Today is my "2nd" Birthday

Today is the 2nd anniversary of my first stroke
Although I have made some progress, I still have a long way to go and the Doctors aren't very optimistic I'll walk again but I'll show them. Besides Ken said he would get me a Yorkie when I start walking again. I want my Yorkie! :)
In my last post I related my first few weeks, well today I will Tell you about my Stay at DeBary Manor Nursing home/rehab.
I knew it was not going to be fun when the transport driver and vehicle stunk of cigarettes. I learned the smell from the nurses that would come back for their breaks reeking of that disgusting odor.
I HATE THE SMELL.
Upon my arrival I was put into a bed by being lifted up on a hoist then it dawned on them that I needed a bed with automatic controls so up I go agin and hang there until they switch beds.
Oh yes this was going to be a fun stay for me.
I tried not to cause trouble but I was not the most agreeable patient. I did cause a lot of trouble there, but being told I was violating my roommates civil rights by asking that her bedside light be put on so the overhead could be turned off made me mad I guess civil rights are apply to some people. By the way she was in such bad shape she didn't even know there was a light on.
Then I was constantly given food I could not eat because of my digestive and allergy issues, so I had have another meal made for me, which did not make the kitchen happy. But hey learn to read English and there would have been no problem. Am I right?
Now comes the housekeeping, if you can call it that more like push the mop into the room then right out.
There was so much dirt and dust everywhere it was unbelievable. When the head of housekeeping came to see what I was talking about he was livid when he ran his finger along the window and door sills and there was about an inch of dust on each and that's not even mentioning what was behind the doors and under the beds and dressers.
Next was one of the Physical therapist who decided she liked placing my left foot in her crotch area with only her jeans as a barrier, while she was exercising my leg. Her boss was more angry with me for complaining then with her worker that she threw me out of the "gym" because I wouldn't let her work with me again.
But dear readers the icing on this lovely cake was when the meds. nurse gave me the wrong meds even though I said they were wrong and it turns out I was allergic to one of them. To this day the home and my former Doctor will not tell me what I was allergic to.
So I called the Patients right council and filed a complaint.
And then a miracle happened I was told I could go home because I was able to walk. Never mind the only way I was walking was by someone pushing my left leg to make it move, but hey I was cured!
I just find it odd two days after filing my complaint this happened, but then again I'm no Doctor or Physical Therapist.
Needless to say Ken and Kevin were just a "TAD" p-o'ed. since I was never taught how to get in and out of a car nor was my house wheelchair accessible.
Yes even though I was deemed able to walk I was still in a wheelchair, hum.
My stay wasn't all bad I did learn some "new" things and most of the nurses and aides were great.
I did learn I HATE Yams, can't even get them past my lips.
Sorry if this is a little long, but hey it was a long month for me. :)
Until next time dear reads please try and be safe and happy.