An outing with Mrs K
In my quest to organize the fundraiser for Mrs K. I realised that we would have to have the ability to do credit card transactions. –Long story short I had to get on one of Mrs K’s accounts as a signer. This required Mrs K and my self going to the bank.
We were supposed to do this last week but Mrs K was not feeling well and it was freeking freezing. We rescheduled for yesterday and fortunately it was much milder out.
I arrived at Mrs K’s house yesterday and her personal care worker (J) and I bundled her on her “outside” wheelchair, dressed her in her warm clothes, scarf, warm sheepskin mittens, and wrapped her legs in a fleece blanket and we were off.
The bank was only a few blocks away from the house so we walked, J and I taking turns pushing the wheel chair up the hill to the bank.
A few things stuck me about our trip. One was the fact that when someone cannot move they are generally much colder then you or I would be moving around. Hence Mrs K. looked for all the world like a wheelchair-bound artic explorer for a three block trip to the bank. The other thing was that I never really paid attention to how many big cracks and bumps there are on Toronto’s streets and sidewalks. But every time the wheelchair bounced and rattled over another big crack I had to wince in sympathy for Mrs K.
Our business at the back was pretty fast and Mrs K was feeling up to going to Shoppers Drug mart for some shopping. So off we went to shoppers slowly trolling the isles while Mrs K directed us to get stuff (Mostly candy) off the shelves. J and I joked about going out for drinks after our adventure. As we left Shoppers Mrs K asked us “so are we going for drinks?” We found a Pub near by, Mrs K. had a glass of wine and J and I had a beer. J and I managed to make Mrs K laugh so hard she couldn’t drink her wine.
I felt absurdly good sitting there in that pub. We had managed to take Mrs K for a nice outing. She got to go shopping, and she got to go out for a glass of wine. Pretty awesome accomplishments for someone who is in the advanced stages of ALS.
Not even the skunk that let one rip right next to the house last night could dampen my mood.
Life if good.
We were supposed to do this last week but Mrs K was not feeling well and it was freeking freezing. We rescheduled for yesterday and fortunately it was much milder out.
I arrived at Mrs K’s house yesterday and her personal care worker (J) and I bundled her on her “outside” wheelchair, dressed her in her warm clothes, scarf, warm sheepskin mittens, and wrapped her legs in a fleece blanket and we were off.
The bank was only a few blocks away from the house so we walked, J and I taking turns pushing the wheel chair up the hill to the bank.
A few things stuck me about our trip. One was the fact that when someone cannot move they are generally much colder then you or I would be moving around. Hence Mrs K. looked for all the world like a wheelchair-bound artic explorer for a three block trip to the bank. The other thing was that I never really paid attention to how many big cracks and bumps there are on Toronto’s streets and sidewalks. But every time the wheelchair bounced and rattled over another big crack I had to wince in sympathy for Mrs K.
Our business at the back was pretty fast and Mrs K was feeling up to going to Shoppers Drug mart for some shopping. So off we went to shoppers slowly trolling the isles while Mrs K directed us to get stuff (Mostly candy) off the shelves. J and I joked about going out for drinks after our adventure. As we left Shoppers Mrs K asked us “so are we going for drinks?” We found a Pub near by, Mrs K. had a glass of wine and J and I had a beer. J and I managed to make Mrs K laugh so hard she couldn’t drink her wine.
I felt absurdly good sitting there in that pub. We had managed to take Mrs K for a nice outing. She got to go shopping, and she got to go out for a glass of wine. Pretty awesome accomplishments for someone who is in the advanced stages of ALS.
Not even the skunk that let one rip right next to the house last night could dampen my mood.
Life if good.
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