Up and at ’em!
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My new mode of transport is a hoist. The very thought of having to use one filled me with dread for so long. Not because I was scared, I was more reluctant to concede that I could no longer move my myself from point A to point B, even if those points were mere steps away from each other. But inevitably the time came. So I am hoisted from bed to commode and to the stairlift upstairs, then from there to my motorised wheelchair or the sofa in the lounge.
The sling they put me in is a toiletting sling, which in theory means my trousers and pants can be pulled down mid air before being lowered onto the commode. In reality this hasn’t proved very easy as the sling is quite bulky. The times I’ve been swinging from the air over the landing whilst my carers yank at my clothes!
Latterly, I’ve relented to incontinece pants. Given I can’t get myself to the loo it seemed the obvious option in the end (more on this another time). For those of you unfamiliar with these, they can be ripped off when no longer needed.
One time I was dangling from the hoist and my 2 carers were struggling to separate me from my undies, eventually managing to tear them off. The funny side did not escape me and as soon as I could I indicated for them to pass me my phone so I could type out and say to them… “it’s been a long time since I’ve had women rip my knickers off!”. Luckily they appreciated the humour.