I found out I can lift the wheelchair up into the back of the station wagon. I lift with my right arm and swing with the hips. Thank God they brought a lite one to us. I am not sure I could have lifted a non-lite one. We went out to dinner last night. Victor ran into old work friends at the restaurant for the first time since this all happened. These people went white as a sheet when they saw him come in there in the wheelchair. The wife almost burst into tears. Victor went over and talked to them a bit, then after dinner they popped over to us and we must have talked for an hour. Then we went grocery shopping. Luckily Stater Bros. has wide aisles and a good setup so no problems with the wheechair. Although they now make you parade down to the middle of the store if you need wheelchair access to the store. They used to have it open at the ends of the check out counters. I felt a little obvious last night when we trekked through there. It was good to do something normal finally like grocery shopping and eating out. We are learning new things all the time while we cope with all this stuff.Katherine
No, you never get used to it. I helped a friend out who was temporarily in a wheelchair due to an ankle injury a few years back. There were some stores we went into regularly as ablebodied people that her wheelchair could not get into. Aisles were blocked and if you knocked it over people got mad. I got angry in one store and told the cashier how uncomfortable it was for my friend to get around. She could have cared less. I am going to be very outspoken when I find these things happening with my hubby and I. It should not be hard to go naywhere, especially in these United States. We have so much already. I will carry that big stick Kevno is always teasing me about and shout at a few people. Katherine
News Flash! Hubby went back into the hospital tonight to have the dead skin on his stump removed. They put a vacuum bandage on it with a pump. New technology that is supposed to help the wound heal faster. He is supposed to be home Monday??? We shall see.I spent the afternoon with him and he went to surgery around 8:30, out by ten. He was doing okay when I left him in his room around 11:30 tonight.This is hard!Katherine
Yes it does. Shal we think of another name for it. Above the knee prosthetic area???
Sounds like they went after the other leg, you know the remaining limb. Seeing as he ain't got the other one! LOL
I am back and damn if it ain't more news!Hubby called me at 11:50 this evening. Seems the infectious disease doctor was by and it looks like there may be infection in his stump on the leg near the bones. This means keeping the vacuum pump on the wound for several weeks and antibiotics started. They will probably have to do some kind of heavy duty antibiotics to him requiring a catheter placement into his arm. I am not looking forward to this. It looks like a few more days in the hospital for him. I am not happy at all.To top it all off tonight I am itching all over like a rash. Itch, itch, itch! I have taken two benadryl and am waiting for them to help stop it soon. I figured since the hubby bugered up my worry mechanism I could write about it here. My typing suck and I am tired. but worried. Worry gremlins are on my shoulder tonight whispering their sweet nothings to me. A Catholic priest stopped in and saw the hubby in the hospital today and gave him a pamphlet that told him he should take his pain with "grace and goodwill" because in doing so, because God gave him the pain, he particpates in the blessings of" El Senor" on the cross. I have not figured out why God would give you pain to enjoy! I have a God who is a loving God. Pain is often inflicted by ourselves to ourselves. In hubby's case it was a stupid accident that crushed his leg. I do NOT think God sent angels to tip the blade over. The guardian angels probably took a hit trying to throw him as much out of the way as they could. And then there is me, with dialysis, how dare he tell me that I have pain because I am not taking this disease gracefully like Jesus would have. Put Jesus down here on dialysis and see if he does not complain about it a few times. After all he only got stuck with a few nails and dies. I get dialysis needles (nails) every other day and I live to tell about it. I look towards God as a comforting and joyous being. I have probably pissed off at least half the people reading this, but it is the way I feel! Well the adventure of Dialysis Woman and the One Foot Wonder are never ending! If you pray, please pray for us. Do not ask for specifics just pray for assistance for us. I need more strength I think I have to cope with all of this happening. (If one more person tells me "God doesn't give you more than you can handle", I am going to go ballistic! I have had enough!)
Thanks I try hard! I have a lot to rant about right now!Katherine