I'm living in Langdon Place of Dover right now. I've been here for rehab, and for the most part it's been very, very good. The care from the girls is good. They're a very caring staff. The food is, for the most part, very good. They have a great OT and PT staff. The LNAs are, for the most part, very, very good. You always have the one that you don't get along with, but the nurses are excellent, and the social worker is superb. She's very good with her job, and she's very caring. I can't always get in touch with her when I need her, but she's busy, and I realize that. The main person that admits people is very accessible and I've been able to talk to her. In fact, she called my husband before I even came here, and told him this is where I was coming, and if I needed anything to give her a call. It's kind of laid that groundwork, and that was very good, and that made things very easy. One day, the head cook and the social worker came into my room and wanted to know what was good, what was bad, what was ugly. They wanted to know what they were doing right and what they were doing wrong. I told them, and they were very glad. I was very open about what I felt about what they were doing because there were a few things that we tweaked on the menu, and I let them know, and they tweaked them. There were a few things on the menu that I said, "Why do you put this and this together?" and they went, "Oh, you're right, why do we do that?" I have Crohn's, and every Sunday night they put a salad on my tray, and every Sunday night I send it back saying, "I told you no salad," and it's right on my ticket: no salads. There are those little things that still need to be tweaked. I'm in a two-person room, it's nice, and airy, and it's got windows. We both have windows right beside our beds, with a little hall that goes out to the main hallway, one bathroom, the showers are down the hall, and we each have a closet. It's nice, and bright, and painted yellow. We each have a TV.