From an Oxycontin haze, I hear the death chant from a 90-something neighbor, three doors down the hall. The screams pierce every bone in my body and continues for hours.
I’m able to tape 27 seconds until, mercifully, the synthetic morphine coursing through my body kicks in and I surrender to the dark-black hood, slowly pulled over my consciousness.
I’m at a Continuing Care Retirement Community (CCRC) that I transferred to yesterday from Good Shepherd Rehab Hospital. The new CCRC is a daunting collage of Independent, Intermediate, and Custodial Care facilities spread out across more than ten acres in Allentown, Penn.
I contiue to ask myself, Why am I here? But cognition stalls and I’m left with a single, lonely truth — I’m here because the Assisted Living facility where I’ve been a resident for the last six years, Sacred Heart of Center Valley, PA, threatened to evict me unless I agreed to submit to an indeterminate period of physical and occupational rehabilitation or “sub-acute” care. And just days before my sub-acute rehab stay was over, they notified me I had been evicted.
While I agree that the rehab therapy was helpful (and I’ve also lost 30 lbs!), it’s the way they engineered this fiasco that profoundly disturbs me –i.e., they waited until I made the initial transfer before they dropped the hammer.
Now, I’m on the verge of homelessness, or worse, left to flounder between nursing homes.
— To be continued.