Travis Stephens
Jul 2026
This place is like a prison.<br><br>I’m writing this while in immense pain and seeing red so please bare with me.<br><br>After waiting for a few days for insurance to approve my transfer to Ahwatukee acute, it finally came through. I was relieved I could continue my rehab after breaking my tib, fib and ankle. They were even going to let me use my insulin pump which I was very excited about because I manage my diabetes very well and didn’t want someone messing it up. Let’s just say PTSD from a facility I went to for pt a few years back. I was given my meds at the hospital about 3pm. I have many health issues so I take a lot of meds. Transport picked me up around 5pm and I arrived to Ahwatukee Acute at close to 6. First impression was that this facility was clean and the few staff I had met were very nice. My anxiety had started to calm. After check in, I asked for my pain meds to which I was told the paperwork had not yet been processed so my meds were not currently in possession. I was due for all of my meds and none were available. After spending all week getting meds dialed in, there were no longer any to continue my treatment. My pain finally got so intense that I passed out and woke up in pools of sweat. No one wants to take responsibility for this. I was given 3 different stories as to where my pain meds were, why the hadn’t been filled and on and on. Fast forward to 4am. The supervisor finally came in to speak with me and said she was unaware of the entire situation! Let that sink in. THE SUPERVISOR CLAIMED TO HAVE NO IDEA THAT INHAD BEEN SUFFERING BASICALLY SINCE ARRIVAL. I will say that she was able to grab my same pain meds from another cart. Also mind blowing. No way it was just that easy because I had been asking for all my meds without any luck at all. It was like I was speaking a foreign language. I hit the call light and that wasn’t acknowledged in over 30min. Then they seemed to be fed up with me so no one even came to see why I was hitting the light. I can’t have any weight on my leg for 6 weeks per my surgeon and I have had to get myself on and off the toilet with awkwardly placed grab bars, in and out of a wheelchair on my own with no supervision. Just seems like everyone who is here at night is here to play grab ass. This is no care facility. Imagine if I couldn’t advocate for myself like many of the patients here now. Scary. I am giving this facility a chance to redeem themselves but my expectations are very low. I will be getting my case management team involved and will even be placing a call to my attorney. No one should be ignored and treated like I have at this facility. Will update when I’m discharged or if I leave. To be continued…
