1 Star User Review
My father died there, was treated horribly mostly about not answering his call bell. He would end up trying to get up by himself, falling (I have pictures of him with a black eye), urinating in the hallway because he couldn't find the bathroom.
He was cold at night, couldn't turn over because of the weight of the blankets, and was put in a wheelchair in the middle of the night, told he deserved to be cold
and to keep quiet so as not to wake others. He was miserable and cold. Every time I walked in there, he would say, "I would NEVER put you in a place like this".
Those who couldn't think for themselves, had diapers on, etc., didn't know enough to know if they were being treated good or not, but my father had all his faculties, just couldn't swallow and was very weak from pneumonia. I despise them.