From diagnosis to that ambulance ride in the darkness; from the day I left that hospital with a walker to the day I left rehab; and until now, there were things that could have made the months better and safer.
First a confession. As I may have mentioned, before diagnosis, I did something foolish while taking apart a drafting table. I needed someone with common sense to say STOP!
After that, I needed a platform in the trunk of my car that would have avoided dangerous bending and lifting. I could lift my trunk lid; I can't lift the hatches on late model SUVs. But the bottom of the trunk was a problem.
I needed, and will always need, chairs that are not too big for me. Luckily, at home, I had my "posture chair" that let me rest and an ottoman to put my feet up. I had an adjustable desk chair, but it was too much pushing and pulling to get it near the desk in thick carpet.
I had good closets in the hills and later in the valley, but it still took unhealthy and forbidden bending to get my laundry off the floor and to get anything I dropped. After rehab, I had someone to do my laundry, but she never quite "got it" that if she left something on a low shelf, I might not be able to get it until her next visit.
I needed a guardian angel to tie my good walking shoes, so I wore out my glossy leather clogs instead. I still can barely tie the oxfords without too much bending--a struggle.
I needed a fridge and washer and dryer at waist height.
But there is no gadget for something that is still a slight problem - the home equivalent of the pedicure! The simple act of being able to reach down safely and take care of my toenails! Got solutions? Contact me at once!
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