What's going on here
Well, my mom's better(pacemaker installed), and back to torturing me again. I've always loved her, that's never been the problem, but she is soooo cruel. Anyway...
When I would go visit her at the rehab, I'd leave Bob with the phone, as he recently learned how to answer it. I called to check on him and got no answer, so had to go home. I had been there about 4 hours, but the clock in the room was malfunctioning and didn't realize it was time anyway. The second hand moved, and the minute hand, but the hour hand kept dropping. Finally, I said, wait a minute, it's been 6:30 for hours! So, I figure I will get home and see that he's dropped it off his little table and that's why he couldn't answer, but I come thru the door and don't see his wheelchair sitting in the TV room, which is a straight shot view. I feel a little panic, but think he might have wheeled somewhere as he is feeling a little more tricky, these days. I now see the dining room and there is his wheelchair...empty. I fly around the corner and there he is, laying on the floor. I say, "how long have you been down there?" He replies, "3 hours".
Using the scene from the murder movie where the wife has to move her husbands body, I grab onto his gait belt and drag him across the slick floor. When I got him to the carpeted area, he was able to get on his knees and lean on the couch to raise up.
He said that our cat in the garage, kept jumping on the door handle that comes into the kitchen. He does that when he wants the garage door lifted so he can go out. So hubby, wheeled himself into thru the dining room, into the kitchen (told you there would be more trouble when he became more mobile) and opened the door between the kitchen and garage. HE THEN STOOD UP ON THE STEP'S LEDGE and reached around the doorway with his only good arm (holding onto nothing) and felt for the garage button. He actually made it thru that, BUT, when he went to come out of the kitchen, he got his wheel stuck on a grocery bag where I had run in and dropped a bag of pet food before I left. Then he started trying to get them up, to hide his adventure. On the last one, he bent over too much and the chair-lift in his wheelchair seat, popped him right out of the seat, face first onto the floor.
But, oh my, I told him, do you understand how dangerous that was?!?!?! If you had fallen forward off the one cement step, down to the garage floor, you'd probably have broken bones, AND after laying there for 3 hours, you'd went into shock and/or caught pneumonia. I really don't see how he managed to not fall over, because he had to lean and feel with his good hand, so he couldn't hold onto anything. I'm just so thankful, and he's very apologetic, but let's see if he still does stupid stuff, putting himself at risk.
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