1 Star User Review
My mother went in there on the 1st floor which is the rehab floor and was shown to be in need of oxygen which they did not give this whole time. She left there months later with malnutrition and a huge bed sore, multiple bruises and a large hemotoma. The aides on the 3rd floor just flatout ignored her when she'd ring the bell to use the bathroom. She was forced to go in her diapers & sit in the mess even though she was still continent. Aides would gather around each other in the hallways laughing and talking it up to each other ignoring the patients' lights being on for needed help. They would promise to do something for the patients then walk away and forget about the requests. Things were constantly going missing as well of the patients' belongings. My mother "lost" quite a few things, including brand new slacks I had just bought her, a poncho she's had since the 60's as well as the brand new legs to her brand new wheelchair. They gave me old taped up legs and insisted those were the ones that belonged to my mother! Her roommate also told me many of her belongings were "missing" too. When I removed mom from Bishop she was shown to have blood clots. Also, we were quite pestered about a lower 4 digit amount owed right in front of my mother in her bed & told she would be KICKED OUT- this discussion should have been had in a private office