Chris, who watches Bob for me so I can run errands, is still stranded at home because her power wheelchair is not working. This has been going on for nearly a month now. And that means, I am stranded at home, too.
Two weeks ago, I arranged a wheelchair transport and took Bob with me to the pharmacy to get his pain pills. We also went grocery shopping together a couple of times. Saturday, I will have to do the same thing to pick up his pain patches and get some more groceries.
While I love having Bob with me, the amount of work involved, for me, to take Bob anywhere is incredible. First there is the two hours or more getting him bathed, dressed, shaved, hair washed and combed, etc. all which, with the exception of shaving, I have to do for him. Then there is physically moving him into the wheelchair, which involves taking off the wheelchair arm, but the hardest part of this is when I actually lift his legs into the chair. Then, there's putting on his shoes and sunglasses and putting the wheelchair arm on, plus his right arm support and phew! I'm already exhausted and we haven't left the house yet...
Then add the fact that the wheelchair transport limits you to three bags of groceries, making it impossible to stock up like I usually do.
This has been my life these past few weeks or so without Chris. Which makes me really appreciate her. She's waiting for a new/used power chair from a charity, and hopefully will have that next week. Meanwhile, I tell you, all these extra outings with Bob added to twice weekly PT has left me with sore legs and a backache and completely exhausted.
Today, we are off to PT again. That's a six block walk, one way, with me pushing that wheelchair. Add to that, his chair tires need air and my air compressor is not working! grrr
And, to think, The Defense is going to tell the jury that I don't need any help around here...