I had to take my mother out in the middle of the night at The Lodge Health and put her in the intensive care unit for eight days to get her back alive. The first thing they did was show me a sample room when I went over there, and before I could get back to the hospital to tell my mother about it, they already had picked her up with some kind of vehicle, taken her over there, and put her in a room that was really terrible. It was filthy; it had about 20 patches on the walls. The bathroom poop up underneath, and it was all black underneath. There was one light bulb in that bathroom, and it was painted a very dark brownish-orange color. It was really dark and dirty. There was no furniture except for one real stiff black old wooden chair and her bed, and what they showed me was brand new. They had a brand new room they show you, and they also have a new administration building, but the other part of it is old; however, they were in the process of renovating it to some extent. They kept her in there for five days, and the night nurses were really rough on her.
She broke her pubic bone, if you know what that is. It was pitch dark in that room, and she was scared. The head nurse did come in and she saw the situation, and I have explained to her that they had shown me a much nicer room, so they moved her over to another wing away from the night nurse, who would mistreat her, and put her in a better room. The doctor that was there gave her Lasix twice a day, and he never came in to see her. He sent a male nurse practitioner in there, and they never did anything; they asked how you feel because I was there every day for 8hrs a day. She was dehydrated, and I said to the head nurse, "We need to get her hydrated; she hasn’t had a bowel movement for as long as she has been in here, and there was some little liquid around the impaction that she was getting." I was informed very impolitely by his nurse that my mother was not a patient of the doctor; she was a patient of the nursing home, and the nursing home employed the doctor, so she wouldn’t give any help. I asked the nurses to call, and this went on for a couple of weeks. Finally they called me one night and said she is failing, that I better come. I went over there at 1:30 in the morning, and her blood pressure was 70/30. My son had come, and he had gone over there and stayed with her at night; it was a good thing. He said they have tried to put a catheter in her for how many times and put IV in her and stuck her about 20 times and never could get it in.
They said the nurse who knows how to do this was not here. They tried to find her, and an hour later they located her in Tampa, which is 100 miles away. I told them to bring her to the hospital, and immediately she was put in the Emergency Room.
The food was edible. The only good thing about this place is the therapist was excellent, and there were some people who were trying to help.