Monday, October 21, 2013

My health adventures part 4...

It didn't take long for me to realize what a shit-hole (excuse my french,no other word does it justice) the home was. I experienced watching these people ignore elderly patients, refuse to give them their meds, scream at them. They really couldn't stand me, I was coherent and observant.

They had started giving me a pain pill that I knew I wasn't suppose to take (it would damage my liver further) so I argued with them about it. Then they "threatened" to call the doctor, so I picked up the phone and called for them . Yep, he said I was NOT to get that medication  and couldn't believe they were giving me medications that I had been on all the way back in December, not the ones I was prescribed in March.

I was in the home until April, that's when my insurance ran out and I was ready to run out the door. So, they I had a choice: go home still unable to walk or stay with them. They would take my disability check every month, then bill me for the difference. So, my check is $853 a month and it cost $210 a day to be there. No need to do the math there. I weighed my chances and decided that I was sick of having the life and joy and will sucked out of me by the vampires. I'd rather take my chances at home not walking, at least I'd be in a healthier environment. So home it was.

Needless to say, the director, etc. at the retirement home hated me.

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