faithandlove
Distinguished member
- Joined
- May 22, 2016
- Messages
- 174
- Reason
- PALS
- Diagnosis
- 06/2016
- Country
- US
- State
- NV
- City
- Reno
Yesterday I had a company come get my trilogy. The alarm kept going off, and the mask was leaking a lot. I called the company to have someone come to the house to fix these problems, but they told me to bring the machine to them! I said no, and they were to call me back, but they never did, and I was without the trilogy for three days due to the weekend. So, I called another company for a trilogy (with approval from my neurologist), got it, and had the other one out of here. This new company is wonderful, and the mask I have now works great. I have a humidifier with it too. They always have someone on call to help with the trilogy.
Today I went to the VA office so that my husband could get a cortisone shot in his hip. He needs hip replacement surgery, but is refusing to get it because of me. That makes me really sad, but he's stubborn.
While at the VA hospital, I had to go to the bathroom, and went into the woman's handicapped stall. They had the bars, but, the toilet was too low and I did not notice until it was too late. I was stuck with the door locked. A woman came in and I asked her if she would get my husband outside the door of the bathroom. She got him and, somehow, he got into the stall I was in. After much effort, he got me up. I put on a brave face for him, but all I wanted to do was cry. It's such a helpless feeling trying to get up on your own, and you can't.
We are so at the mercy of CALS and sometimes they have their health problems too. It's so unfair to them.
Hugs,
Deb
Today I went to the VA office so that my husband could get a cortisone shot in his hip. He needs hip replacement surgery, but is refusing to get it because of me. That makes me really sad, but he's stubborn.
While at the VA hospital, I had to go to the bathroom, and went into the woman's handicapped stall. They had the bars, but, the toilet was too low and I did not notice until it was too late. I was stuck with the door locked. A woman came in and I asked her if she would get my husband outside the door of the bathroom. She got him and, somehow, he got into the stall I was in. After much effort, he got me up. I put on a brave face for him, but all I wanted to do was cry. It's such a helpless feeling trying to get up on your own, and you can't.
We are so at the mercy of CALS and sometimes they have their health problems too. It's so unfair to them.
Hugs,
Deb