|The inflatable mattress overlay I mention in the post. The cylinder|
on the right is both container and pump.
So I finally contacted the pressure-sore expert whom our pediatrician had recommended (yes, at 21, C. is still in his care; more on that later).
He was very responsive, requested photos of the sores, ordered fresh blood tests along with a visit by an occupational therapist in order to have C.'s sleeping and sitting equipment evaluated.
While in waiting mode, the Hubby took C.'s malfunctioning air mattress to our equipment lending center for replacement. He was told that it was actually a useless model and we were upgraded to the inflatable mattress overlay in the photo above (from here).
We were also told by the expert there that we must limit C.'s time in her wheelchair. She should be seated only for meals, spending the rest of the day either lying, standing in a stander or sprawled in a bean bag. Live and learn.
But until we can get that new equipment, she still sits quite a lot in her wheelchair.
Today, still awaiting a response from that kind pressure sore doctor re the photos and blood results, I called his clinic. Lo and behold, the kind doctor has disappeared on an overseas vacation that will last until the end of the month but didn't bother to share that with me five days ago.
So I made an appointment with his substitute for this week and will update afterwards
Along with the pressure sores, we have embarked on life with C. at home all day. Here she is last Thursday at the end of her final day of school:
|C. on her last day of school|
Many people we know - good, well-intentioned folks, some close friends others staffers at C.'s school - have asked us why we aren't putting her into an institution and they all specify one. It's actually a chain of large, closed institutions scattered throughout this country that is highly regarded by the general public and lavishly funded by our government. I've grown weary of delivering my anti-institutionalization lecture. So sometimes I just say "no" and skip the explanation.
It's getting tiresome and infuriating. I mean, when will this society get it? A child isn't somebody you evict and dump on strangers because the going got rough.
Just a year ago, our major concern with C. was the intense summer heat and dehydration which landed her in the ER overnight. Ah, for the good ol' days.
And on a positive note, here's a tour of a stunning playground designed to cater to the needs of children with severe disabilities: Perhaps we can all use this as a model for a neighborhood playground that our children could enjoy.