Howdy, howdy. Yesterday (actually, it’s today as I’m writing this) was (is?) one of those days. It’s always nice to wake up to one of your key pieces of machinery (naturally one of the few you don’t have a good spare for) being dead (again). Yes, the hydraulics on my patient lift (the thing that transfers me from bed to chair, etc.) decided it would be fun to go out in the middle of the night. I was stuck in bed until 4:00, 4:30, which didn’t really bother me aside from zapping any desire to be productive. And surprisingly, the medical equipment company sent someone out to look at it right away.
Bad news! The hydraulic pump is dead (you don’t say?!). I’ve had this particular lift less than four years and this is the third or fourth time they’ve had to replace the pump. Normally, it gives us a little warning before performing a dramatic death scene, so we have time to fix it, but not this time. Granted, I’d lost complete faith in this piece of equipment long ago (after all, at least two of the replacement pumps had the following sticker on them, so trust is an issue), but I have no choice except to use it (it’s like my relationship with elevators: hate/no choice). Yeah.
So, I was stuck in bed trying not to go down that “every bad outcome of this scenario” rabbit hole, and succeeding quite well with not panicking, when the “good” news came. They (the medical company) had a spare that we can borrow until mine gets fixed or replaced. The problem? It’s electric, so it’s not great for me in the first place. Plus there’re weird boxes that get in the way of my feet. And I’ve never used one before, so it’s a little terrifying. When I get nervous, I ask stupid questions and point out obvious problems and all of that, which annoys the person taking care of me (namely Dad) because he’s also trying to figure out how to make it work, which makes him snappy. On top of everything else, we were both a little hangry. Needless to say, issues arose.
But, I made it to my chair (which has also been acting up) without getting anything broken. I tried to figure out some Medicare problems I’ve been having. Then I wrote this. I’m officially done with today (yesterday as you’re reading this).
So, what does all of this mean? Absolutely nothing. I needed to rant and I needed a blog topic. You can take it as a glance into cripple problems if you want. Feel free to send me a rant since you’ve made it this far! I’ll gladly listen to your woes since you paid attention to mine. Fingers crossed tomorrow is better. Have a wonderful week, everyone!