Funny ? Story

The rehab center is also a warehouse for some of its inmates. It provides far from optimum care. I wanted Burt to be capable to move around once at home. To that end, I kept him there two and a half months.

Until recently, he still complained to people that “they didn’t tell you when you went in that you couldn’t leave til you graduated from PT.” (My locution.)

While there, he was moved from the covid floor to a general residency where he shared a room with one other patient. The staff on that floor tended to ignore patients, however, and have loud conversations with each other.

Burt tried to engage, but they were consistent in not answering him. I tried to intervene first directly with the CNA. The direct approach ended with an enraged aide saying, “If you think I am abusing your husband, tell the administrators,” as she pointed to the cameras.

I did not take the complaint higher than to the charge nurse, who said the aide was generally touchy.

The result? We were reassigned to a floor where the other residents were very unstable. The first night, there was constant screaming. Burt’s two roommates barely spoke but were clearly hostile.

I requested another transfer.

The floor on which we landed was allegedly one from which patients were sent home. Most of the inmates here, however, were permanent residents. I was generally the only visitor. It was sad and probably contributed to my decision to bring him home.

As I said, it wasn’t the time.