A Day at the Hospital
In my last blog, I left you on my ride to the hospital. The C.O.'s who took me to the hospital were professional and polite. They were armed and wore bullet proof vests! I waddled into the front doors of the hospital in my leg irons and handcuffs and waited to be checked in. The other patients looked at me with obvious caution; they probably assumed I was some type of violent offender? Registration was a breeze and I was treated well by the hospital staff. I could not believe how good it felt to lay down on a real bed with a plush mattress and a pillow (no pillows at my prison). The orthopaedic surgeon came in and told me "no guarantees" as to the surgery He was about to perform. I told him I was confident that He would be successful. The nurse laughed and told the doctor "He better get it right" as this patient is a lawyer. I corrected her, "former lawyer". The surgery went well. I was chained up and out of the hospital by noon. I enjoyed the short ride back to prison although I was a bit out of it from the lingering effects of anaesthetic.
I had to go to medical to check back into prison. At medical, a controversy erupted because the surgeon used a metal splint to protect my finger. There was concern my metal splint could be made into a weapon. This controversy was resolved by me reporting to medical daily to establish the metal splint was still on my finger. There is a metal pin sticking out the side of my finger that will be there for a couple of weeks. It is inconvenient to say the least, and makes writing and typing difficult.
Back in prison after a few hours in the real world.
Ken Flaska
