Nov 12, 2006

Gary made his first transfer with me out of his sight – his easiest transfer, the one where he goes from his wheelchair to the bed. I stood around the corner of the bedroom and made him count out “one, two, three,” so at least I would know when he was making the transfer. Then I stood there and silently said “Please, please, please,” to myself (as in, “Please let him make it”). As soon as he said “three,” I came around the corner. He had done a great transfer, getting well onto the bed. He asked me if I’d been nervous. I said, “Yeah.” He said that he had been nervous too at not being able to see me, but that maybe that was the reason why his transfer had been an extra good one.