Teething problems

Are you any good at predicting problems? I’m not.

Yesterday was a sunny and warm day, in Mississauga. Why would that be a problem? Well, the condo is south-facing, the blinds in Becky’s bedroom are broken, and the building hasn’t switched on the air conditioning yet! It was a million degrees in here yesterday afternoon (no exaggeration). On top of that, we had the first visit of a personal support worker to complete Becky’s personal care. They have been coming to the house for a couple of years, but we now had a new environment. I was called in to help almost immediately. Becky couldn’t transfer herself onto the bath seat, which is her normal routine. In a very confined space filled with three people, a wheeled-shower chair and a bath seat, I switched the bath seat around, turned Becky around, adjusted the height of the bath seat, and adjusted the position of the bath seat several times. I was in the bath tub, the support worker was in the bath tub, everybody was in the bath tub except the person that need to be in the bath tub; Becky. We had the door closed to give us a little more room; big mistake. The glaring lights above the mirror were making me sweat. They were putting out a lot of heat, combined with the three bodies and the small space, it was like having a sauna with your clothes on.

I’m hoping today goes a little better. So far, so good, but who knows what obscure issue is lurking around the next corner.