Thank you everyone for your lovely supportive and insightful posts to my previous post.
I am writing this fresh post so that its more visible.
Well the proverb should have "and remember plains have potholes."
We had a lovely day today despite all.
The one seriously good wheelchair taxi cancelled and the others weren't so suitable. So, as we had previously agreed, I meant just to do a visit to the home. I arived and told Liz and even through that PSP gaze I saw disappointment in her face, but she put a little smile on for me. My heart melted and I said, "Well, we could try a transfer into our car." She positively beamed with smiles.
I go t her home and we set too replying to emails from her friends and writing Christmas cards and planning the Christmas decorations. She sat and stroked her cat for a while too. We both had a tremendously good time.
Then it was time to go back and I hooked her wheelchair up to the AAT Stair Climber which walks her wheelchair down the front steps. I misjudged the edge of the paving and it tipped her out sideways. 1 meter further down it would have dumped her in the sage bushes, but no she had a small bump on the head and a graze from the hard paving. I quickly grabbed a couple of neighbours and we got her back into the house in moments. It was just a small graze. I called the nursing home to warn them and they said they must be sure that there was no more serious injury and we must go to A&E. I know from experience that an Ambulance would be a two hour wait, or more, for a minor injury and so it was back to the car and a drive to the next town for the A&E.
Four hours later the Dr popped a bit of glue on and asked the three basic head injury questions before discharging her. Treatment time was about five minutes.
The nice thing was that we sat together and held hands for four hours in A&E. Lot's of smiles and she delighted in looking through Hello magazine at all of the Royal Wedding stuff.
The poor soul was shattered when I got her back to the home after midnight.
But we are on the plain for all of this.
I hope they let me bring her home again on Friday.
And, yes I am a little nervous about what the home is going to say on Friday when I go in. Everyone is so safety conscious now, they are frightened of their own shadows at times I am sure.
Waiving warmly
Kevin