Hubby stopped at the pharmacy on the way home. No need to take Dad out in the cold so he left him in the van. Upon returning to the wheelchair van, he sees that Dad is not in his chair. Where did Dad go!? There he was sitting on the floor calling out for help. Evidently, he was anxious about being left alone and he unbuckled himself and started to get out. (Lesson learned-- keep wheelchair waist strap fastened even if he has the vehicle seat belt on.) Wheelchair vans have lifts folded up inside of them and we are thankful he did not fall down and bust himself up on a hunk of steel.
Hubby had to get him up by himself. He told his dad to grip his hands together so he would not grab hold of things…He lifted from the back, and he got him half stood up when the dad let go and grabbed a hold of the seats….so here is father and son in this small space between the two captain’s chairs with one hanging on for dear life and the other one trying to get him to let go so he can get him reseated in his wheel chair.
Yes, life at the farm is not without drama and some humor.
Upon returning home, I heard his dad pick up and play his harmonica. The harmonicas were one of the things that I picked up while I was at the ranch and I am glad I did. I put them out in his space before he got here and after a while I decided that they were just collecting dust so I sadly put them away. A few weeks later during that period of time that he was hallucinating, he told his son that he wanted to play his harmonica. I guess he had remembered seeing them lying about. In haste, I went and retrieved one and ever since it has been left in plain sight. Today is the second time I have heard him play it and I must tell you that was a refreshing sound.