We went on an adventure. *sigh*  I imagine there will be many more adventures.

I fell outta around 7:40 a.m. and rushed around the house so that I was rolling by 8:15. I had promised Mom donuts and since I was running a little late Murphy’s Law kicked in and there was a hold up at the Dunkin’ Donut counter. Apparently, Dunkin’ Donuts at 8:30 when there is a line is a great time to ask the counter help how to operate your Dunkin’ Donut app on the Samsung smartphone that you don’t know how to work. I’m not sure why, but for some reason it took employees more time than it should have to realize that they should, maybe, open another register. I didn’t know that ordering donuts and coffee could be so complicated.

I made it to the rehab center before 9 a.m. and I had more than enough time to eat my donuts and mom ate one of hers, saving the other one for later. Then we rolled down to the front door to wait for the van that would take us to Mom’s 10 a.m. doctor’s appointment. 

And we waited.

And waited.


Nurse called transport company.


Thought maybe it went to a different door.


And at 10:20 the van showed up, loaded Mom into the van, and as we pulled away the driver asked if I had my ticket. “My what,” I asked.

“Ticket. They should have given you a ticket for the ride. It covers the cost of your ride.”

So, I called back to the rehab center and found out that the tickets would be left at the desk and the driver can pick them up when they bring us back.

A weird thing happened next. The driver asked us if we knew the location of the doctor’s office. Normally, people know the answer to this but Mom and I have never actually been to this doctor’s office. We had only seen him at the hospital. I thought we were seeing him at the hospital. So that is where the van dropped us off and it is not where we needed to be. We needed to be across the street, which would require me to push Mom’s wheelchair down a steep driveway ramp, up a small hill to the street, across said street, then up a steep drive into the doctor’s office parking lot. 

I suck at pushing wheelchairs. I did not want to navigate this wheelchair down the ramp at the hospital. We found our way into the hospitals parking garage for the doctors, where I found an elevator that took us to the ground level and avoided a good portion of the ramp but sort of trapped us inside the parking garage. I wheeled Mom to the far left side of the exit bar and then right up to the bar. Then, I lifted the bar as far as I could while Mom wheeled under it. Freedom. Now for the hill.

The problem with wheelchairs is that the person pushing can’t see what is directly in front of the chair and sometimes the person sitting in the chair doesn’t warn the driver. The only problem we encountered was when I tried to push the wheelchair up a little ramp and on to the sidewalk. It was fairly steep so the foot portion of the chair hit the sidewalk kind of hard. A slight readjustment later and we were on our way to the top of the hill.

Who thinks about crossing streets? No one, right? Maybe just enough to decide to go to the crosswalk. Well, people with wheelchairs have to think about not just crossing the street but navigating the sidewalk or driveway on the other side of the street. The building we were headed to was directly across from us. Skip the crosswalk. The sidewalk had a major lip on it and went straight into a steep drive and parking area for the doctor’s office. Turn wheelchair around. Wait for traffic. Wait for traffic. Go. Go. Go. And so, I pulled Mom across the street backwards, across the sidewalk, and halfway up the hill before I turned her around and pushed her the rest of the way to the doors to the office.

Finally, we were in the right place, without Mom’s wallet. *sigh* But the nice admission lady said they didn’t need her ID or insurance information as the hospital had provided all of it. They did have the required 8 forms for us to fill out. Most of the information for these forms I know already. I’ve filled them out enough since mid-July that there are really only a few spots where I need to ask Mom for input. I got to one of those spots when someone in the waiting room thought it would be a good idea to start asking Mom about her amputation. Mom likes to talk to people. Any people. So, instead of answering my questions over when certain surgeries were she was answering questions (or asking me questions) about her amputation. Once the lady had been called back to see the doctor I finally had Mom’s full attention and got the forms completed. I handed them off to the reception lady and plopped down into a chair to quietly pass out. 

“Is there a bathroom?”


“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“O….kay, let me go do some recon.”

Bathroom recon for a wheelchair is not as simple as Where Is The Bathroom. It includes: Is There A Handicap Stall, How Many Doors Are There, and Is The Chair Gonna Fit. Once I had answers to these questions, I went back to get Mom and wheel her to the bathroom. 

I’mma stop right there about the bathroom. Although, hilarity ensued somethings just need to stay between mothers and daughters. Use your imagination. We got the job done and no clean up was required.

The rest of the visit, and day, went off without a hitch. The doctor is going to take a couple toes off Mom’s foot Thursday and clean up her stump a little. Otherwise, her leg is healing nicely. 

No dragons were slain this day.