a decent hour in the morning, informed the Visiting Nurses that a nurse should come to reinstall the VAC. All of which confirms what I have always stated with emphasis, that I am not, never have been, and never will become a nurse. I'm too ignorant, too clumsy, too stupid.
first bed was duly removed; no problem. Then began the installation of the Clinitron. Did I say "installation"? Our apartment became a construction site. Something that looked like a bed frame was trudged laboriously up the stairs (four flights, remember?), but it proved more of a foundation. Next, as the three of us watched from a distance in amazement, two workers with large buckets starting dumping what looked like sand into the base or foundation. This was the installation of a bed? Bucket after bucket was dumped, then they raked the sand to make it level and evenly distributed. Then, at last, what looked like a bed frame and mattress -- cushions, really -- were installed on top of all that sand, the whole business was plugged in, and the bed was pronounced ready for its occupant. So the occupant was also installed.
of continued Medicare coverage. (Three cheers for the shrunken wound!)