A Senior Citizen House Report
Well, it
finally happened to me.
I was in a
"nursing home" (I'm home now), though about 1/5 was more a rehab
facility to recover from some serious incidents, like a car accident or more.
Mine started out as a cellulitis infection that got worse during my episode.
The idea of
practicing more diet and exercise had validity in my case. I got sore from
using some muscles that I had let decline by age 66. And I have been running or
walking for decades.
Anyway,
where I was had around 180 beds, with about 150 going to women and 20 going to
men. I estimate 10 beds were vacant a lot of the time but really don't know for
sure.
Trying to
sign up for a haircut resulted in some difficulty. I just did not know
the "system" at the time. What
I objected to the most was having to use an in-house "beauty parlor"
vice the "barber shop" I had always used. Well I bit the bullet and
even went as a Marine. I knew I had more serious problems to bitch about.
I even got
my first "shower" in quite a while.
Things have
progressed. I expected something like
the old movie "Shawshank Redemption", but instead had a nice warm
shower that even got all my "privates" clean. Heck, it was even a step above my usual
Marine field equivalents, and somewhat
more sanitary. After all, I did suffer from a skin-type infection. And I had sponge baths during the interim periods.
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