I was soooo glad to go home last year--2 hrs. after getting dropped off & set up, I got bored, called a taxi and went off to thee Old Town School of Folk Music for my monthly songwriter circle. Had to borrow a guitar (had to keep one hand free for the banister and the other for my cane) and keep my leg propped, but I did it. The rehab facility I was in last year was primarily for the elderly, some of whom were cognitively impaired and some hospice patients. The food was horrific, like prison food (and I can tell you a bit about prison food, having volunteered writing habeas petitions at a Federal pen. as a law student and then having to do hearings as an IL Atty. Gen. at Stateville prison--I don't know what was worse, the near-strip searches or the food). The nurses' aides weren't CNAs and at night they were few & far between. Meals had to be taken in your room unless you could carry a tray in the buffet-style cafeteria. Small gym with little equipment--the big gym was for outpatients only. The only way I'm going back to that place is either as a visitor or a paid entertainer.
But this place--Alden North Shore? It's like a extended-stay hotel/luxury college dorm with all amenities included plus physical therapy, nurses, meds, and activities. The only reason not to go to the dining room for meals is if you don't feel well or don't want to get dressed early in the morning and socialize--so this "night owl" gets breakfast in bed. My therapists are great--OT pushes me only as far as I want her to and has a wicked sense of humor; my OT is doing a great job of strengthening my upper body and working on my balance. (Got the ADLs down pat--but I still need to demonstrate I can safely boil water or microwave something before she'll certify I'm ready to go home). As much as I miss my family, three kitties, kitchen and deck (and MSNBC) I'm not ready to leave--and tomorrow's the day I find out if my insurance will let me have the full 2 weeks or kick me out on Tues. or Wed. Every time someone "graduates" to home we feel like we've lost a friend--and more often than not we trade contact info to stay in touch in the real world. I'll tell ya--I wouldn't mind not having my vitals taken constantly or my day starting so early, but I'm a tad apprehensive about coordinating my meds (not just "AM/bedtime" any more) and figuring out my warfarin diet on my own. Would be nice for me to call the shots as to when my visiting PT arrives, but I'm bound by their schedule. And it's nice to have my meals served on elegant china--at home I'll have to eat it where I cook it. All in all I will miss this place.
But I hear you about the smoking. I've never smoked, but my son did for 12 years and my husband has a few cigs every night out on the deck or porch. Can't stomach the smell of cigarette smoke, nor its residue on hair & clothing (both mine & the smoker's). My singing partner, who has smoked for 50 years, is using nicotine inhalers prescribed by his quit-smoking counselor (more accurately, the counselor's supervising shrink) as well as electronic cigarettes. No smell, he still gets his nicotine (in gradually declining amts.) and nobody gets the tars. He doesn't have to go outdoors to "smoke" and it still feels like the real thing to him. And I don't have to sit next to someone who smells like an ashtray for 500 miles a day! You quit while in rehab--if you're having trouble staying smoke-free at home, you & your husband might want to go this route. It'll be easier on you, and your husband won't have to feel like he's being deprived. My singing partner is urging my husband to try it. (My son is now fine with chomping celery or carrots instead of smoking).