Another week in county and suprisingly nothing to speak of. It has been a very uneventful past week or so. It has been so slow in county that we have resorted to tasing each other. See I have never been tased before.
I have been pepper sprayed during my academy but it is not mandatory to be tased during the academy. So I decided to have my partner tase me. It was a very strong almost "crushing pain". But i would rather get tased multiple times before getting sprayed once. While the pain is very bad from the taser, the effects are gone instantly.
Being sprayed is like constantly putting your face into a flame while gagging yourself.
TASE ME ANY DAY, JUST PLEASE DON'T SPRAY ME.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
December 11th 2008 (Fight with Inmate)
Today was a hell of a day, with an unexpected altercation. I went from enjoying the company of my partners, to fighting for control in a matter of seconds.
Story # 3: Fighting for Control
Today was a very slow day at county. My partners and I were all enjoying how slow it was, hanging out sharing stories about each others week.
One of are partners walked by on his way back to his work station, when an inmate walked out of one of the open cells that we were moving people from. This inmate yelled out to my partner that had just walked by "HEY BRYAN, YOU KNOW ME FROM THE STREETS!!!"
We were all kind of thinking the same thing, my partners name was not Bryan, so who was he talking to, and what was he talking about.
My partner that had walked by turned around and walked back toward the cell. On his way back toward the cell the inmate stepped out again and yelled "WHAT THE F**K YOU LOOKING AT, YOU WANNA DO SOMETHIN' OR WHAT?!!!"
At that time he took a swing at my partner and barely missed his head. My partner took a swing at him and it was blocked. By this time myself along with a few other partners had ran over, and we managed to take this 6'1" 260 lb Pacific Islander to the ground.
We all were trying to fight for control of this man but he would not give up and continued to be combative. Every time he got hit he would just say "WHAT" as if we couldn't hurt him. My partner to the left was hitting him with knees to the side, my other partner was hitting him with elbows to the side of the head, and my other two partners were hitting him with straight punches.
One of my partners ended up fracturing his hand on this guys head, and the guy ended up giving up after about 30 seconds of getting pounded on by 5 Deputies. We requested for him to put his hands behind his back and he finally complied.
In the end one deputy suffered two large cuts to his fist and a fractured finger. The inmate suffered two black eyes, one swollen shut, one cut under his eye, a busted lip, and one hell of an A** beating.
One thing I will never understand is, if you have a problem with law enforcement that's fine (even though you would call us if you or your family was getting hurt, or in danger), but why would you choose a time to fight a deputy when 6 of his partners are standing right behind him?
These are the type of guys that think all deputies and officers are worthless a**holes and punks until that time comes where you need us, then you want us to be your hero and come save the day. Some things I will never understand.
Story # 3: Fighting for Control
Today was a very slow day at county. My partners and I were all enjoying how slow it was, hanging out sharing stories about each others week.
One of are partners walked by on his way back to his work station, when an inmate walked out of one of the open cells that we were moving people from. This inmate yelled out to my partner that had just walked by "HEY BRYAN, YOU KNOW ME FROM THE STREETS!!!"
We were all kind of thinking the same thing, my partners name was not Bryan, so who was he talking to, and what was he talking about.
My partner that had walked by turned around and walked back toward the cell. On his way back toward the cell the inmate stepped out again and yelled "WHAT THE F**K YOU LOOKING AT, YOU WANNA DO SOMETHIN' OR WHAT?!!!"
At that time he took a swing at my partner and barely missed his head. My partner took a swing at him and it was blocked. By this time myself along with a few other partners had ran over, and we managed to take this 6'1" 260 lb Pacific Islander to the ground.
We all were trying to fight for control of this man but he would not give up and continued to be combative. Every time he got hit he would just say "WHAT" as if we couldn't hurt him. My partner to the left was hitting him with knees to the side, my other partner was hitting him with elbows to the side of the head, and my other two partners were hitting him with straight punches.
One of my partners ended up fracturing his hand on this guys head, and the guy ended up giving up after about 30 seconds of getting pounded on by 5 Deputies. We requested for him to put his hands behind his back and he finally complied.
In the end one deputy suffered two large cuts to his fist and a fractured finger. The inmate suffered two black eyes, one swollen shut, one cut under his eye, a busted lip, and one hell of an A** beating.
One thing I will never understand is, if you have a problem with law enforcement that's fine (even though you would call us if you or your family was getting hurt, or in danger), but why would you choose a time to fight a deputy when 6 of his partners are standing right behind him?
These are the type of guys that think all deputies and officers are worthless a**holes and punks until that time comes where you need us, then you want us to be your hero and come save the day. Some things I will never understand.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
December 11th 2008 (inmate Death)
This week has already been real busy. Let me let you guys know about what happened early this night.
Story #2: Inmate Death, Nurse Incompetence
While working today, a call went out over the radio for a "man down", meaning a nurse needed to respond to the indicated location. I responded to the floor and on the way up there it was put out over the radio that this inmate was not breathing.
I got to the floor went directly over to the cell he was in and discovered they now knew this man had no pulse, and still was not breathing.
I began scanning the body and discovered his feet were already purple, also his hands, lips and face looked the same.
The nurse were soon there, but these county nurses sometimes are very unreliable. It is well known amongst the deputies that if we are in any kind of medical trouble, don't let the nurses work on us, wait for paramedics, we don't mind if they work on the inmates, but definitely not us.
So for the first 6-8 minutes that the nurses are on seen, all they do is continue to try to find his pulse, at about the 9Th minute I suggest to the nurses "shouldn't you nurses perform CPR on this guy", and it was as if a light bulb turned on.
They spent 9 minutes with this man not breathing and his heart beating and could not figure out they needed to perform CPR. They begin doing the CPR slower than I have ever seen before(about 40 compressions a minute, should be 100 compressions a minute). This man was obviously not going to make it. I also took it upon myself to call for paramedics, because who knows how long until they would have figured that out.
At that point they tried to move this 6'2" 320 lb man, but he was stiff as a board. What this meant is this man had been dead for hours. So even though these nurses were un-qualified and if he had a chance they destroyed it, he was probably long gone before they got there.
I don't know what is worse, the skill level of these nurses, or that my deputy partners didn't find this man dead for hours.
Story #2: Inmate Death, Nurse Incompetence
While working today, a call went out over the radio for a "man down", meaning a nurse needed to respond to the indicated location. I responded to the floor and on the way up there it was put out over the radio that this inmate was not breathing.
I got to the floor went directly over to the cell he was in and discovered they now knew this man had no pulse, and still was not breathing.
I began scanning the body and discovered his feet were already purple, also his hands, lips and face looked the same.
The nurse were soon there, but these county nurses sometimes are very unreliable. It is well known amongst the deputies that if we are in any kind of medical trouble, don't let the nurses work on us, wait for paramedics, we don't mind if they work on the inmates, but definitely not us.
So for the first 6-8 minutes that the nurses are on seen, all they do is continue to try to find his pulse, at about the 9Th minute I suggest to the nurses "shouldn't you nurses perform CPR on this guy", and it was as if a light bulb turned on.
They spent 9 minutes with this man not breathing and his heart beating and could not figure out they needed to perform CPR. They begin doing the CPR slower than I have ever seen before(about 40 compressions a minute, should be 100 compressions a minute). This man was obviously not going to make it. I also took it upon myself to call for paramedics, because who knows how long until they would have figured that out.
At that point they tried to move this 6'2" 320 lb man, but he was stiff as a board. What this meant is this man had been dead for hours. So even though these nurses were un-qualified and if he had a chance they destroyed it, he was probably long gone before they got there.
I don't know what is worse, the skill level of these nurses, or that my deputy partners didn't find this man dead for hours.
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