I initially arrived at HealthSouth November 11, 2016 in very bad shape due to unexplained complications from spinal fusion surgery. I had spent the previous 2 months in ICU in a hospital and HealthSouth was highly recommended to my family as they were alleged to be capable of handling a difficult case such as mine. I had a trach, unable to walk, very weak, unable to swallow which required a feeding tube, and barely able to write. Ten years prior, I had gastric bypass which prohibited blood thinners and NSAIDS. This was noted on my chart. For reasons best known to them, they gave me blood thinners and NSAIDS. My wife was there daily and asked them on November 15 what it was that they were about to give me and the nurse told her NSAIDS and blood thinners. My wife instantly jumped into action and told the nurse she was not to do that and explained why. The nurse shrugged and said she would have to talk to the medical director and she did just that. It was obvious he didn't like to be questioned but she is not one to be ignored or intimidated. Four days after admission I gestured to the nurse that I felt nauseated but was ignored. My wife had to go home that night. She had not been home an hour before the nurse called to tell her I was vomiting copious amounts of blood and was being sent to Erlanger where I stayed for 8 days in ICU. On the 23rd I was returned to HealthSouth. I never felt safe on the nights my wife did not stay the night but never told her because this was also taking its toll on her. When she was there, any time I rang for a nurse, they came promptly and were attentive. When I was alone, they would ignore my call. The nurses were not properly trained how to measure residuals in my feeding tube I hated this place especially at night. Once the nurse came to check my feeding tube and accidentally left it open which drenched the bed and myself with formula. When I rang for the nurse and finally got her to understand what was happening, she sent this sweet assistant (I wish I could remember her name, but she was one of 3 kindest staff I encountered. She had tats. She gave me a complete bath and changed my gown and sheet. Being unable to speak I mouthed "thank you so much." November 28, I once again complained of not feeling good and was rushed back to Erlanger with actively bleeding ulcers. I returned on December 9. Due to their indifference about my tube feeding, I had shrunk to 130 lbs. Being a 6'1" man makes that a terrible sight! My wife had enough and demanded I be sent back to the original hospital as they never had an issue with tube feedings. In summary, I always felt as if the nursing staff walked around in fear of the medical director. Knowing I was non-verbal, they would keep their backs to me as much as possible because when I needed something with them in the room, I would wave my hands. The young lady with tats and the young lady who worked days who would talk to (not at) me were angels. She was an assistant but was going back to nursing school. And I would be remiss if I didn't mention the therapist Alan. He tried his best to work with me even though I was very weak. I truly believe if my wife had not been by my side and had been the type who didn't do her own homework, I would be dead. I pass by that place now and just thank God He took care of me in spite of the unacceptable nursing care. If you must go to this place, by all means, take an educated person with you.