Here’s my latest article on McKnight’s Long-Term Care News:
I used to live in a fabulous old fourth-floor walk-up apartment in Manhattan. When I moved out of Manhattan to a borough of New York City for an elevator building with a laundry room in the basement, I made a conscious choice to pick a place I could live for the rest of my life if I had to. That ramp could come in handy if I need a wheelchair, I reasoned. And if worse comes to worse, I’ll move into a nursing home and blog from there.
A lot of residents tell me, “I never thought this (living in a nursing home) would happen to me.” After hundreds of these conversations, I have the opposite approach. I figure, “Why not me?”
But actually, I wouldn’t want to live in any of the nursing homes where I’ve worked. Sure, if I had to, I’d make do. I’d rabble-rouse and kvetch and roll to the administrator’s office if the situation called for it. I’m ready for a fight.
That was my thinking until last week when I toured the eldercare home of my dreams.
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