LOVE

Last weekend we were staying in Utah at my sister Ellie‘s apartment, and it was so good to be with her, but when we stay there, the living situation is not ideal for my mom. I would say it is not ideal for me, but I’m not the one lifting a wheelchair up and down the steps or transferring a full grown man on and off the couch. She lives in a basement apartment, and that means stairs. I was sleeping on the couch, which is quite a bit lower than my chair, so my mom was doing some heavy lifting. Every time we would leave the apartment she would bump me up the stairs. Every time we came back to the apartment, she would bump me down the stairs. Every time I transferred on and off the couch, she was doing the work. Without the hoyer lift there, she was also manually transferring me onto my portable poop chair. When it came time to shower, she had to lean my chair back, grab a bucket and a pitcher, and manually wash my hair. Then I had to get dressed on the couch. Nobody who hasn’t experi...