Heritage Park Hall of Sunshine

 Part 1 of Dump The Drafts, continued from yesterdays post.

Heritage Park Rehab was next door to Blake Hospital and both less than 2 miles from home. I walked next door and ask for a tour, And was shown the bed and it looked so cozy. I decided for convenience to choose this home. 

The half room we were in was so tiny, I i had to put my chair where his tray is, shove the in the corner. After hour of sitting there, I escaped to The Sunny and oh so beautiful, Atrium Hall, which is how the Tour Started, from the front desk and down this hall to the cozy bed. 

The Tour was a carefully orchestrated LIE!

Each day while bob was in therapy gym, I sat with my feet up and enjoyed the view, making notes in a notebook of the HORRORS of this rehab home and writing down names and dates of the neglect i saw there over 20 days. I stayed long hours because they knew I was watching. It was the hours from 11 to 7, the dark nights were made darker by the neglect of the night aids.

I was thankful for this hall and for the many sweet patients I met and made friends with. The hall was full of them, dosing in the sun. For Privacy sake, there are no photos.

I made several good friends, 4 of them that I actually miss our talks.

Dorothy, across the hall from Bob's room was my 2nd escape and she gave me so much information on how and what and when to do things, she was a Wikipedia of info on Medical Needs and where to get them. Her husband died 2  years ago from cancer and was in a hospital bed at home for 6 months and then she got cancer and was in the same bed for 6 months. Her visit to this home was a fall that sprained her shoulder, and hip, and she was in rehab for a few weeks until the arm healed.

The list is long of the things she taught me, and for her I will be forever grateful. She was a God-Send, a shoulder to cry on and a wealth of info and love. We bonded quickly, she was the same age as I am.

The view at the end of my feet was beautiful.