TerryP
Staff
As much as I'd love to sit here and talk about building a wheelchair ramp today here's what brings me to starting this thread.
A family member—not by blood, but one of those relationships built—was involved in an accident about a month ago. She was in the passenger seat of an older Audi (80's model, thankfully not built with plastic) and they were "T-boned" while going through an intersection.
Injuries: Two broken legs, broken arm, broken pelvis, concussion, and shattered rib cage.
Here's where I found her story weird. Her husband told me yesterday her release from the hospital (to the rehab center) was delayed because they didn't have the parts to repair her rib cage. Parts. To repair a rib cage.
Does that sound as odd to you as it did to me when he shared the story yesterday? Imagine your surgeon telling you, "your surgery has been delayed for three days because we're waiting on the parts to come in."
She's doing as okay as one could expect...getting released to outpatient rehab today (hence, building the ramp.) In a stroke of luck, or blessing if you will, her husband happens to be starting his vacation this week. What's crazy here is he put in his request last May for six weeks off—couldn't be better timing, right?
A family member—not by blood, but one of those relationships built—was involved in an accident about a month ago. She was in the passenger seat of an older Audi (80's model, thankfully not built with plastic) and they were "T-boned" while going through an intersection.
Injuries: Two broken legs, broken arm, broken pelvis, concussion, and shattered rib cage.
Here's where I found her story weird. Her husband told me yesterday her release from the hospital (to the rehab center) was delayed because they didn't have the parts to repair her rib cage. Parts. To repair a rib cage.
Does that sound as odd to you as it did to me when he shared the story yesterday? Imagine your surgeon telling you, "your surgery has been delayed for three days because we're waiting on the parts to come in."
She's doing as okay as one could expect...getting released to outpatient rehab today (hence, building the ramp.) In a stroke of luck, or blessing if you will, her husband happens to be starting his vacation this week. What's crazy here is he put in his request last May for six weeks off—couldn't be better timing, right?