La Quinta Inn Nightmare Stay

 We have been gone out of town. It was not a fun or exciting adventure, just business. However, we did stay overnight and I had my first shower since November 2019. It was heaven. Water all over at one time is a dream come true. Here, I use a washcloth all over. Not ideal or even good. 

His has been too nasty for me to consider putting one toe in his tub. I still won't get in it, because I don't feel it is sanitary still. Never mind, it is a long story. 

We requested a disability accessible room. It was a nightmare. Have these accessible rooms changed? Once in the 80s, I stopped without a reservation to rent a room. I was very tired and it was very late at night. There was no room. Finally, they told me I could have a disability accessible room if I wanted it. I jumped at it. 

Then--room was huge with plenty of walking area. Now--Tommy had to make a little zigzag through the narrow room. He hit the wall every time. 

Then--the bathroom was spacious. I was sort of put out at how far I had to walk from commode to sink...lol. Now--it was actually cramped. The commode was right inside the bathroom door. I have no problem with Tommy coming into the bathroom, but it was close passing me with the walker. I was told the shower was a flat floor. No, it had a ledge about 1.5 inches to step over. I have a friend who could not even get over a step that high. There was no place within reach of the shower to put a bar of soap or a washcloth or shampoo! I had to step out of the area to get what I needed. The seat was all the way to the back of the shower, so I had to stand to reach the handheld shower. I was up and down for soap and shower. Scary.

The floor of the bathroom was slick as ice. I stood and watched my feet slide along the floor. I really was afraid one of us would fall. Once I stepped outside the bathroom, the floor was better but not rough enough to make me feel completely safe. 

The beds were so high that we both had trouble getting on! And, they were too soft to even turn over without great trouble. There was one nightstand between two queen-sized beds and it was too far to reach the light from either bed! 

I stuck my walker into a corner where it was really inaccessible for use. Tommy must have his walker at his fingertips when he gets out of bed. The only places for it were in the "hall" or between the beds. That made it difficult for me to get out of bed. I had to work to get out safely. He had to get out of the other side of his bed and walk around between the beds, holding onto his bed in order to get his walker. 

The microwave and refrigerator were both too low for me. I know it is meant for people in wheelchairs and does not help either of us with our mobility issues. When I tried to open the refrigerator, it slid out and there was no way for me to access it. So, I had to rely on Tommy. Not good. He never complains but I hate to ask him to help me do so many things. 

Of course, the curtain provided no privacy as it would not come together. I called the desk and the woman talked to me like I was two, telling me there was a stick to pull it together. Of course, I had nothing to hold it together--clothes pin, bobby pin, hair clip. I ALWAYS have had with me without fail. She could not help me she said as she was the only person working. LIE! I asked her if I was to undress in front of the window or check out or what. She said she had nothing. I asked her if she had a paperclip. She said when she checked in a few people, she would bring me paperclips. An hour later, she brought me three. 

The beds were not only too high and too soft, the three pillows on the queen-sized beds were too thick, overstuffed, and hard. I finally got situated, but Tommy was suffering. He said he finally got settled where he could sleep on his back. 

The closet did not have any place to hang clothes except very low. Not everyone who has a disability needs a knee-high rod for their clothing. I have no idea how anyone in a wheelchair would get into the bed. There were not enough bars for me in the shower and bathroom for me to use to feel safe. And, I need grab bars less than many others would. 

As we sat at the table to eat, I found a dog hair on the plastic lining the ice bucket. Gross. It was red, definitely not belonging to either of us. Then, when I got a towel down to dry off on Monday, there was a very curly hair in my towel. Neither of us has one curl. This was rolled up in the towel.

I did not realize we were on the floor designated for dogs. One dog was barking when we settled into the room. As we came down the hall, four dogs were yapping and barking. Tommy heard dogs barking as he came back from getting ice. What a nightmare!!! In the middle of the night two dogs were barking! 

The manager was very dismissive of my complaint, countering with their "policy". I shut that down telling her I was interested in a night's sleep. Customer service for Wyndam cut me off. 

A funny bit--The only picture of an animate object was a fat little bird with its head cocked. The bird ws about a foot long.Finally, Tommy laughed and said the bird kept staring at him every time he looked at it. Or, something to that effect.

Have you had nightmare stays in a hotel/motel?