My Dad got out of the hospital yesterday, after falling on his butt and crushing a vertebrae and a disc last week. After a successful surgery to stabilize his back and reduce the pain, he was transferred to the assisted living unit (“The Harbors”) of the independent living community that he resides in. By the time the hospital discharged him and arranged transport, it was after 5 pm when he arrived. He was prescribed a walker, but the appropriate staff was not available “after hours” to professionally fit him for a walker. So, the staff told him in bureaucratic detail why they could not provide him a walker as ordered. This was unsatisfactory and unsatisfying, to say the least. To make a long story short, I skulked about and found the rehab room unlocked, where there was a pile of dozens of walkers just wading for a purpose in life. I borrowed one and snuck it back into his room. Fortunately, after the deed was done, the staff were fine with such a miraculous delivery. I was glad to leap the seemingly impassable chasm between talking the talk and walking the walk. This poetic act simply assures that my Dad is both suitably equipped and quipped.<\/p>\n
A Walker, Please<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Exiting a hospitality My Dad got out of the hospital yesterday, after falling on his butt and crushing a vertebrae and a disc last week. After a successful surgery to stabilize his back and reduce the pain, he was transferred to the assisted … Continue reading
\nOf a different kind
\nAnd still
\nNeeding to ambulate
\nHe sought safe harbor
\nWith a prescription
\nFor an assistive device
\nAbetting man
\nTo take crucial steps
\nIn rehabilitation
\nOf this nursing homme
\nOf which he got their too late
\nExcept for their can’t do attitude
\nUnable to bring to heal
\nSuch a bureaucratic chasm
\nOnly making cross
\nBye talking the talk
\nSuch a spiritual infirmity
\nIncompatible with his physic
\nBegging to walk the walk
\nFortunately, that kin due
\nWas awe ready there
\nBeing
\nThe walker you want
\nTo sea in the whirled
\nAnd safe harbor secure
\nJust
\nFeat away
\nIn a soulless rehab space
\nWas a stock pile
\nIn riched by dear departed patience
\nOf dry bones crying out
\nFor the most skeletal of purposes
\nWading there
\nFor even the sparsest of flesh
\nAs say an 89-year-owed
\nHolding up
\nYet won more time
\nAs in this instant
\nThe son shines
\nThrough such murky daze
\nIn an end run
\nBye not just
\nTalking the talk
\nBut walking the walk
\nIn a we weigh
\nDelivered
\nNo bones about it
\nAs order doctored
\nHeal and tow
\nThe possible now
\nIncarnate
\nFully quipped<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"