Help Nana Get Home Please

 Being the Queen is  often wonderful, sometimes it is difficult.  Since my stroke in 2023, things have gone from hard to harder in no time.   Not only have I lost more than almost 3 years time, but I have missed my granddaughters dance recitals, but also Special Olympics, dances, dinners, family trips, vacations, school events, church programs, family gatherings, school photo days,  and funerals! On December 20, 2023 the grandchildren and I were baking cookies to send to family members when I suffered a stroke at home.  Thankfully the children knew what to do.  After calling 9-1-1 and giving the information to the dispatcher.  The children put our dog in the kennel, to keep it safe.  Within minutes our yard was filled with  neighbors,family, and people wishing me well and a fast recovery. Z and T my favorite grandchildren,  Who saved me after I had a stroke.  Had it not been for this quick acting duo,  I am not sure I...

I have spent more than a week in the Appling Behavioral Health unit in the small town of Baxley, Georgia.  It should be renamed "'Hell'".  And I am filing a case of fraud against the agency.  I still do not believe I should have been sent there.  I am in my right mind m filing and returned stronger and even more determined to find a small plot of land and a prefab home.  I had come here for physical therapy and to see the grandchildren more often.  And a doctor whom I have seen maybe three times for less than 30 seconds each time, put me on a 10-13, and had me forced into an ambulance, taking me hours from home.   I am still seeking legal advice. I had been marked as defiant, aggressive, and having assaulted my roommate.   As I was spoken to in terms that can only be described as scolding a small child, during our first meeting, it was told to me that since I had called the governor, senators, and the ombudsman, they were preparing for m...

Day 2 -of Wearing the same clothes T   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...

 Around here, there are what some call Wanderers; I simply call them Zombies.  After I watched one elderly woman. Bump into my side table over and over again. After dumping my container of art pens and pencils on the floor, but acted like nothing happened. Just bump, bump, bump against the table while seemingly sound asleep. Not only one visitor came into our room that night.  There were two more. One is in a wheelchair and another a walker.  The wheelchair lady was rolling around, eating toothpaste. The walker seems intrigued by a picture of my grandchildren.  Such is life here in the nursing home, late at night. I would be sitting in the dark, but I keep the television on to drown out the screams from women having nightmares and men dreaming about their past childhood adventures.  But the late-night talk shows drown them out.  Sadly, I do expect that the only thing that calms me at night is.  It could also be the exact cause of all the zombie gu...

 Still here in the Nursing/Rehab center.  I woke up to three different Zombies in my room last night. Since this is a non-restraining unit, the zombies walk into other rooms, stealing belongings all the time. One my 'grandchildren's photos has been missing for weeks.  I don't care if they are eight or eighty-eight, come in my room, you will be playing the game of "fool around and find out". Things on bedside tables tend to disappear.  One morning, my phone and glasses were gone. A CNA found them in a room 7 doors down from mine, a Zombie, must have taken both together.      While I am grateful not to be sleeping under a pile of cardboard. But the Zombies here are out of control. I am still waiting and working on my GoFundMe to build a small home or pole barn.  The biggest issue I am facing is that the code o rdinances regarding property sizes, particularly concerning minimum lot sizes and building footprints, are commonly used in zoning regulation...

As the grandchildren and I were making Christmas cookies, I suffered a stroke.  Turns out I was in great hands.  My grandchildren were well-trained in emergencies,   Zoie calmly phoned 9-1-1 and gave the address like a pro, not a small child. Toby gathered our dog and put it in the kennel. All children should be able to provide their address and the type of emergency. And this began my 16-plus months of attempting to go home. If my two little heroes had not helped me, I might not be here. So when I say my favorite heroes don't wear capes, I mean they wear book bags instead. These two are waiting for me to come home.  I have missed so much.  I have missed church, dance recitals, learning to ride their new bikes, new dresses, playing outside, our dog had to be re-homed, the Fourth of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.  I have missed  Special Olympics and coaching my little teams to victory, and going to the movies. I have spent days on bi...