With two years of research and two completely different Senior Living experiences under my belt, I’m not the least surprised to find there is a pandemic of serious shortcomings unique to the “senior warehousing” industry. A gigantic new economic engine, being driven by a close-to-bankrupt baby boomer tsunami, is eating into the government funding of Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid and major insurance providers. With retiree medical needs suckling at the previously bulging tit of middle class baby boomers, with a low inflow of insurance premium dollars, the other tit has begun to sag. Only an implant comprised of hefty millennial insurance premiums can fill the other tit out enough to “insure” the medical milk flows.Anyone following me?
Don’t!
A road gang has been sweeping “The Yellow Brick Road” clean, preparing for the BIG REVEAL, the day you visit to evaluate your future "Warehouse".
The Wizard always takes potential new inmates on special tours, making sure to follow along “The Yellow Brick Road”, avoiding the Bad Witch, who sits scowling in her wheelchair.
You might wonder why she's scowling? Let me name some of the probable reasons; when she went to the Chef to discuss the difficulties she's been having with the high sodium content in the food he cooks and serves, she was told "Your diet is YOUR problem, not mine".
Or perhaps her cable television had been out for four days. Or her favorite earrings went missing. Worse yet, her favorite neighbor also went missing and no one in management will tell her that the neighbor died three days ago; HIPPA laws, you know! Even when we're dead, people respect the laws!
A GRAND PIANO,
TWO COUCHES,
FOUR CHAIRS
Moving right along on your your of the"Warehouse", your you're guide will gaily point up to all the high windows, emphasizing how delightful the light-filled lobby looks, to avert your eyes away from the stained, aged carpet and worn, possibly urine-stained lobby couches and chairs. Remember to ask yourself this question; "Why, if there are over 150 residents in this ACTIVE happy facility, are there only two couches, four chairs and two very plain end tables in the lobby "atrium"? Oh! Plus a shiny black Grand piano!
But you are being swept along "The Yellow Brick Road" by your enthusiastic guide, moving too rapidly to notice these things. My worst crime is that I have been complicit in this deception; you passed me by when I was getting my mail and your guide happily and quickly introduced me as "one of our best, happy residents"! Of course that was my cue to wave and smile, which I did, instead of yelling "get out now! Before the Bad Witch cashes your deposit check!" But along you went and there I stood, on "The Yellow Brick Road", paved with the hopes of so many who came before us, who aged-in-place, quietly, never complaining, eating three promised healthy foods, fried, smothered in gravy, served with canned fruit-cocktail, and lemonade so clear it looks and tastes like water.
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