated, and that those inmates do indeed get both their medications and an appropriate diet tray order to meet their caloric needs.
F1: Yes, but are you giving Mr. Inmate his insulin?
Me: Ma'am I can't discuss his medical care with you. He hasn't given me permission to do so.
F1: The Senator is very concerned that a resident of her state is not receiving the proper medical care.
Me: Ma'am, if he has been ordered medication from the physician then he gets it. But I can't discuss the particulars.
This is when the GF starts screaming into the phone, "BULLSHIT!!!!eleventy!! You're not giving him his insulin or his snack, you people are shit!"
Here's where I get really mad Ms. Blahdyblah didn't bother to tell me that this was a conference call. I had no idea GF was on the line until her outburst.
Me: Ms. Blahdyblah, I am going to end this conversation. This woman is not a relative of Mr. Inmate, and I cannot discuss the particulars of his health care with you, her, or anyone else over the phone. I'm also going to report this call to my superiors. I don't appreciate this little stunt of yours. *click!*
I did report it to the doctor and the major (Head of Security) but never heard any more about it after that.
Boy was I pissed, though.
My first corrections job was in a large county jail. I worked 3-11 shift. When I came on duty, one of my first tasks was to pick up health screening forms from the booking officer in booking. This was just a questionnaire, but it gave me a basis for asking more detailed questions when I did the official health intake that evening. We did the health intakes in the evenings because these guys had either already been to court or were arrested after court and were unlikely to make bail before the next day. State law was we had 24 hours to get these done, so we did them in the evenings.
If they didn't bail out, they'd see a PA within 7 days for a full physical.
When I did the health screening, I'd get a set of vital signs, height, weight, do a TB skin test (PPD), and ask about any health problems they had, including getting a list of medications. If the inmate had a serious or chronic health problem that needed meds, I'd put them down for doctor's sick call the next morning so the doc could write the necessary orders. If I didn't think he should wait that long, I'd call and get a phone order.
We had a lot of diabetics. Most were on oral tablets, and would get a diabetic dinner tray. If they were on insulin, they would get a snack in the evenings. I drew up their insulin for the next day every evening, and put it in a refrigerator in the master control pod so the medication aides (CO's who moonlighted for Medical passing meds) could get to them. The inmates had to sign for their medications, no matter what they were, so we could keep track of whether or not they were compliant. Inmates were not allowed to keep meds in their cells at this jail (other jails have different rules).
I started getting some phone calls transferred to me from some woman who claimed to be the girlfriend of one of our Immigration detainees (our jail had a contract with the INS to house illegals). I explained to her over and over that I could not discuss his medical issues with her over the phone (he was an insulin dependent diabetic) because of privacy laws (HIPAA), but that any medication the doctor ordered he would get. I also told her if the inmate had a question or concern, he could submit a request to the Medical Department to see either the doctor or nurse, and that I made daily rounds on the blocks where he could ask me any question related to his medical needs and I would talk to him without charge (inmates paid $4 to see the doctor or nurse for sick call unless we initiated the visit). He had never done either of these things, btw.
It got to a head one evening when I was up in booking chatting with the booking sergeant. We were friends, and if things were slow in Medical I'd hang out there and chit chat with the officers and the cops. The phone rings, and the sergeant hands me the phone.
Me: Hello?
Female1 (F1): Yes, is this the nurse?
Me: Yes, how can I help you?
F1: I'm Ms. Blahdyblah with Senator Big Time (and she was and is still a very big wig in the US Senate) office. I've received a complaint from one of her constituents that Mr. Inmate is not receiving proper medical care at your jail, specifically that he is not being given his insulin.
Me: Well, ma'am, I can't discuss the particulars of any inmates medical care over the phone. However, I can assure you that all diabetics in this jail are followed by the jail physician who orders the appropriate medical treatment for their diabetes, including insulin if so indicated, and that those inmates do indeed get both their medications and an appropriate diet tray order to meet their caloric needs.
F1: Yes, but are you giving Mr. Inmate his insulin?
Me: Ma'am I can't discuss his medical care with you. He hasn't given me permission to do so.
F1: The Senator is very concerned that a resident of her state is not receiving the proper medical care.
Me: Ma'am, if he has been ordered medication from the physician then he gets it. But I can't discuss the particulars.
This is when the GF starts screaming into the phone, "BULLSHIT!!!!eleventy!! You're not giving him his insulin or his snack, you people are shit!"
Here's where I get really mad Ms. Blahdyblah didn't bother to tell me that this was a conference call. I had no idea GF was on the line until her outburst.
Me: Ms. Blahdyblah, I am going to end this conversation. This woman is not a relative of Mr. Inmate, and I cannot discuss the particulars of his health care with you, her, or anyone else over the phone. I'm also going to report this call to my superiors. I don't appreciate this little stunt of yours. *click!*
I did report it to the doctor and the major (Head of Security) but never heard any more about it after that.
Boy was I pissed, though.
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