Here, Medical rules, It was tough for the jailers in the beginning, having the 'token female' dictating what to do with some IM's, BUT, overall, they love us, and take very good care of us.
We are the only level 1 jail in the state to have 24/7 RN's (and Only RN's)...otherwise the jailers used to pour and pass medication. Now, if there's an emergency, (for the nurse who's coming in) and there's no nurse, the nurse who works the shift before has to pour the meds and the jailers pass them. Before the nurses came in 24/7, the jail had all of the liquids in gallon bottles. (cough syrup, mylanta, etc) WWWEEELLLLLLLL, there was an order for 10cc of cough syrup, the jailer measured it out, gave it to the IM in a little paper cup, and the IM belched this "big, brown bubble"--turned out the jailer gave him betadine. WWWOOOOOPPPPPPSSS!! IM was 'cleaned out', but otherwise OK.
They're terrified of a repeat.
Thus, in 1999, the medical program was revamped. It was tried, tweaked, some things and ideas were kept, others discarded, we're still growing. (and learning) we are constantly changing and rewriting policy. Thankfully, we have an awesome health department director AND police chief who puts up with us.
The jailers accompany us wherever we go and we get along well. I also acknowledge the good job that they do and that I wouldn't want to do it, looking at stripped IM all day long. Of course, I back them up, if there's an IM they want to get rid of, I can usually find a medical reason to do so. We have a 'it's THEM (the IM'S) against US (the staff)" attitude, and like a family, we get the job done. I tell them, my first priority is my nursing license, my second priority is that 'my' jailers and cops ALL go home safely after watch.
I protect them, advise them, fix their boo-boo's, check their BP's, listen to their tales of the family problems, medicate their headaches and colds, give flu shots, keep records of exposure, and truly love them. In return, they protect me, watch my back, give me the heads up on whatever is going on in the city. They were there 7 months ago to support me and my sons, when my husband, (also a jail nurse here) suddenly died. I am fortunate to have them in my life.
Of course, like any family, this is not to say, there's NEVER a problem. There have been things said, misunderstandings, etc that needed to be addressed and worked through. But, I like to think I'm mature enough, that I can take (and give) constructive criticism. I try to nip things in the bud, BEFORE it goes up the chain of command and to internal affairs. Usually, I can. (But, not always) I try to remember that I have 2 ears and 1 mouth so I listen twice as much as I speak, but THAT doesn't always work out either.
For me, what helps, is that they know I'm not trying to hustle anyone, date anyone, break up anyones relationship, tell them how to run the jail, who to arrest, who to release, who to hire, fire, or promote. (unless it relates to a nurse) I'm trying to keep the city liability free, so the lawsuits are kept to a minimum and there's $$ when union contract time comes.
BUT, the most important part---I keep a HEFTY supply of chocolate in my office for coworkers who stop by.

and they love me. (they really, really, love me)
I'm sorry that all nurses don't have that experience. What are yours doing to drive you batty?