Lakewood Nuring and Rehabilitation Center: A Personal Narrative

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Living in this place is more enjoyable in ways that people realize. I took it upon myself to move here after a heart attack had left me incapable of living by myself. My children, and grandchildren worried about me falling and they had to check on me every day, becoming a burden to them. So I sold my house and most of my non-personal belongings and moved here. The name doesn’t even hide the fact of what it is, Lakewood Nursing and Rehabilitation Center. This is where I will spend the rest of my life.
This place isn’t one of those glamorous retirement villages you see advertised on television, it has its up and downs alike. Lakewood Nursing and Rehabilitation Center, or as we here call it Lakewood for short, has more of a hospital environment than a home front. However, the building itself is nice looking and well built. Out front a large parking lot feeds into a walkway surrounded by beautiful flower gardens; they have lilies, azaleas, hydrangeas, and poppies to name a few. Large green lawns lie on either side of the gardens and make a great place to relax, and fellowship. Behind the building is a big yard with a couple smaller storage buildings dot the landscape. Including the storage sheds a porch and gazebo is attached to the rear of the building where they hold holiday parties and birthdays.
A pale green three-story building is what I now call home. I live on the second floor. Each floor is reserved for a certain demographic. The first level holds the main lobby just through the front entrance. Staff members decorate the lobby for certain seasons. It also houses the community bulletin board with calendars stating dates and times for activities like bingo, gardening, in-house game shows, and exercise. Mainly, the first floo...

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...hout a bath, constantly getting bed sores and all sorts of things. These things aren’t done on purpose, with 600 elderly to take care of with needs changing drastically every day as the residents are in their final months.
We are all destined for the third floor, whether that third floor is here at Lakewood, in a car wreck, fighting for our lives after an illness in a hospital bed, or in an alley meeting death by the blade of some thug. The third floor is a reality here we all must face at some point in our stay in Lakewood. This place is where most of us here at Lakewood will greet death. Some will be afraid that our life’s mission is still incomplete, even though we are so old and something tears at our souls from within. Others like me have made peace with our end. Every life owes a death, the debt that we all must pay, after all we are all just ashes and dust.

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