Margaret Tietz Nursing and Rehabilitation

My father-in-law was a patient in this hell hole. I have never in my life thought the elderly would be treated like this. My father-in-law had a colostomy in 1981 and he was an expert on how the bag was attached. First of all, they did not listen or have the proper bags. Two or three times in rehab, the bag fell off and he was so embarrassed. I brought the bags that I paid for in the the facility for him. Second of all, the care he received was degrading. My husband and I went everyday to see him and we saw a lot patients sitting outside of dining room, right in front of the nursing station, crying for help and being ignored.

One woman was trying to move herself in a wheelchair and the patients were yelling because her oxygen tank was not connected to the chair. I waited and waited for someone to help her. I got up to try to help her and that's when someone came over. My father-in-law was released too early. I tried to keep him in longer and spoke to Tracey the social worker, the administrator and received no help. He could not walk on his own. He was losing weight and not getting any better but according to that hell hole he was fine.

This is directly from the letter sent by me to this nursing facility regarding my father's stay there.

I want to thank you, Margaret Tietz Nursing and Rehabilitation Center, for robbing my father of his dignity in his final days.

Thank you for taking two hours to bring a bedpan to his room, and then letting him sit in filth for two hours before taking it away.

Thank you for switching shifts and having gaps in your coverage, and for being extremely insensitive when patients are in need during that time. The diaper he was wearing was too tight, he had accumulated fluid around his middle. Nurses could see the patient was in distress, and when I begged one of them (Livingston) to come to his aid, she said, We're switching shifts now. I asked how long it would take, and she said (while calmly rinsing a bowl in the kitchen), We'll get to it when we get to it.

Another nurse told me to administer the medication to my father myself because she was apparently offended that I was standing nearby. She handed me the cup and walked away.

I could name others, but that will come in another forum, at another time.

Thank you, physical therapy area, for yelling at my father when he could not stand up, or walk, and for not understanding enough about a patient's medical condition to realize that he truly couldn't.

Thank you for contributing to my father's last days by making them a living hell, and one that I'll truly remember for the rest of my life.

One thing is for certain, I will never, ever send another loved one to your horrible place, and I will let the world know how awful your facility is.

I believe Margaret Tietz would be turning over in her grave if she knew how you were treating the patients who have entrusted you with their care.

But finally, I recommend you show a little respect to the family when a loved one dies in your care. When my father died, I was greeted by a happy, giddy nurse and two aides, who were telling jokes over his body as they did their preparations.

I reserve the right to take up this matter with additional people in the future, including, but not limited to, local legislators.