A guy named Doug Phillips died yesterday. He was healthy and vibrant until the last 30-60 days, then he started going to medical complaining about chronic back pain. But they did little to nothing for him; they sent him back to his cell every time he went to sick call, telling him it was just old age. This went on for months. He went from active and outgoing to being in a wheel chair and depressed, to being in constant pain. On the day he died, he went to Medical and they made him wait for two hours until they finished doing pill line before they saw him. By then it was too late. (It is reported that Health Services staff were making fun of Old Doug, laughing saying that he was faking!)
I have been here since July 2025, I showed up with a documented broken right foot, as well as a torn tendon and a dislocated toe that stuck sideways and up. At my four previous stops before coming here, I had been scheduled to see a specialist. I filed grievances, requesting a medical hold until a specialist could at least set the toe in place. Nevertheless, I have been ignored. At this place, I have been rescheduled at least eight times and all I have been given is ibuprophen and a promise that “you’re on the list.”
I filed a BP-10 today with a copy of the copout from the doctor stating that my foot is broken, with a torn tendon and dislocated toe. They have been telling me for seven months that I’ve “been rescheduled.” We are cattle, to be herded, processed and slaughtered.