Last Friday Paula and I visited the showroom of the Alabama Correctional Industries. There have prisoners who construct furniture and make them available for non profits. Paula was shopping for her new library. But it got me to think of my interaction with prisons.
As an New york EMT we were often called to the "infamous tombs" the central jail of the city. The endless locked cages were impressive. It would often take us 15 minutes to get to the patient. The sound of the locks resetting them selves behind you is truly an eerie sound.
As an anesthesia student in San Francisco we rotated to San Quentin Penitentiary. My first patient was a huge man who had been convicted for ax killing his wife and her parents. We had to take out his tonsils.
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