Between carers, suppliers of aids, doctors, pharmacists, court clerks and judges, therapists and administrators, Pádraig has been keeping a huge number of people busy. Today, it was “bed” time.
It took more than three hours and three people today to dismantle the old bed and set up the new one. The exchange of the lifter (for a week, just to see how it would work), got almost lost in an afternoon of people coming and going. Carer in the morning, followed by the physio, a short brake, speech therapy, and then bed and lifter exchange, before the late afternoon visit by carers let the day pass by in a flash.
The bed Pádraig got is a high-tech 2.30m especially made for him (because of the length) standing bed, together with a matching, especially made, 2.30m mattress. It’s an amazing piece of engineering. When I tried it out, it almost took my breath away. You wouldn’t think it but being lifted up from a lying position in bed to a standing position in one quick go is a huge challenge to your respiratory and coronary system
Pat arrived back to day.
Hospi-Tales 
!! What a plethorous pandemonium of paremedial paraphenalia !! Your apartment is like a garage, a testing center for them, with poor Pádraig as the guinea pig! And all his therapy regime carrying on in the midst of it all! And your daily lives as well! Ganz allerlei? Ubiquitous apartment (and lives)! “If you can keep your head, when all around you are losing theirs (and blaming it on you).. ” The best of luck with it ! Y’are doing what it takes to get there, paraphenalia and all. I look forward to being with you all again, right in the midst of it.
Seos
You can help me screw back on my head, Seos:)