Mr. S. got discharged recently. He told people that "two ladies jumped on my chair" and now it won't do anything. He claims the ladies "broke it". Mr. S. also tells a patient or two (via phone call and one, Mr. Chatty relays info to us) that he's sitting in his shower chair on his porch waiting for his neighbor to fix his chair. Our wheelchair specialist is not amused.
Oh, the heave ho going on at the Hotel is getting better. They've fixed us up with top-of-the-line ceiling lifts. The renovation's coming, but, in the interests of safety, and the fact that they've already spent the money, the Powers That Be deigned we get them. It's about freaking time. Who else moves more patients than us? Only one other rehab is in our system, and they had lifts way before us. To top it off, 95% of their people walk, even the amputees.
So I'm not sure if all the excitement of the new power equipment or if it's just the weather, but my back is acting up. So much that it warrants a trip to Dr.B to figure out what's up. I don't really want to be out of commission, but I really don't want to end up really injured either.
Stay tuned...
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