Going back

So, Daddy had to go back to that awful nursing home. Again, he was not placed on the rehabilitation floor. This time he got put on the second floor, across the hall from a woman who screamed at all times of the day and night. Daddy said that his roommate had to request sleeping pills, plural, to sleep through her screams and tantrums. Like sleepless nights are exactly what Daddy needed...





Momma started yelling at any ear she could get ahold of, to try to get Daddy away from this awful woman. Of course, the staff at the nursing home acted like they had no fault in the matter. If you don't want to take responsibility for the elderly and sick, then don't work at a nursing home!! This second floor was full of resident patients, who are destined to die there. My Daddy might have cancer, but I refuse to let him recover in a place like this... Refuse.



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