Medical Examiner 11-15-19

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NOVEMBER 15, 2019

AIKEN-AUGUSTA’S MOST SALUBRIOUS NEWSPAPER • FOUNDED IN 2006

PART 1 OF A SERIES BY JONATHAN MURDICK

Editor’s note: Our correctional nurse isn’t quite as fetching as the nurse on the cover of the pulp novel shown. Ours isn’t even a female. But our nurse has at least one exceptional advantage over the nurse at right: he’s real.

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hen I first stepped into the maximum security prison I was unsure of what to expect. Flashes of The Green Mile, Shawshank Redemption, and Cool Hand Luke came to mind, but they couldn’t have been further from the truth. I was greeted by some expected sights like cold cinder block walls, iron bars, metal detectors, and forceful gloved hands groping my body. Yes, nurses get forcefully frisked coming in and going out of the prison.   I was no stranger to dangerous situations: I spent over eight years working as an EMT and then in law enforcement as a deputy in a local county. I assumed being a prison nurse should be easy by comparison. You know what they say about assuming?   I cleared the secure entrance and was escorted through the administration facility into the “yard.” For any who might not know, the yard is the large open common area between all the housing dorms. I will never forget my first glimpse of the tiny metropolis that stretched out in the yard before me. Male inmates dressed in pink or tan (yes, I said pink) traveled in organized lines here and there like industrious ants. Housing units stretched all over the campus, and off to my left, loomed the dark tower known as “Max.”

You can only glimpse the dorm known as Max because it’s locked behind rows of chain link fence, concrete walls and barbed wire. It has no yard, no outdoor recreation, and a darkness that seems to seep out like a noxious gas.   The guard who was escorting me quickly brought me back to reality when I realized he had walked off and left me standing in the open yard surrounded by inmates. I rushed to catch up and was escorted to a building that resembled a pillbox turret. Windows into the block building were only 3-4 inches wide and the door was solid steel with a hazy Plexiglas window covered in iron, spit, and possibly a few other fluids. The guard pounded and after an agonizing wait I caught my first glimpse of scrubs. Inside this locked-down little building was a fully functioning medical unit complete with a prompt care clinic, pharmacy, emergency room, hospice ward, and long term care unit. Although I longed for a tour of this miraculous miniature medical ecosystem, I was immediately greeted by the director shouting for me to grab a jump kit and follow her. A bag similar to the a medical kit EMTs carry was thrust into my chest and we quickly sprinted across the open yard.   I remember the fear and hesitation

“I was soaked from chest to toes in blood and sweat.”

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