When convenience is not worth the price

What a week! One week ago, Bunny was transfered to the rehabilitation center. The hospital had arranged for her to go to (what I'm calling) The Good Rehab™, but Bunny wanted another one that was much closer to Chez Boca. As in walking distance of Chez Boca (that is, if you ignore multiple fences along the way and the lack of a cross walk across a six lanes of traffic on a major road). So that's where she was transported to. But upon entering that place, it was clear it was a mistake. What happened next is a blur of the next 72 hours: The smell! It wasn't nauseating or unbearable, but … unfamiliar and thus disturbing. It purmeated the place. You could not get away from it. The initial room that Bunny was assigned lacked a bed. Fortunately (I guess) there was another room nearby where she was reassigned. Speaking of rooms, while sizable, all it contained was a wall-mounted TV, a wall-mounted clock, a wall-mounted light fixture, the said bed (which wasn't much bigger than the gurney…