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Terror lies in the deep frozen caverns of my emotions. It lives because I fear the day I sit over-​medicated in a wheelchair parked in a long corridor, drool dripping from my chin, urine trickling into my diaper. The medical industry has discovered I’m pretty golden and there’s money to be made keeping me alive. I am medicated into helplessness but still alive.
I’ve spent more than a week in and out of this Health South facility. Understand, it is not an old people storehouse, it is a rehabilitation hospital. But Dr. Yoo, the staff and management here have turned a lamp of hope on in the caverns of my emotions.
I’m beginning to see the effects of the swiftly changing medical system in the USA. Getting to know the staff is like a real life ride on «It’s a small world.» The staff is global. This facility has excellent, caring employees, out to deliver treatments needed by patients to get them up, operating pretty well and back to the outside world. People happy working three month assignments at various locations are brought in to fill needs. Then they go. Patients are on a three to six hour schedule of required physical therapy, then returned home to appropriate care.
I fear a medicated wheelchair-​bound end of life, but the operations at Health South show me changes are on the way and they may be for the better as I roll toward the end of the road.
Thanks for taking good care of my family member. They even like the food.
For those who’ve lost family members in facilities that are pretty good; I continue meeting people who think that medicine has magic guns loaded with sweet rainbow bullets that will instantly fix everything ill in ourselves or loved ones.
My friend with Parkinson’s Disease advancing steadily is red hot angry at medical pros for not fixing him NOW. They’ve added years to a life that would have ended 15 years ago if he lived in the 1970’s. A younger brother would have died when he was 37 in the 1950’s. He’s banging on the door of 60 years. 350 gram premature babies are now given life.
We lose some people. Some heartbreakingly young. And some medical pros are only in it for the money. And some are burned out. A good place weeds these kinds out.
If I were in a situation requiring rehab, I’d happily trust these people with my life.

My mother has been at Healthsouth Rehabilitation Center for a week and she is so grateful! She has enjoyed almost every one of her nurses, and they have taught her so well how to take care if herself while she has a cast for 8 weeks. The facilities are very, very clean. The amount of time she spends in therapy allows her enough time to learn, and also enough time to rest. She has enjoyed almost all her meals as well… Healthy, low calorie, but most of the flavors have been pretty good. We are so thankful to Healthsouth.