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Oct. 9th, 2024 10:12 amMonday was probably the very worst experience we’ve had with Da Cripple Van. The previous Wednesday our pick up from the hospital was almost 2 hours late. Monday I had called for a 10:30 am pick up. I had an 11 AM appointment at the urologist, as it was NPB Day!. A day I look forward to each month. A New Pee Bag for me! We got our confirmation phone call that our 10:30 pick up for our 11 o’clock appointment would be at 10:45. Our shuttle eventually arrives at 11:10 for our 11 o’clock appointment. There was another rider in tow. We drove around for 20 minutes trying to find the correct building to drop her off at. It finally happened at 11:35….. giving us just enough time to get our 11 o’clock appointment. We arrived at our 11 o’clock appointment at 11:58 & pulled in behind another of the cities Cripple Buses. It was being driven by one of our favorite drivers, Jerry. He was there to pick us up after the 11 o’clock appointment that at 11:58 we had just arrived for. Unfortunately because we were not ready to be picked up he had to call us in as a no-show. It was an episode of The Twilight Zone where we pass ourselves leaving as we enter the building.
We got an inside and I apologized to the receptionist. She told me the nurse who switches out my pee bag had just gone to lunch so we hung out. And 1"15 I talked to the receptionist. She called back to the nurses office and then replied to me The nurse had forgotten I was up there. Of course she had. And 105 I went to the back nurses office. The entire procedure took eight minutes. We called the city for a pickup and they rerouted a van to get us. We got home at 2:30, which was just enough time to run upstairs, make a quick sandwich, and get back to the lobby for our 3 o’clock shuttle to the hospital for therapy. (Who is late but only by five minutes).
The following is only offered as an update to my therapeutical progress. I do this for you, not for me—— a sessions with the fabulous Maddie. We went immediately to the parallel bars. We did a little getting up out of the wheelchair and sitting back down. And one I shot a little too far I was unable to pull myself out. For the most part I fell buddy Madigan called me as part of my butt was on the chair. She was able to lift with her arms, I push with my feet and we made it back up to the wheelchair.I wasn’t physically hurt and they felt embarrassed. We did a handful of walks through the end of the parallel bars. She saw on my chart that last week I I have done some exercises of standing up from the wheelchair using a walker. We did that for a few times and then she asked me if I wanted to try doing a couple steps in the walker. I did four steps and sat down. I was absolutely pitted. Fucking exhausted. Using muscles I haven’t used over a year and they have pretty well atrophied. As the session wound down she asked if I wanted to take a slightly longer walk. Of course I did. She picked out a spot for me to walk to (about 3 feet) but I pushed past it to 5 feet. I collapsed in my chair and began to cry.
With a walker I can move like old people fuck(slow and sloppy.) It’s an ugly process to see as I look weak, uncoordinated and pathetic. But the truth is I went from standing up out of the wheelchair do using a walker in just three weeks. I have a tremendous amount of work to do but therapy is now more inspiration than perspiration.
As the narrator dictated earlier, I didn’t relay this to toot my own horn. It’s just factual and I am here to deliver the news, nothing more, nothing less.
We got an inside and I apologized to the receptionist. She told me the nurse who switches out my pee bag had just gone to lunch so we hung out. And 1"15 I talked to the receptionist. She called back to the nurses office and then replied to me The nurse had forgotten I was up there. Of course she had. And 105 I went to the back nurses office. The entire procedure took eight minutes. We called the city for a pickup and they rerouted a van to get us. We got home at 2:30, which was just enough time to run upstairs, make a quick sandwich, and get back to the lobby for our 3 o’clock shuttle to the hospital for therapy. (Who is late but only by five minutes).
The following is only offered as an update to my therapeutical progress. I do this for you, not for me—— a sessions with the fabulous Maddie. We went immediately to the parallel bars. We did a little getting up out of the wheelchair and sitting back down. And one I shot a little too far I was unable to pull myself out. For the most part I fell buddy Madigan called me as part of my butt was on the chair. She was able to lift with her arms, I push with my feet and we made it back up to the wheelchair.I wasn’t physically hurt and they felt embarrassed. We did a handful of walks through the end of the parallel bars. She saw on my chart that last week I I have done some exercises of standing up from the wheelchair using a walker. We did that for a few times and then she asked me if I wanted to try doing a couple steps in the walker. I did four steps and sat down. I was absolutely pitted. Fucking exhausted. Using muscles I haven’t used over a year and they have pretty well atrophied. As the session wound down she asked if I wanted to take a slightly longer walk. Of course I did. She picked out a spot for me to walk to (about 3 feet) but I pushed past it to 5 feet. I collapsed in my chair and began to cry.
With a walker I can move like old people fuck(slow and sloppy.) It’s an ugly process to see as I look weak, uncoordinated and pathetic. But the truth is I went from standing up out of the wheelchair do using a walker in just three weeks. I have a tremendous amount of work to do but therapy is now more inspiration than perspiration.
As the narrator dictated earlier, I didn’t relay this to toot my own horn. It’s just factual and I am here to deliver the news, nothing more, nothing less.