She looked at Mr. Vega’s real-world chart—the one the state never saw. In the last 90 days, he had gained six pounds of water weight. He was still dying. But slowly. And he had not set foot in an ER.
Her job: to scrub the
Her boss, the CMO, called it "pragmatic compliance." Carmen called it lying. But every time she "cleaned" an Angel, the hospital received a DSRIP check. That check paid for Mr. Vega’s actual heart medication. It paid for the volunteer nurse’s bus fare. It funded the shelter’s new air conditioner. dirty angels dsrip