Hanging from the Truck...

We made the long drive to Albuquerque. I had become so tired that upon stopping and parking in the lot just slipped out of the truck door as I held on the inside roof handle while completely forgetting that I was a cripple until my feet hit the ground and my legs had zero strength to hold my body up!

This was months after the accident, so I was healing but also completely atrophied so I could bear no weight at all! Fortunately, my reflexes still worked so I managed to catch myself and hold myself from crumbling on the drive while Jeannie ran and got the wheelchair loose from the trailer and brought it to catch me hanging from the door of the truck. That experience was quite eye-opening to begin the trip.

A transfer board and a Jazzy put me right back to work...

Eventually I was able to get in a wheel chair and finally Julie and mom went to Salt Lake and bought me a couple wheel chairs, because if one if good than why not two. Great I was now versatile. One was a light weight chair that mom could easily lift to get in and out of the car and the other was an electric Jazzy that I could cruise around on.

Of course they let me use ta transfer board to get from my bed to the wheel chair to use the toilet after several days of being stuck in bed! By now I had devised longer transfer boards and after I got out of the care Gulag had Jeannie take me to Home Depot and bought some boards to get creative so I could be productive while being a full time cripple!

I made some long transfer boards so I could get in and out of the car. Then I figured out how to get from my Jazzy which let me get back to work.

"The Mother Ship"...

We arrived with me semi aware of what was going on and by now in a lot of pain. Of course they called for a pelvis specialist which there is only one of in Utah Valley. Surprise he was in on vacation in Hawaii! Nice I thought, right when I need him. They somehow managed to Catheter me which I was later told I made a lot of complaint about, and then did a procedure to stop the internal bleeding and finally loaded me up in another ambulance and sent me off to the huge new hospital in Salt Lake City they refer to as “The Mother Ship”.

ambulance ride to Murry Hospital