Sunrise will always remind me of my father, and the huge mistake I made by thinking that because a place looked good, they would actually be good.
I was there night after night when I got off work to do his laundry and talk with him, he did have dementia and I know that his truth may not be exactly correct.
What I saw with my own eyes, was not good at all.
They would give him his insulin, and then not take him down to dinner for a half hour, I know this because I would come in to find him in need of juice or whatever I could get my hands on to get him out of, the insulin shock or whatever they call it.
He was on oxygen at all times, several times he was brought back from lunch or dinner and after they got him in bed they would forget to hook up his oxygen, my brother came in the afternoon and found that a few times.
At night, late night there was no one to be found if something was needed, they had two people for 84 patients...two floors!!!
And the last thing, the final straw, he fell in his room on New Year's Day, I got a call telling me they were taking him to the hospital,he split his head open.
My husband went to the hospital, while I went to grab an oxygen tank from his room for when he was released, I was shocked when I came into his room and saw four 6-8 inch round blood spots they were trying to clean up spread out about every foot and a half! That is a lot of blood, how long had he laid there?
I saw one of the younger girls that worked there, she had always been very good to my father, I ask if she was the one that found him...to find out that another patient walking the halls found him, he had been there for quite a while, but she didn't know what to do till she finally saw a worker!
Needless to say, I pulled him out of that place and moved him to a private care place recommend by a place for mom.
My father is gone now, but every Christmas I think of him and how I let him down by trusting the manager and the assistant whatever she was, the very nice nurse but she was about 85, and the doctor there that saw my father one time,after I had to call there from my work to tell them that his fingers were blueish and his legs were totally swollen...when I was there the night before. Thats the first time he ever looked at him, they sent him by ambulance to the hospital.
I know it looks like a great place and some of the workers were wonderful, but you may want to rethink putting a loved one in this place... Unless they are in decent Heath. If he was going to be too much work for them, they should have let me know...and not just thought of the $$$$.
Lori Bennett Weston read more