The stories of Lucas Bellamy and Brandon Clay Dodson show how easy it is to die a medically preventable death in U.S. prisons.
By John Kiriakou
Special to Consortium News
I’ve had a rough week.
Last Saturday I worked all day writing and gathering documents for a court case. It was a completely normal and uneventful day, and I went to bed at 10 o’clock.
At 2:05 am, my phone alarm went off to tell me that my blood sugar was too low, so I got up to get something to eat. I don’t remember getting downstairs, but I woke up half an hour later, lying on the kitchen floor after having passed out. I was soaked in sweat, as if I had taken a shower with my clothes on.
I have two housemates and I began calling for help. Unfortunately, nobody heard me. I tried pulling myself up, but I passed out again.
I woke up at 3:30 in the same place and began calling for help again. This time one of my housemates heard me. He came down, helped me onto the couch, and got me a soda to raise my blood sugar level.