My great aunt and I arrived at our one hour appoin...

My great aunt and I arrived at our one hour appointment and walked thru the locked corridors to find my uncle slumped over in a chair barely breathing. His tongue was hanging out his mouth and he had contracted breathing with each breath. He had been in the VA less than three weeks ago with pneumonia in both lobes, all 4 quadrants and was on two heavy duty iv antibiotics. He had an episode of Afib and his wife told me he was on 14 new meds not counting antibiotics...that is a lot for a body to process. He knew us, answered social workers questions and laughed and joked and ate all his food. Then he went home. Them suddenly he was moved by social services to local nursing home. Then late one night he was moved to this place "until Medicaid could come through...this way it did not cost a penny".
When we found Uncle Dale he was trying to cough but we could not even wake him up. I called nurse, asked about his pneumonia...they said they did not know anything about pneumonia. I asked if they could help us....an aide came and cleaned him back in recliner and called desk nurse. I asked if he could have bresthing treatment. They hot RN....who got treatment and oxygen. He coughed up a glob of thick sputum...i tried to give it to nurse but she said she did not want it but I made her look....it was green and yellow with blood tinged mucus . We prayed, sang, massaged him and cried. They would not give us any info...only his wife...and we called her and she wanted to come because he was dying, but they said no....their hour of visitation was over. This is a horrible place and had i been able to take a camera in, we could have proven negligence. I cried for the three days it took to get him out of there. God only knows what is going on behind all those locked doors...i only saw 4 patients!!!!