Despite the Risk of Eviction From My Skilled Nursing Rehab Cemter

Day 2 -of Wearing the same clothes

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 While I would love everyone to believe I am living my best life here in the Lollipop Guild. The opposite is true. At the risk of being evicted from this place and having my fundraisers stopped, I am going to tell you the real reasons you should never put a loved one in a rehab/skilled nursing health center.

First, the grubbiness, just sheer grime. Nothing that some regularly mopped floors would not take care of, but the wall edges and corners of crud. Shower shoes are highly suggested. Where I am 50 to 65 asses are washed on every given day. But, I have only seen with my own eyes a shower cleaned only once in 1 year and six months. And when I say the towel used to scrub the floor was filthy enough to make you puke, I mean it, and I did. Now, since I can not afford shower shoes, I wear socks in the shower and throw them away afterwards. Since many skilled nursing and rehabilitation healthcare centers are not allowed to restrain patients, there is a high number of falls. Out of beds, out of wheelchairs, off of tables, out of slings. We call these wanderers or zombies. Not a favorite term of the medical providers, but adequate for dementia patients, who can not open doors or dresser drawers, but will walk in the dark into your dresser and continue to bump it until they are turned in a different direction. The only way to keep your personal belongings is to put everything away every night and every time you leave the room. I have had my grandchildren's pictures come up missing, my snacks taken, colored pencils, Christmas cards, at least 3 pairs of pants brought to me by my sister, 6 more pairs from the Chinese store with free shipping, 7 shirts, two pairs of shoes, my sandals, .and 8 pairs of 10 in the package of underwear. Plus, my newest bifocal glasses. The rule being, if they can steal it, they will. But they should not be restrained just because they permanently borrow things from others. But don't ever, never complain. That can get you sent to s behavioral care center, or as it is called here, the "Funny House", with the joke being on you! Lastly, the food, oh my God. I told a friend, "I wouldn't feed the slop to my dog." I got into serious trouble over that one! I had my meal taken and put in the corner, like a naughty child, and not the 60-year-old woman.

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