Blessed Homes

Donnita

Blessed Homes was a house that was rundown, filthy, and not taken care of. The owner of it was only interested in getting my mom's money and she paid $3,000 a month to stay there. She doesn't qualify for Medicaid so she had to pay out of pocket. They didn't give the residents enough food and there were absolutely no activities. Every once in a while, they get a little bus ride to Walmart. The main thing, for me, was that they didn't get enough to eat. It's just like a tablespoon of this and that. They forced my mom to use a certain pharmacy. They took her meds and God only knows what happened to those meds because when I took her out of there, she didn't get them all back because she had to turn them all in. She was paying the max dollar there compared to where she's at now, where she has a beautiful place, she has her own kitchen, and she only pays 1/3 of what she paid in Blessed Homes. It was awful. I believe that is an assisted living facility but there was no one there that looked qualified to assist these people. They take their blood pressure and pass out their pills but most times it was the wrong pills to the wrong patients. That scared me, there was no one really in control of anything so those people could be getting anybody's medication. My mom stayed there for 30 days. Her room had a twin-sized bed that used to be a hospital bed and was filthy underneath with the old motor in it. The furniture was a wardrobe and a dresser that probably came from the thrift store. I moved some things around and bought her a new mattress because what they had was just springs. I put some curtains up too to try and brighten up the space. They share a bathroom that's only separated by a curtain. One curtain on her side and a curtain on the other lady's side, and they shared one sink. It was very small. She couldn't put anything in it if she wanted it to have a little life because there was nothing in that room. Just a twin-sized bed and that wardrobe. They had cable but it was just running wires up through the ceiling and out. She didn't even know what they were for. I don't know how they got their food but it was very little. They never had a balanced meal or any drink like tea. They had water and sometimes they would make Kool-Aid and I was like, "Some people are with medical problems. Is that really a drink that you serve these people?" No sodas too, they didn't have any of that (not that my mom would drink sodas). For dinner, they would have 2 tablespoons of green beans, maybe one little sausage patty, 2 tablespoons of potatoes, and there was never any bread. I went in and saw that, and was like, "Oh my God, that's a child's meal". After dinner, the people there would walk next door to a 7-Eleven to get something to eat because they were still hungry. If anybody goes in there paying $3,000, they're getting ripped off. Right after my mom left, she went back to get some mail and one of the residents came there, moved in, and stayed exactly one day because her family took her out immediately. That's how bad that is. Those people that are still there don't have many options. They don't have the option to move. I couldn't, with a clear conscience, come home and work knowing that she's in that particular type of environment so moving her out was worth using up all of my time and money.