The first words out of my mother’s mouth when she arrived in the room for rehab was “This place is a dump!”. There was nothing on the wall facing the bed other than a TV and a very crooked mounted wall holder for the activity calendar. There was no shelf or place to put pictures of family or vase of flowers that she could see from her bed to help cheer and motivate her. The built in dresser was also positioned to where no one in the bed could see any items on top of the dresser, and the wooden drawers stuck and twisted making them very difficult to open or close. The bathroom appeared clean, but a strong smell of urine was always present. In addition to the room being totally depressing, not even one chair was present in the room for a visitor to sit. Missing also was the portable thermostat (finally brought days later from another room) or bed controls (brought to the room 2 weeks later again from another room) that my mother could use. Even the staff struggled to adjust the bed with the controls at the end of the bed. Shortage of equipment continued with the staff struggling to locate foot rests for the wheel chair. There also appeared to be a shortage of staff for let visitors enter or leave the facility and not even a door bell to press when leaving. Visitors just had to wait until a staff member walked by in order to leave. Although my mother was able to walk 25 feet upon arrival for the evaluation physical therapist and another 15 feet after resting, she failed to show progress after that day. A major cause of this was the difficulty we had getting the facility to add nutritional supplements to her diet until over a week after we requested this, resulting in continual weight loss and energy. My mother’s appetite was poor and though we were told we could select from a choice of food for her meals, nothing we ever tried to select were brought to her. The final draw was when I found one of her diapers on the floor on the far side of the bed. We made the decision immediately to locate a better place for her. That was probably a relief to the social worker who was continually pressing us for our plan “B”. While several of the assistants and the physical therapist were very kind and caring to my mother, the experience overall was very unpleasant. If you care for the health and recovery of you loved one in need of rehab, choose another place.