I'm finally back - I've spent the past four days disconnected from the world thanks to the wi-fi not working at my new home. But that's just one of the things that drives me crazy about being here.
I could justifiably shoot someone at my insurance company if I could figure out who at that damned corporation is responsible for making decisions about my care. First they yank me out of in-patient rehab where I got 3 hours of quality therapy a day and had all the equipment I need for my daily care because I wasn't meeting their formulaic progress requirements, which failed to take into account the many gains I had made in strength and mobility. Then they stick me in this nursing facility where there doesn't even exist a bed long enough to accommodate my height, the patient/caregiver ratio is so bad it can take an hour to get a response to patient calls for help, the internet didn't work for four days, the majority of the food is so disgusting even the staff comment on how inedible it is, and my freaking insurance company has only approved me for ONE HOUR of therapy a day. Oh, and that's split between occupational and physical therapies, so they each only get thirty minutes. Are you freaking kidding me?!?! If I couldn't make enough progress to please them in three hours a day, what the hell do they think I'm going to get accomplished in half an hour??? I'll tell you what they think I'm going to accomplish: I'm going to learn how to live like a paraplegic and get sent home after my allotted thirty days are up, and then my wonderful insurance company will just have a few short months to wait until they can be rid of me completely when my COBRA runs out. They clearly have no interest in seeing me stand or walk again, only in trimming their costs to provide my care.