For another furlough and everything thanks to my wife. Really I got to start giving her more credit, like the way she transfers everything from my hospital room to my bedroom, and we’re talking my computer my clothes, water bottles, pads, my man pampers, the way she negotiates with them and handles the paper work. Then leaving she wheels my wheel chair, folds it into the car and yeah, drives me home. Me? I sit on the bed, I sit in the car seat. I make an effort to get up, which I am usually not successful on my own. Oh yeah, she also helped me piss into a piss bottle so I wouldn’t piss into pants. But I did climb up the stairs with her pushing me all the way. Some of that was my muscle effort.
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