As rehab places go this has the potential to be good. The facility itself is quite nice, the nursing staff is pleasant and helpful, and the physical therapy room is more than adequate. I liked visiting there. However, I wasn't the patient.
My step-father was. He is 93 and blind, frail, but in full possession of his faculties. Shortly after his arrival a second patient was placed in the bed next to his (it's a semi-private room) who was in terrible shape. He often moaned and required a great deal more attention than my step-father. Then, a few days later in the middle of the night, a nurse came in and discovered that this new patient was comatose and for the next half hour frantically tried to elicit a response. An ambulance was called and he was taken away to a nearby hospital. Needless to say my step-father did not get a good nights sleep. The next day another patient was brought in. This individual too was in terrible shape, and he coughed constantly and loudly. Also, at various times during the day he was hooked up to a breathing device that was quite noisy. As a result my step father again was unable to sleep. This went on until the day he was thankfully released.
With each passing day my step father was getting weaker and more depressed. If he stayed there any longer he (and I) both believe he would not have survived. My step father was recovering from a fall; he had two small fractures in his back. He is an easy patient and a cooperative patient. All he asks is to be treated with decency and respect (which the nurses did - I have no fault with them). To put two roommates with him, one after the other, who the administrative staff must have known were difficult cases, and to ignore the disturbance that they would cause to someone else in the room, was the height of cruelty. I guess they figured that a blind 93 year old in a severely weakened condition was in no position to complain. However, I am.
One final comment, and pardon my language. The food sucks. This seems to be the acceptable norm in most of the hospitals and rehab places I've become familiar with over the years. But it's still a shanda. I weep for the old people in America.