The Rehab From Hell

I will start part 2 of my blog about my recent illness with a disclaimer. I realize that rehabs are understaffed. I also realize that those people are underpaid. But Geez, do they have to hire what I refer to as bottom feeders? These are the people who must have graduated at the absolute bottom of their class, and only have the sense that God gave a crawdad. (My apology to crawdads, lobsters, and catfish everywhere.) With the exception of maybe 4 CNAs and a couple of LVNs
I  was in an ocean.

This place which was known as a 'hospital' and I will refer to as Extended Hell, had to be the loudest place to try to recover from anything more serious than a hangnail.

Vacuums whirring in the wee hours of the morning..the blaring TV from my roommate from Hell (more on her later) with the ear shattering applause of an overzealous studio audience. People constantly in and out of your room, unless you need someone at a reasonable hour, of course. Those folks take 15-20 minutes to answer, if they come at all.

Oh boy, at this writing (done by hand instead of sleeping) the sleep apnea machine of the RMFH has kicked in and the TV volume is up again. What I wouldn't give for an uninterrupted nights sleep in the quiet and the dark.