October 22, 2006
Gary read the blog and corrected me, saying that last Monday it had been the bus driver who noticed his tip bar had fallen off and who then proceeded to put it back in, incorrectly as it turned out. Now I feel SO much better that Gary let a bus driver put his tip bars in for him ;-) (Needless to say, in the future he will do that himself!)
Today at the fish counter at Kroger, Gary asked for some Mahi-mahi. The fish man picked up a fillet, laid it in one of those little plastic trays, and asked if that amount of fish would be enough, tilting the tray toward us as he spoke. The fish slid out of the tray and off the counter, the fish man winced, Gary groaned – and I caught the slippery flying fish. :-) Gary and the fish man looked at me in astonishment, and the fish man asked me if I practiced martial arts, given my reflexes. I laughed and said no, and then as we left the counter I joked to Gary that my reflexes were probably so highly honed from having to be prepared to catch him in case he lost his balance during transfers and such. He said he wouldn’t be surprised if there was some truth in that.
As we drove to the ice cream shop, Gary laughed and asked me if I remembered the very first “trip” I had taken him on, to the movies. I said I sure did, that at the time he had reminded me of one of those bobble-head dolls, what with all the “wobbling about” he was doing in the car. Since he doesn’t do that kind of thing much any more, I asked him if it had really been my driving, as he seemed to indicate at the time. He admitted it had mostly been his problems with balance, which he is much improved with now. But he also thought I drive smoother now. Mostly ;-)
Speaking of improvements, this morning Gary did his best transfer ever from bed to wheelchair. He was very, very pleased with it. Now, he’s hoping that it is repeatable. He also said he felt really, really good today, and since the accident he has only made that comment a couple times before. He says most days he still feels “not quite right” in the afternoon (muzzy, I think) and tired out in the evening. But he said he felt good all day today, and he felt that way last Wednesday. Hopefully these times will become ever more frequent.
Dolores suggested we get a cat door that locks, so our cats can’t get in without us letting them in – this way they couldn’t bring critters without our approval (which we would not give:-)). But we think our cats are too old to learn to be outside cats (they’re fourteen). I have visions of them always hollering to be let out when they’re in, and then coming around to my study window and hollering at me to let them back in. Not to mention that if a big dog comes in the yard (and there are those who let their dogs run around unleashed), they’d come tearing to the cat door and brain themselves on the locked door. And since, in general, they can’t tell when the door is locked or not, this seems a little cruel to have a peephole to the nice warm house with food on the other side, but they can’t get in ;-)
We got the bill for Gary’s helicopter transport to UAB Hospital. $18,000. According to the bill, insurance is only paying half of that!
Gary read the blog and corrected me, saying that last Monday it had been the bus driver who noticed his tip bar had fallen off and who then proceeded to put it back in, incorrectly as it turned out. Now I feel SO much better that Gary let a bus driver put his tip bars in for him ;-) (Needless to say, in the future he will do that himself!)
Today at the fish counter at Kroger, Gary asked for some Mahi-mahi. The fish man picked up a fillet, laid it in one of those little plastic trays, and asked if that amount of fish would be enough, tilting the tray toward us as he spoke. The fish slid out of the tray and off the counter, the fish man winced, Gary groaned – and I caught the slippery flying fish. :-) Gary and the fish man looked at me in astonishment, and the fish man asked me if I practiced martial arts, given my reflexes. I laughed and said no, and then as we left the counter I joked to Gary that my reflexes were probably so highly honed from having to be prepared to catch him in case he lost his balance during transfers and such. He said he wouldn’t be surprised if there was some truth in that.
As we drove to the ice cream shop, Gary laughed and asked me if I remembered the very first “trip” I had taken him on, to the movies. I said I sure did, that at the time he had reminded me of one of those bobble-head dolls, what with all the “wobbling about” he was doing in the car. Since he doesn’t do that kind of thing much any more, I asked him if it had really been my driving, as he seemed to indicate at the time. He admitted it had mostly been his problems with balance, which he is much improved with now. But he also thought I drive smoother now. Mostly ;-)
Speaking of improvements, this morning Gary did his best transfer ever from bed to wheelchair. He was very, very pleased with it. Now, he’s hoping that it is repeatable. He also said he felt really, really good today, and since the accident he has only made that comment a couple times before. He says most days he still feels “not quite right” in the afternoon (muzzy, I think) and tired out in the evening. But he said he felt good all day today, and he felt that way last Wednesday. Hopefully these times will become ever more frequent.
Dolores suggested we get a cat door that locks, so our cats can’t get in without us letting them in – this way they couldn’t bring critters without our approval (which we would not give:-)). But we think our cats are too old to learn to be outside cats (they’re fourteen). I have visions of them always hollering to be let out when they’re in, and then coming around to my study window and hollering at me to let them back in. Not to mention that if a big dog comes in the yard (and there are those who let their dogs run around unleashed), they’d come tearing to the cat door and brain themselves on the locked door. And since, in general, they can’t tell when the door is locked or not, this seems a little cruel to have a peephole to the nice warm house with food on the other side, but they can’t get in ;-)
We got the bill for Gary’s helicopter transport to UAB Hospital. $18,000. According to the bill, insurance is only paying half of that!
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