August 19, 2006
Last night Gary proposed that we try out the roll-in shower this morning. All week he’s been saying we should try it out, to which I would reply a neutral “uh-huh” – after all, doing that takes a lot longer than doing the bed bath, at this point adding about an hour to our routine. Besides, I suspect he just wants to have the shower so he can get breakfast in bed first ;-) (he says he needs the energy for the extra effort). This morning as he rolled into the bathroom, he said he was excited to be trying out Joe’s beautifully designed shower (we think it deserves to be photographed for a magazine).
Since the set-up of the shower is different than Shepherd’s and Gary couldn’t get his chair angled quite the same way, we ended up using the transfer board to get him onto the shower bench, so as to make sure he didn’t land on the brake lock of the wheelchair. Everything went fine, though he passed on trying to wash his own lower legs and feet (because he would have to sit near the edge of the slippery shower bench, then grab a leg as he leaned backward on the bench; even with me right there he didn’t feel like trying it). Afterwards, he said the shower felt great.
After breakfast, he called our former housecleaner, who had said she would work for us when we got back. But it turned out that she just recently took on a different job. So now we have to hunt for another cleaning person, and we are not looking forward to that, given our past experiences at it.
Our outing for the day was to Kroger. When we got back, Gary found an email from his primary physician. She told him that after seeing him yesterday, she had been inspired to write a letter to our local state senator, whom she apparently knows, asking him to use his influence to get a stoplight put at the intersection where Gary’s injury took place. I hope the senator pursues it.
My leg has been acting up since coming home, so yesterday I decided I couldn’t wait any longer: I called one of the massage therapists I see, and he agreed to come out to the house today, so I indulged in a massage this afternoon. The drive back from Atlanta aggravated my leg, I know, and I think the fact that I have been doing more sitting since being home may have worsened it too – I barely sat at all while in Birmingham and at Shepherd. My brother previously mentioned to me that the mattress in the small bedroom where I’m sleeping is deteriorated, so I’ve put some memory foam on it to see if that makes a difference to my leg; if I don’t notice a difference in the next couple days, I’ll have to look into buying a new mattress.
Gary talked to Donne and Phyllis in the evening. Donne teased Gary about having it easy, what with his six hours of leisure per day. Gary remarked that he only had that if things like grocery shopping and paying bills counted as leisure (we still haven't turned on the TV yet!).
All for today.
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“Any fact facing us is not as important as our attitude toward it, for that determines our success or failure.”
...Norman Vincent Peale
Last night Gary proposed that we try out the roll-in shower this morning. All week he’s been saying we should try it out, to which I would reply a neutral “uh-huh” – after all, doing that takes a lot longer than doing the bed bath, at this point adding about an hour to our routine. Besides, I suspect he just wants to have the shower so he can get breakfast in bed first ;-) (he says he needs the energy for the extra effort). This morning as he rolled into the bathroom, he said he was excited to be trying out Joe’s beautifully designed shower (we think it deserves to be photographed for a magazine).
Since the set-up of the shower is different than Shepherd’s and Gary couldn’t get his chair angled quite the same way, we ended up using the transfer board to get him onto the shower bench, so as to make sure he didn’t land on the brake lock of the wheelchair. Everything went fine, though he passed on trying to wash his own lower legs and feet (because he would have to sit near the edge of the slippery shower bench, then grab a leg as he leaned backward on the bench; even with me right there he didn’t feel like trying it). Afterwards, he said the shower felt great.
After breakfast, he called our former housecleaner, who had said she would work for us when we got back. But it turned out that she just recently took on a different job. So now we have to hunt for another cleaning person, and we are not looking forward to that, given our past experiences at it.
Our outing for the day was to Kroger. When we got back, Gary found an email from his primary physician. She told him that after seeing him yesterday, she had been inspired to write a letter to our local state senator, whom she apparently knows, asking him to use his influence to get a stoplight put at the intersection where Gary’s injury took place. I hope the senator pursues it.
My leg has been acting up since coming home, so yesterday I decided I couldn’t wait any longer: I called one of the massage therapists I see, and he agreed to come out to the house today, so I indulged in a massage this afternoon. The drive back from Atlanta aggravated my leg, I know, and I think the fact that I have been doing more sitting since being home may have worsened it too – I barely sat at all while in Birmingham and at Shepherd. My brother previously mentioned to me that the mattress in the small bedroom where I’m sleeping is deteriorated, so I’ve put some memory foam on it to see if that makes a difference to my leg; if I don’t notice a difference in the next couple days, I’ll have to look into buying a new mattress.
Gary talked to Donne and Phyllis in the evening. Donne teased Gary about having it easy, what with his six hours of leisure per day. Gary remarked that he only had that if things like grocery shopping and paying bills counted as leisure (we still haven't turned on the TV yet!).
All for today.
***
“Any fact facing us is not as important as our attitude toward it, for that determines our success or failure.”
...Norman Vincent Peale
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