EMMA BUSH: Finally back home from the Blackberry Adventure

Whew! We made it. My beat up old body and I got back home Wednesday. We made it to and from the blackberry patch and back, taking the long way round. First to the hospital for a week or so and then at Altercare for several weeks. The experience has given me a whole new insight to what it means when somebody says, “I feel like something the cat dragged in,” or “I feel like I have been dragged through a knot-hole.” I think I told you the details in a prior article.

But everything in me has started to work again. I can get in and out of bed by myself, back and forth to the bathroom and to my favorite chair in front of the TV, but I am definitely operating in low gear. I can get to a car or truck and out for trips to physical therapy and to the Dairy Queen. I have to hold on to somebody’s hand, but then I had to hold hands before my trip to the blackberry patch.

I remember one day last week when my occupational therapist at Altercare, Lori Painter, was worried about me getting into one of those SUV things in the parking lot to go out for a visit. She walked along side the wheel chair and then stood there in front of the open car door and announced that there was no way I was going to be able to crawl from the wheel chair up into the car seat. She gasped as I stood up and showed her how you grab that little handle that hangs down from inside above the car door and then hook your left cheek up and over the edge of the car-seat. Then you swing your left foot up and in. If you make it that far, you’re home free. You pull yourself up using the little hanging handle, and slide your butt across the seat and you are in. She gasped and then burst out laughing — or laughing and crying, I wasn’t sure which — and leaned into the car and gave me the biggest hug you can ever imagine.

I hugged her back and gave her a little kiss as best I could. I didn’t let her know, but the hug was the hardest part of getting in. Although, my pain killers did cover up most of the pain from my healing ribs and back bones. She’s a little dark haired sweetie. I met so many nice people in the hospital and at Altercare. I don’t, however, recommend what happened to me as a way to meet people.

The following is an article written and sent in before my Black Berry Adventure, and I’m talking about real black berries that you pick and eat and not one of those computer-phone-thingies. I learned about BlackBerry phones last week. My nephew, Dick Rogers and his wife Joan, were in town last week and showed me how to use his BlackBerry to look at photographs. You use the same little flat telephone to both take the pictures and then look at them! You drag your finger across this little TV screen and the pictures move off the screen to the next picture page. You touch two fingers on the screen and spread them apart and the picture gets bigger and together again and the picture gets smaller! It also does strange things if you try to point and touch the screen in the wrong place when you try to show somebody something on the screen.

I’m tired. I’m going to lean back in my favorite chair, close my eyes and turn my body loose on healing up. And maybe dream about picking black berries at the end of one my favorite trails through the woods. I wonder what my son, John, will fix for lunch.

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