The downside to Gary practicing only board transfers last week is he got out of practice at the depression transfers without the board, and it’s been showing this week – he hasn’t been getting the height and distance he had been; in fact, he tried one this afternoon with me just supervising, and he did one of those ones where he only got one butt cheek on the bed. I grabbed onto him and intentionally pulled him over sideways to make sure he didn’t slip off the bed. As he lay there, me trying to figure out the best way to haul his legs onto the narrow bed and straighten his upper body without him falling off the edge, he suggested we go back to the transfers where I give him more help (either with my hands under his sitting bones or at his hips) until he does those consistently well before trying the ones where I only supervise. I’ll bet you can guess I agreed to that!
When I left for the chiropractor in the morning, the garage people had already been hard at work for a couple hours. They were gone by the time I got back. I believe they have finished the breezeway except for painting it. They also cleaned off the red clay from the cement, and it looks really nice (now we and the kitties won’t be tracking that stuff in!). The owner had told me he was going to fill the drain partway up with cement, but I see they put pea gravel in there. I don’t know if they will cement it later or not – the owner had said cement would be better because it would give less chance for mosquitoes to breed in there, but maybe that decision didn’t get to his crew.
After seeing the chiropractor this morning, I took my car in. I got an oil change, new brake pads and rotors – whatever they are. At least there’s no squealing. They told me they had fixed the water problem by cleaning the AC system – evidently all the leaves and stuff that I hadn’t been cleaning off the front of the car around where the windshield wipers are had decayed and gotten into the system and clogged it. Oops. Well, I had other things on my mind.
Gary talked to someone in the engineering department of the city where Gary’s accident took place, a guy who is supposed to have something to do with traffic lights being put up. The guy said a study had been done a year ago of the intersection where Gary’s accident was, and it had been concluded that there wasn’t enough traffic there to warrant a light being put up. Gary told me that didn’t mean the quest is over, however, as he had heard that the mayor of the city wants a light there. Also, a developer of the property around the golf course out there is pushing for a light; Gary hasn’t talked to him yet.
I spent several hours today critiquing a story by one of the members of my writing group. It felt good to do that again. On my own story, I haven’t made it past the first ten pages in revising it. Something (or a certain someone ;-)) always seems to come up to distract me. Self-doubts creeping in don’t help, either.
On the kittie-front, Blackjack has decided it’s okay for Gary to wheel up to him to pet him when he is laying on the couch or futon. But he doesn’t actively seek Gary out. Tigger still regularly comes up on the hospital bed when Gary and I go through our routine in the morning or night. He isn’t pleased when I move him out of the way when Gary needs to turn over, however.
I had mentioned to Gary last night that I really didn’t see much improvement in his flap the last couple weeks and that maybe he should prone some during the day, at least on the days when he doesn’t have therapy, in order to take the pressure of that area and help it heal faster, because the goal is to have the flap doctor lift his restrictions when he sees him next November. Gary agreed to that. This evening he said, “The photos you took of my butt with your cell phone camera can be posted on the web, right?” “Yes,” I replied slowly, wondering if he was worried I had put them on the blog (I do have SOME limits as to what I put on there ;-)). “So you can take one each week and we can compare and see the changes (in the flap).” “Oh,” I teased, “I guess you mean you want me to email them to you. I was wondering if you wanted me to put them on the blog so everyone can keep track of the progress." “That might be interesting,” Gary said, “but let’s not do that.” So I guess it will have to be left to your imaginations ;-)
When I left for the chiropractor in the morning, the garage people had already been hard at work for a couple hours. They were gone by the time I got back. I believe they have finished the breezeway except for painting it. They also cleaned off the red clay from the cement, and it looks really nice (now we and the kitties won’t be tracking that stuff in!). The owner had told me he was going to fill the drain partway up with cement, but I see they put pea gravel in there. I don’t know if they will cement it later or not – the owner had said cement would be better because it would give less chance for mosquitoes to breed in there, but maybe that decision didn’t get to his crew.
After seeing the chiropractor this morning, I took my car in. I got an oil change, new brake pads and rotors – whatever they are. At least there’s no squealing. They told me they had fixed the water problem by cleaning the AC system – evidently all the leaves and stuff that I hadn’t been cleaning off the front of the car around where the windshield wipers are had decayed and gotten into the system and clogged it. Oops. Well, I had other things on my mind.
Gary talked to someone in the engineering department of the city where Gary’s accident took place, a guy who is supposed to have something to do with traffic lights being put up. The guy said a study had been done a year ago of the intersection where Gary’s accident was, and it had been concluded that there wasn’t enough traffic there to warrant a light being put up. Gary told me that didn’t mean the quest is over, however, as he had heard that the mayor of the city wants a light there. Also, a developer of the property around the golf course out there is pushing for a light; Gary hasn’t talked to him yet.
I spent several hours today critiquing a story by one of the members of my writing group. It felt good to do that again. On my own story, I haven’t made it past the first ten pages in revising it. Something (or a certain someone ;-)) always seems to come up to distract me. Self-doubts creeping in don’t help, either.
On the kittie-front, Blackjack has decided it’s okay for Gary to wheel up to him to pet him when he is laying on the couch or futon. But he doesn’t actively seek Gary out. Tigger still regularly comes up on the hospital bed when Gary and I go through our routine in the morning or night. He isn’t pleased when I move him out of the way when Gary needs to turn over, however.
I had mentioned to Gary last night that I really didn’t see much improvement in his flap the last couple weeks and that maybe he should prone some during the day, at least on the days when he doesn’t have therapy, in order to take the pressure of that area and help it heal faster, because the goal is to have the flap doctor lift his restrictions when he sees him next November. Gary agreed to that. This evening he said, “The photos you took of my butt with your cell phone camera can be posted on the web, right?” “Yes,” I replied slowly, wondering if he was worried I had put them on the blog (I do have SOME limits as to what I put on there ;-)). “So you can take one each week and we can compare and see the changes (in the flap).” “Oh,” I teased, “I guess you mean you want me to email them to you. I was wondering if you wanted me to put them on the blog so everyone can keep track of the progress." “That might be interesting,” Gary said, “but let’s not do that.” So I guess it will have to be left to your imaginations ;-)
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