The term "rehab" sometimes conjures up a dreary setting or at least a Days of Wine and Roses scenario. But of course, not all rehab is like that. My mother just spent the better part of two months at Bridgepoint Hospital in Toronto. She began her stay at the old Bridgepoint after she was deemed ready for rehabilitation from a broken leg. A bout of C. difficile caused her to have to bounce (as it were) back to an acute care hospital, so she missed the long awaited move from the old Bridgepoint to the new facility on April 14.

What a change awaited her. Once the weather and her health improved, we went exploring.This is the entrance to the roof garden on the 10th floor. It was in the process of being completed when I was up there with her last week:

 

 

The roof garden, a xeriscape, has been planted with various kinds of sedum, over which bees were buzzing: 

 

 

 

There is a spectacular view of downtown Toronto through the plate glass:

 



 

 

Tables of some sort - maybe destined to be raised planters - had just been painted:

 

 

 

The door we came out of is at the foot of this amazing mirrored wall:

 

 

The old Don Jail - at least part of it- has been restored and refurbished to be the administrative wing of the new Bridgepoint:

 

 

Quite a difference from the parkette just around the corner:

 

 



How much does the environment affect the outcome for those using it - patients on the one hand and prisoners on the other?