Due to the cultural barriers, my grandmother was not participating in any of these activities. There were some activities like '80s themed prom, Bingo, Chapel every Sunday and Wednesday, and book club. It appeared to be more like a hospital for people who would never get better. This nursing home, if not like all, was quite depressing. She did not understand English fully, so I felt that it was my duty to help translate the conversation between doctors and nurses and her. She was then transferred to the nursing home, where I thought she would receive better care. Everyday, after school I would visit her.
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Lilypad1 After two strokes, my grandmother was staying at the hospital full time for about 2 months. The young people who worked there were really kind. Andy, the guy who ran the facility, was really nice. If you were to say, "Okay, I'm really tired right now," they would come back in a couple of hours to make sure that you would get that rehab. They made the best homemade tomato soup that I have ever tasted in my life. Still, you could call down to the kitchen and ask for a deli sandwich or a hotdog, so they were really accommodating. I could tell when the other guy was there because I would taste the food, and it would be very unsavory to me. I could tell when he was there because when I would eat his food, I would love it. I think they had two different chefs, and one guy was a really great chef.
The administration was the exact same way. If someone were passing by and they saw your light on, the person would come in and ask about what was going on. I'll find you somebody." It wasn't just the nursing staff but also the people who were giving physical rehabilitation.
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