hELLO at long last from susil! I am now safely ensconced at my daughter and her husband's house and am being treated well. My old life is completely disrupted, but since I've been put on Paxil, it has smoothed out some of the worst depression.

I was thinking last night of the worst night I've had since this paralyzing incident happened. It was one night at the Warm Springs rehab center in San Antonio. I was miserable there. A darker, gloomier, drearier place to rehab would be hard to imagine.
It came highly recommended and there were pictures on the walls of the lobby showing smiling rehab successes.
Yes, the lobby and first floor looked so nice but the third floor where I was taken had a poured concrete floor with a nubbly surface painted a god awful dried blood maroon color.
The cabinets were dark wood which added to the dungeon-y feel. One night I was in pain and my exhausted daughters had gone home. The ancient TV wouldn't work. I couldn't sit on the side of the bed (with help) because there weren't enough personnel--and they had me in a bed with an alarm on it--if I moved it alarmed. I looked through the bars on the hospital bed and felt as if I were in prison, down to the coarse rough old green blanket I was provided with./p>

Around 3am a storm blew through shaking and writhing the old cedar outside my window, Rain pelted the window and the wind moaned around the eaves of the hospital.. As it subsided, I heard shrieking a crying down the hall--some disoriented elderly
lady was in distress.
This place is a combo of a pison an nursing home. I hated it!
Next mornng I jokingly commiserated with another patient who also hated it. I saughta tie some sheets together and escape through the roof. She said I'd just call a taxi and leave!

good to be back on mybloggers, missed everyone. hoping to find a reliable computer.love to you

susil