I'm sleeping much better here than I did at the nursing home. My new bed is much more comfortable than the one there. It's also quiet here, which wasn't always the case there. It's dark here; staff there often left lights on. My urination is getting better. I don't have to go as often through the night now, and when I do need to go I don't have to wait ten or twenty minutes for an aide to come.
Finally, there, I never knew when somebody might come into my room. Sometimes it was to make sure I had fresh icewater, which I never drank. Sometimes, it was to check my blood pressure. Sometimes, it was to get my wheelchair and take it to have it cleaned-- which meant they'd also bring it back. And sometimes, aides would just wander in and wander back out. None of that here.
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