Thanks for that info. I do not pretend to understand how the system works. I was just certain in my own mind that my aunt was not transferred to Kindred for the reasons given to us, because I saw no rehab going on anywhere with anyone. And my last question stands: Does anyone in the Greensboro area who has had any experiences with Kindred Hospital know of any patient who has ever left that hospital alive?
ETA: And why do you say that my contention that her move to Kindred was for financial reasons was only "partially" correct? It seems to me that it was 100% related to financial reasons. What other reason could there have been for it? She certainly didn't receive any better care at Kindred than she was receiving at Randolph...and I would say that it was much worse. She was placed in a large room at the end of the hall that seemed more like a laundry or storage room with four other patients. And I hardly ever saw anyone come in there to check on her during the hours that I was visiting each day. As I said, the entire place (isn't this the old L Richardson Preyer Hospital?) seemed like something you would see after you stepped out of a time machine in the 1950s.
Why didn't Dr Evans just tell me: "Look, we have to ship your aunt off to Kindred Hospital, because we can't make any more money off of her here"?
And I can give you another little story about how "professional" the Kindred staff is. I was the contact person for my aunt. I was the one who signed her in and filled out the paperwork. One of the nurses got information from me for contact information, etc. We visited her on Saturday morning before she died that afternoon. Before I left, I went by the desk and explicitly told them that we were going over to the Farmers Market on Sandy Ridge Road, but if there was any change in the situation to call me. Well, I got a call about two hours later from one of my cousins who was crying and said that she had died. I told her that was impossible, because I was just there two hours ago and had told them that if there was any change to call me and I could be back there within 20 minutes or so.....and nobody had called me. Well, we went back to the hospital, and sure enough, my aunt had died. I went to the desk where I had just been two hours ago and asked why no one had called me. (The way my cousin had found out was by a phone call from another visitor who had signed the visitor list....who was the person that the hospital called! The damned visitor!) The nurse at the desk said that they tried to call me but couldn't reach me. Would you like to know why they couldn't reach me? When they checked the contact info sheet that the admitting nurse had filled out, she omitted the first three numbers of my telephone number, substituting the three-digit area code instead. So they were calling 336- and the last four digits of my telephone number. How professional could someone be who would dial 336-xxxx as a Greensboro telephone number?