My mother was there for 10 years and was afraid to move because she found it hard to adapt to…read morechange, so she stayed, as the service went downhill when the new owner took over in 2000.
My mother wasn't given her showers on such a regular basis that I deducted it from rent each month.
She remain lucid and I visited several times a week even during Covid ( me on her patio, masked and mom inside the screen door masked).
They began to let dogs live there and one big dog ran up to my mom growling, showing teeth and tried to jump on her as I was strolling her outside at the facility (she was in a wheelchair paralyzed on one side) I jumped in and saved mom while yelling at the dog and at the resident who owned it. Someone put their head outside their apartment and shouted that the dogs needed to be on leashes. When I brought up the matter to the person who ran the facility, I was told that I was mistaken and that it's a nice dog.
They also let violent memory care patients into the dining room and the assisted living facility who would shout obscenities at the chef and strike terror in the residents.
Food wasn't delivered for up to an hour so mom commonly returned to her room without a meal. I kept her fridge stocked with healthy items so she could still be nourished.
Meds were such a mess, I won't even start.
They had the wheelchair residents mailboxes at a height of 6 foot so they had to dangerously try to stand, unlock their mailbox and retrieve their mail. When I tried to resolve this, they gave a different mailbox, lower, that mom could reach, but then ended up renting that corresponding room, they removed my moms name from that mailbox and they had the mail given to the receptionist (who sometimes delivered it, not always). Some important mail could not be delivered without an actual mailbox and that's when it came to my attention. I heard other residents struggle to try to reach the height of their mailbox.
Once in the middle of the night, mom fell in her bathroom, breaking her arm, and Powell Valley didn't contact me. I found out when I talked to mom the next day after she had returned from the hospital! Another time, the maid, in changing the bed linens put her metal bedframe on her oxygen tube so that night when she couldn't breathe and was taken to the hospital. I discovered this as I was gathering things to take to her hospital room.
She had to wait for more than an hour for assistance to use the bathroom very often. Once, when she had diarrhea, and had been waiting over an hour, and was crying when an aide (not assigned to mom's room) popped in to say hi. This particular aide was mom's friend and she immediately called the aide station to tell them to "get someone down here immediately" to help my mom. Someone came reluctantly.
They let a mental patient live next door to my mom who made threatening remarks to her often. I brought this up but it fell in deaf ears.
I do need to say that there were some wonderful individuals who I trusted and mom and I both loved, but the overall place was run horribly.
Theft, losing clothes, wrong meds given, showers not given, bathroom assistance not dependable, Covid shots discontinued without notice, I wouldn't be informed when there were Covid cases in the building, they didn't require residents to mask during the height of the pandemic; these were just a small sampling of the problems. My goal was to try to keep my mom safe and them honest in what they had promised. I was on a first name basis with the state ombudsman. My mom was lucid and had family checking in constantly, I can't imagine what it's like for less fortunate residents.