True Incarceration by Inmate #2

I self surrendered Nov 1 for 3 years and a day for a crime I didn't commit. More on that later.
The address on the website takes you to the back gate you can't get in. I finally called the lawyer who called the the Uber driver with directions. I was told the website has been wrong for over 5 years. Neither here nor there.

I was put in a room called the bus stop (an observation room with large windows and 10 beds) on the 2nd floor of 1 North. I could barely walk because my hip was out - there are absolutely NO chiropractic services here. To get downstairs I have to use the elevator. There is a door controlling access to the elevator both on the floor and on the ground floor. I have been allowed through one door but not through the ground floor door so when I went back to my room the 2nd floor door was locked - literally locking me OUT of my room and I had to wait until the guard decided to let me up or down. Then some weekends the weekend guard would not unlock top or bottom door to allow me down to go to lunch - and at that time I didn't have much commissary so I was literally locked IN my room. The guard said if you want downstairs use the stairs...........UH NO! The 3rd day I was here I was in so much pain I absolutely could not walk without support. The unit guard that day went to the unit next door and got me a transport chair - has small wheels (no wheelchair wheels, no foot rests, brakes) but no one to push me so I stooped over and used the chair like a walker - still in serious pain and medical would NOT see me because it wasn't an emergency and they will NOT prescribe pain pills for ANYTHING!!. I had this chair until Dec 9th. The distance to the main building from the unit is over 1000 steps. EVERYTHING is in the main bldg, medical, laundry, cafeteria, commissary, optical, psychology, pill line, blood sugar check (story for another time), education, both libraries.........you name it - it is in the main bldg.

So if you have call out (appts (at their discretion and on their time) and they are hours apart you cannot go to the main bldg for one and wait for the next one - they will write you up (a shot) for being out of bounds - doesn't matter that you can't walk and can barely hobble. Three times someone in main line (the line up of officers - warden, health services, cafeteria boss, nutrition, compound, every dept has an officer in main line) would threaten to take the transport chair and just leave me hanging. Mrs. McMannis (head of health services) told me one day that the chair was unsafe and I told her if she took it I would be sitting right there until they figured something else out. One day she stopped me and told me to come to her office the next morning. When I got there she got on the phone with rehab services and got me an appt for 1:45 pm THAT day. I was given a walker - and with the vertigo and the hip I was happy with the walker but I was sent back to my unit to my room on the 2nd floor and limited access to services.  Computers, TVs, phones, unit offices, unit library, game room, and sports and news TV lounge are all on the 1st floor. So when I was locked upstairs I had access to NOTHING. The weekend guards were the worst because they would lock me out from lunch too. One guard said, I didn't know you were up here - and that is my fault? Isn't it her duty to know who is on her unit and the special conditions residing there? A few days ago they did some room shuffling and sent some people up to the second floor that need access to the elevators and they are pulling the same sh*t again - limited access to 1st floor. I was moved downstairs just before Christmas - I'll get you an exact date.  Isn't this considered cruel and unusual punishment? I don't think it was supposed to be part of my prison experience.

I tried to get an Form 8 to write a complaint but nobody (none of the counselors) seemed to be able to get me one and I was locked out of my email and phone for over a month (another story later) but I was literally locked out of communication capabilities during this whole episode. Life is better (if it can be in prison) than it was now that I am downstairs (somewhat).

I know this has been a roundabout explanation of this awful experience but the devil is in the details.