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 floor is used for community purposes like housing activities and common rooms; also the cafeteria is here in the right wing. The left wing of the first floor is used for temporary residents staying less than two months, mostly doing physical therapy after surgery, or medical issues.
Home or the second floor is where most of the permanent residents like me live. This floor has 250 residential rooms, two nurse stations, one common room (including two T.V.’s), and numerous small cleaning closets. Of the 250 rooms two residents live in each room, my room is 234. These residents are the ones that can live mostly on their own with little to no assistance needed. However there is always the opportunity for chaos a...