The best part of being a nurse was getting to know the patients. Most days brought a surprise. Late one afternoon I was hurrying to return a patient to his room after a treatment. I helped him into his chair, wrapped him in a blanket, and zipped down the hall. As always, I was in a bit of a hurry to get home to my children. I wheeled him into what I thought was his room only to find the bed already occupied by a little old lady. “Oh excuse me Ma’am. Wrong room!” I apologized.
“Just bring him right on in, Honey. I’ve been here quite a while!” We all got a good laugh out of that.
Hint for anyone in hospital. Always ask that your wheelchair seat be covered and be wrapped in a blanket when you leave your room. Wheel chair seats can be soiled and those halls get cold.
Mother and I are enroute to visit family in New Jersey. We always get her a wheelchair to make the trip between gates faster, due to her exceptionally “not long” legs. She has trouble keeping up with me, though she is extremely fit. After her wheelchair ride we noticed her pedometer prominently displayed
Mother accompanied me to visit a relative a few months ago. It was a route I flew often enough to get expedited security. I explained to security I did not want to be separated from my elderly mother. They saw her in her wheelchair, which she always requests for convenience. She immediately put on her goofiest look, which is quite convincing. Starting her Alzheimer’s act, she started firing questions at me and security. They rushed her through. Frankly, I considered abandoning her, she was making such a pest of herself. I was glad when we got out of security and she got back to her normal goofy self.