My phone started making the text-message "ding!" about 0500: Inattentive Rehab, Inc. had sent Mom to the nearest hospital (about a block away).
Nope, she hadn't slugged her roommate or arranged to have the TV go out the window; her heart rate had gone way up!
So they get her to St. Nearby, where the docs check her out and decide A) she will be staying until the weather is better and B) elevated heart rate was anxiety. Slowed right down once she was in a place with sufficient staff -- or at least staff sufficiently involved in the job.
You'd've been anxious, too. The issues I mentioned earlier and called the place about? They'd just shined me on and done nothing at all. Just as they did when my sister called before me and my brother called after. You don't do this; you do not ignore a patient who cannot even get out of bed unaided. That's way past the loud TV or too-hot room.
When my brother arrived at St. Nearby Hospital, Mom's asked him to find a different place for rehab.
There is another inpatient rehab place not too far away and my siblings and I will be checking it out very carefully. We may have to take shifts being there, just to keep 'em honest.
For now, Mom's in good hands.
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