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a taxonomy of expectations
Mar. 21st, 2024 11:40 amI had therapy yesterday over at the hospital. Due to the unreliability of Go Raleigh i have begun scheduling things one hour before my desired arrival time. So of course yesterday they would pick us up exactly on time. That put us at the hospital 35 minutes before therapy. We scooted up to one of the hallway crossroads on the first floor to kill time/people watch.
About 15 minutes into it who crosses our path but he wonderful Occupational therapist Karlin C. He was my first client interaction with spinal rehab. He came into my room at 8 AM on my first day and basically told me to get in the wheelchair. I can’t get into the wheelchair. I can’t walk. He told me “I can’t“ is not an acceptable excuse in rehab. He knelt down in front of me and told me to wrap my arms around his neck. I did. He put his hands on my hips and basically lifted me out of bed and dropped me into a wheelchair. He rose to walk out the door “come on. We’re off to the gym“ I remember we did not do much that day but basic range of motion tests. I only worked with him one more time in the six weeks of therapy but he made it a point to walk over to see me and throw a fistbump/high five whenever I entered the gym. He’s a good man. I told Erica if he was a neighbor I would definitely go to his house for football Sundays.
We did therapy and as we waited for a ride home with crossed paths with both Elizabeth and Margaret. It was great to see them both and it reminded me how much of a family I felt like I had at the hospital. That’s a great relief as I have none outside of the hospital. On the way home Erica told me the moon was out. For some reason seeing the moon on a beautiful sunny day makes me happy. Unfortunately I could not see it from my seat on the prison bus. Err, I mean “handicapped transport vehicle.”
It’s officially Spring 2024. Do me this one favor, yeah? Do not say “spring has sprung“. That is one of the most hackneyed clichés and I hate hearing people say it. The only thing worse is when people ask “are you working hard or hardly working?“. Any of those comments deserve a quick karate chop to the throat.
About 15 minutes into it who crosses our path but he wonderful Occupational therapist Karlin C. He was my first client interaction with spinal rehab. He came into my room at 8 AM on my first day and basically told me to get in the wheelchair. I can’t get into the wheelchair. I can’t walk. He told me “I can’t“ is not an acceptable excuse in rehab. He knelt down in front of me and told me to wrap my arms around his neck. I did. He put his hands on my hips and basically lifted me out of bed and dropped me into a wheelchair. He rose to walk out the door “come on. We’re off to the gym“ I remember we did not do much that day but basic range of motion tests. I only worked with him one more time in the six weeks of therapy but he made it a point to walk over to see me and throw a fistbump/high five whenever I entered the gym. He’s a good man. I told Erica if he was a neighbor I would definitely go to his house for football Sundays.
We did therapy and as we waited for a ride home with crossed paths with both Elizabeth and Margaret. It was great to see them both and it reminded me how much of a family I felt like I had at the hospital. That’s a great relief as I have none outside of the hospital. On the way home Erica told me the moon was out. For some reason seeing the moon on a beautiful sunny day makes me happy. Unfortunately I could not see it from my seat on the prison bus. Err, I mean “handicapped transport vehicle.”
It’s officially Spring 2024. Do me this one favor, yeah? Do not say “spring has sprung“. That is one of the most hackneyed clichés and I hate hearing people say it. The only thing worse is when people ask “are you working hard or hardly working?“. Any of those comments deserve a quick karate chop to the throat.