Life Care Center of Gwinnett

I was in this place after a total knee replacement. I was bedbound part if the time. Almost every morning cold grits was brought to me for breakfast. The second time I was taken to physical therapy, I was repeatedly yelled at by my physical therapist, because she would send a slight current of electricity into my wound, I would tense up from the pain in an automatic response, and she would be furious at my tensing up. Finally I heard someone talk sofly to her, and she stopped. She appoligized on the way back to my room. The lady who brought me my medicines, glared at me the first morning she came in my room, after I said good morning to her. I was afraid of her after that. My roommate finally told me that bc the medicine lady did not like to talk in the mornings. One evening the nursing home ran out of pain medicine, so I did not get any relief from pain all night. That was the most painful night I have ever had. A lady put me on a knee exercise machine in my bed. It was an automatic piece of equipment. After a long time, I called the nurses' station to get someone to turn it off and take me off of the machine. After a patient pushes the nurse call button, it would take usually 20 minutes before anyone came to help. After a lady came to me, she said she did not know how to turn it off. Finally someone turned it off, but left my leg up on the up bent position, and would not take me off of the machine. So I was stuck in that very uncomfortable position for awhile. The excuse U got from the staff, was that I was not on the wing that was for knee replacement patients. But that was not my fault. The day I left for home my roommate told me that the four lady patients that have been in my bed before me all died. I work very hard on my physical therapy and got out of that place a week and a half before I was scheduled to leave. My last day there I learned that a lady in the room next to mind added hot water to her cold grits each morning. I wish I had thought of that. I hope I never end up in that place again. One morning I asked for a second cup of coffee. I ended up crying hard, after I asked a kind nurse to see if I could get it, after some time passed and no second cup came. I was bedridden at the time. The food tray lady was upset at me and said she was going to have to walk all the way back to the kitchen to get the coffee. Also patients had to either get a little juice or coffee for breakfast, not both. My roommate got one piece of bacon each morning with her cold grits, but they would not give me one. I had made the mistake of saying I was on a low salt diet. One day I was given a scrambled egg with my cold grits. Their spaghetti was really good.