Working always makes things interesting. From my space near the front door of the Hotel, I see a lot.
This week, I've had a lot of visitors. Folks looking to learn stuff I can teach them, families learning about when and where they'll go when they go home. I've even gotten to plan some projects and pitch new ones that need resources. I feel like I'm going somewhere, even though I'm running.
My regular characters come see me. One rolls in and it's obvious he needs help. His leg is dangling. He's slumped a little more than usual. He tells me the new wheelchair is having issues. His headrest is messed up and his foot pad won't stay on the chair, so we have to carry it upstairs.
Thankfully, he didn't have one of those spasms, that to the uninitiated, look as if he could just fly right out of the wheelchair. If I had a dollar for every time he's frightened new staff, I'd be rich.
Nevertheless, I fix what I can, empty his leg bag, and get him to the motor pool, otherwise known as therapy, so the wheelchair specialists can fix him up, literally, and figuratively. One smiles and tells him she knows where the "real tools" are.
He follows along, and I leave, knowing I've done my warm handoff to the next discipline.
Now for more fun...FIM certification!
Stay tuned.
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