Lazy Sunday … not!
Whatever wheelchair we end up with (and I think it will be number 4, not sure), I needed to make the door to Pearlsky’s room a bit wider. Every time I make the turn from the hallway into her room I end up taking out a small piece of the wall or the doorway … so, this morning I installed offset hinges on her door. What, pray tell, are offset hinges?
No, her room is not painted ugly purple, by the way.
And speaking of wheelchairs, we are still using her old one. Remember, numbers one and two were returned, we still have number three, but she pushes her butt forward and it does not work at zero tilt. It has been gathering dust. I spent an hour or so on changing the configuration today. I moved where the seatbelt was mounted, I moved the mounting of the safety chest harness, I moved the placement of the footrest plate, I removed the wheel handrail things, and I moved the laterals. I also found more scratches and probably produced a few of my own. The key is to see if she is more comfortable in this configuration and if she stays sitting properly (or at least “properly” in my mind).
And now I need to cook for guests, entertain Pearlsky for a while (although, watching me cook is very entertaining), install this new pull up bar thing which will give me upper body strength like I used to have so that I will be under the mistaken impression that I won’t hurt my back again and figure out what color to paint Pearlsky’s room.
Simply a lazy Sunday.
Offset hinges are such a simple concept but hard to explain. I learned about them in OT school, about 30 years ago. I might have to send some of my readers over to this post.
Most every young girl I know loves that color of purple. Any chance you might try to devise a way for her to make a choice?
I hoped you would post today – thinking you might be busy this week. Enjoy!
Okay, so commenting here is like sending you a private message because obviously no one else was as interested in door hinges and purple paint as me.
Now I see that you are celebrating this week watching old George Carlin and Robin Williams videos, being impertinent to your mother and thinking about the end of the world.
Ah, well, purple paint and social workers will drive one to do that, I suppose. Not to mention wheelchairs that don’t wheel.
I was introduced to the meaning of a cyclotron (particle accelerator) when I was very young as my older sibling started in college in ’69 on a campus that had just built one. I think it is still there. Another was almost built in north Texas about 20 years ago. I forget the story of how that fell apart. Now why would I tell you that?
Barbara: I am starting to think you are my only reader …
Somehow I feel ‘safer’ commenting on this post…that and I wanted to tell you there was an informative article in our local paper on the proton collision. I’m guessing your-engineering-self knows all about it. I am still not clear on the Higgs boson, but I hope to ask my rocket-scientist-relative and my engineer-in-training-progeny if they can explain it to me.