So....we live in a three story house and this now presents problems for TP as his illness progresses and he becomes weaker. He needs to be able to navigate at least one set of stairs successfully to have a decent quality of life and this has become something of a logistical nightmare recently.
I am not strong enough to haul him up and down and even if I was it is neither dignified nor comfortable for him. It is also dangerous, should he fall he is highly likely to injure himself, and me for that matter, and I'm not sure I could 'catch' him if need be!
The solution? It was decided by the committee (thats' me, my mother and TP) yesterday that now is the time to call on the assistance of a stairlift.... and time being of the essence we set about finding a company that could provide the service poste haste.
One was found without much ado and the appointment for said hardware to be installed was promptly made for tomorrow.
What is not lost on us is that tomorrow is just one day before my mother's 80th birthday and a stair lift seems a rather amusing (and ahem 'appropriate') acquisition just a day before one becomes an octogenarian does it not?!
Luckily my mother also has a sense of humour!
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
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My parents had a stairlift for mum when she was alive and they are brilliant, very handy for transporting heavy or awkward things upstairs.
"Luckily my mother also has a sense of humour!"
And good to see you retaining yours.
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