You are NOT alone
Hospitals are a place that I never want to go. I know that they are supposed to heal you, the doctors and nurses anyway but for the past 13 days my mom has been in the hospital and it was an and still is an experience that is driving me batty. She went to the hospital for one thing and during her stay at the hospital she fell and broke her hip so on top of the thing that she went there in the first place for she has to now deal with a hip replacement surgery that she didn't need until she came there. Not to mention the rehabilitation process at the skilled nursing facility, which in my opinion is a fancy word for nursing home. I don't have a good view of those either.
When I was younger we lived down the street from a nursing home. The sign on the outside of the building simply said "Nursing Home" no fancy name just that so you knew what it was before you even went in. They were not leaving anything to your imagination. My sister and I used to passed it every time we went to the movies. The movie theater was across the street and the nursing home was right on the corner. So, you really couldn't miss it if you tried. I used to feel so sad for the people in there because they would sit near or by the window and they would look so sad all the time. It was like someone just pushed their collective wheelchairs to the window to let them look out at the world that they will never be a part of again. Nobody ever smiled always just sad faces. I used to smile and wave to them. I figured that was the least I could do and on Christmas I used to go there and hand out home made cards and little gifts, like socks and scarves. I couldn't afford much but I would save my allowance and later money from working over the summer when I was a teen. It made me sad that only a few of them had family that actually came to check on them on a weekly basis and the rest seemed to have been forgotten. I wanted them to feel like they had not been forgotten at least not by me.
That was my first impression of a nursing home and later my step grandmother had her mom in a nursing home for a while and then she brought her to live with her and my grandfather for the last few months of her life. I vowed from that day on that I would never put anyone I loved in a nursing home.
Now, my mom has to go to one for rehabilitation. I called this nursing home today and probably asked more questions then the law allowed but I had to. I had to know and tomorrow I have to see. I will be at the nursing home every day to check on my mom until she comes out in about 2 weeks. She will know that there is someone watching over her and that she is not alone. They will know it too.
I hope that if anything ever happens to me like this that my son will do the same for me. I never want anyone to be alone.
When I was younger we lived down the street from a nursing home. The sign on the outside of the building simply said "Nursing Home" no fancy name just that so you knew what it was before you even went in. They were not leaving anything to your imagination. My sister and I used to passed it every time we went to the movies. The movie theater was across the street and the nursing home was right on the corner. So, you really couldn't miss it if you tried. I used to feel so sad for the people in there because they would sit near or by the window and they would look so sad all the time. It was like someone just pushed their collective wheelchairs to the window to let them look out at the world that they will never be a part of again. Nobody ever smiled always just sad faces. I used to smile and wave to them. I figured that was the least I could do and on Christmas I used to go there and hand out home made cards and little gifts, like socks and scarves. I couldn't afford much but I would save my allowance and later money from working over the summer when I was a teen. It made me sad that only a few of them had family that actually came to check on them on a weekly basis and the rest seemed to have been forgotten. I wanted them to feel like they had not been forgotten at least not by me.
That was my first impression of a nursing home and later my step grandmother had her mom in a nursing home for a while and then she brought her to live with her and my grandfather for the last few months of her life. I vowed from that day on that I would never put anyone I loved in a nursing home.
Now, my mom has to go to one for rehabilitation. I called this nursing home today and probably asked more questions then the law allowed but I had to. I had to know and tomorrow I have to see. I will be at the nursing home every day to check on my mom until she comes out in about 2 weeks. She will know that there is someone watching over her and that she is not alone. They will know it too.
I hope that if anything ever happens to me like this that my son will do the same for me. I never want anyone to be alone.
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