This is my bed and has been for the past two weeks. It's been quite a time.
Mom had panicked early in the morning fearing she would not get her meds on time and called 911. We live about four blocks away but she was scared and so was I when the Windsor Heights Police knocked on our door at 4:45AM. She was admitted to the hospital for observation and her back pain. Then three days later she was released from Mercy West Lakes. Clearly we could not leave her alone at night so...I moved in.
Meanwhile we made application for a wheel-chair because walking is so painful. She was denied by Medicare because we were honest and said we were going to use it to go places...like the doctor, dentist, etc. They don't allow such luxury's. Ten minutes after we got the denial I turned to Facebook and asked my friends there if anybody knew of somebody that had one. Within twenty-minutes my dear friend Kiley Stenberg said she had one for me. The sad part about that was that Kiley's father had been using the transfer-chair but had just, seven weeks ago, died. "I want to make sure somebody that is in need can use it. This is perfect." When I picked it up we both cried a little.
It's so tough watching parents decline but it happens all the time.
Mom thinks the gift was really nice but can't quite figure out why somebody she doesn't know would do it. "You have some amazing friends Michael." I know Mom...good night.
And...so it goes.