Jun 17, 2007
Oops!
In the evening Gary decided to practice a floor-to-futon transfer before starting his stretching. “Let me know if you want help,” I called from my bedroom (where I was of course working on my story). “I will,” he replied. Next thing I hear is him making noises indicating something definitely did not go as planned. I ran out to the living room to find him on the floor on his side with a little blood on his forehead and nose. I made sure he was reasonably okay, and then he told me that in getting down from the wheelchair by leaning forward and walking on his hands along the floor his body dropped too fast for his hands to keep up with and he hit the floor with his head. Ouch. I got some skin wound cleanser and cleaned off the blood and stuck a band-aid on his forehead vertically because it was a long cut, then he was ready to try to get on the futon. My goal was to help him as little as reasonable, because the last time he made this transfer, after accidently falling, I had strained my back a little in trying to get him up. I am afraid I am less able to help him than before I tore my meniscus, so it’s a good thing he doesn’t need my help as much as he used to. This time I just kept his butt in place since his position caused gravity to want to topple him to the side, but I did no lifting. As a result, he had to exert more effort than that last time, but he got up on the futon successfully. I then reviewed in the blog I had written last December that when he/we had practiced getting from the wheelchair to the floor, I had knelt next to him and kept my hand under his chest and walked on my knees as fast as I could next to him exactly in order that he not hit his head on the floor. Oh, well. Since he had gone down smoothly when he accidently ended up on the floor, he hadn’t expected it to be a problem this time.
So now he has “road burn” on his forehead and nose. Great, just in time for our trip to Nebraska. Hopefully it will heal enough so his mom doesn’t think I’ve been derelict in my duty ;-). Gary assured me she would know it isn’t possible to always protect a person who would ski off a barn when a kid.
Oops!
In the evening Gary decided to practice a floor-to-futon transfer before starting his stretching. “Let me know if you want help,” I called from my bedroom (where I was of course working on my story). “I will,” he replied. Next thing I hear is him making noises indicating something definitely did not go as planned. I ran out to the living room to find him on the floor on his side with a little blood on his forehead and nose. I made sure he was reasonably okay, and then he told me that in getting down from the wheelchair by leaning forward and walking on his hands along the floor his body dropped too fast for his hands to keep up with and he hit the floor with his head. Ouch. I got some skin wound cleanser and cleaned off the blood and stuck a band-aid on his forehead vertically because it was a long cut, then he was ready to try to get on the futon. My goal was to help him as little as reasonable, because the last time he made this transfer, after accidently falling, I had strained my back a little in trying to get him up. I am afraid I am less able to help him than before I tore my meniscus, so it’s a good thing he doesn’t need my help as much as he used to. This time I just kept his butt in place since his position caused gravity to want to topple him to the side, but I did no lifting. As a result, he had to exert more effort than that last time, but he got up on the futon successfully. I then reviewed in the blog I had written last December that when he/we had practiced getting from the wheelchair to the floor, I had knelt next to him and kept my hand under his chest and walked on my knees as fast as I could next to him exactly in order that he not hit his head on the floor. Oh, well. Since he had gone down smoothly when he accidently ended up on the floor, he hadn’t expected it to be a problem this time.
So now he has “road burn” on his forehead and nose. Great, just in time for our trip to Nebraska. Hopefully it will heal enough so his mom doesn’t think I’ve been derelict in my duty ;-). Gary assured me she would know it isn’t possible to always protect a person who would ski off a barn when a kid.
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