New chair

Taller than my niece and nephew again thanks
to the seat elevator, which is helpful at my
work desk and during transfers.

Most of my free time the past week has been dealing with A NEW CAR. No, no, a new chair.

It is pretty nice, but there have been a few issues. Fortunately my physical therapist has been there to help me with them.

Two remain.

The worst one is that the reverse speed is double the forward speed and reverse acceleration is much quicker.
This caused several sticky situations in the first few days.

The cantilever arms are also an issue. They cause the arms to stick out too much, meaning it is quite hard to get through doorways that require an immediate turn afterward.

But it feels good, allows me more freedom and gives Fame a new place to sleep.

The old chair had leg rests that I took off at night and put on my recliner. The new chair has a footplate, and Fame has decided she likes the recliner.

A tale of two doggies

 I am afraid that Claren will come across as a jerk in this post, so let me say, she is the best dog ever. fame, of course, is also the best dog ever. I am sure any who has had dogs knows what I mean.

We had a fire drill Thursday. Fame was not a fan.

I think she knew something was up when she saw five people around me, four of whom were transferring me to the Evac Chair, which lets my co-workers take me down the stairs, and one who I had asked to take Fame out because the Evac Chair is too cumbersome for Fame to come with me. This  is a good friend who likes Fame.

At my old job, I just stayed in the stairwell, so I had a friend take Claren out. She was like, whatever. And I remember hearing something about her playing or wanting to play with some guys who were tossing around a football. In short, Claren liked fire drills.

Fame does not.

She really did not want to go with my friend. When I finally got outside, several people told me how she  was shaking without me. When it was time to go back in, she practically leaped into my lap to keep me from disappearing.

I feel bad for Fame, my friend who had to deal with her, pretty much everyone involved.

Cheating death again

Mom was visiting my sister-in-law in the hospital last night. I'm kind of surprised she didn't run into me in the ER when she was leaving. To be honest, I'm surprised she didn't have to go to the morgue to pay her last respects to her #1 son.

I fell last night, and don't know how I did not get a concussion, snap my neck or kill myself. I didn't, but don't get how come.

I was transferring from the toilet to my chair and made it OK.

Then I leaned back. My chair has two wings on it, so it looks like a U, and my back rests in the bottom of the U. Last night, I did not lean back evenly. One of the wings hit my back and I slid outside the U and over the arm.

I flailed around and managed to catch the superpole, so I was briefly OK, but then my hold gave out and I fell on the top of my head. The rest of my body quickly followed, putting too much pressure on my neck. I quickly pushed my  head out from under my body and just lay there. I was tempted to lie there forever, bur then Fame dropped her stuffed Chewbacca on me and started licking my face, so I called my brother-in-law for help.

This morning, sore and tired, I said to myself, "I suppose I'm not dead, so I better go to work." and so I did.

Uninfected

I finished my pills Saturday, and the unexpected benefit has been the easing of the worst of my incontinence.

I am not going to win any continence contests -- and I really hope there is no such thing as a continence contest -- but the issue that sent me to specialists for three and a half years was cured by an antibiotic. That's a bit frustrating.

They all told me that the kidney stone screwed me up.

Instead, it appears to be a simple infection.

Honest excuse

I have written for a while and need the rest of the week off. Not that nothing has happened. For instance:

• I learned Amazon sells sex toys.
• I found out my dog prefers to sleep in my recliner than on my bed.

It's just that at my physical, my doctor found a urinary tract infection. No biggie. She has found one the last few years. We have written it off in years past as nothing, but we are now treating. Which is fine.

But you are supposed to drink a lot. 

So you wind up going to the bathroom a lot, which is hard with a computer on your lap.