Roar Thorsen recounts the daily trials and tribulations in Room 207 and the halls of a residential care facility.
Roar had a debilitating stroke on September 2005.
On February 14, 2007, he moved into room 207.
[My father loved driving. LOVED it. After his stroke, he never drove a car again. Amazingly, the occupational therapist arranged for an electric wheelchair. Dad loved the feeling of being independent and free on that thing. I always had my heart in my throat though, as dad was very unaware of his left side (after the stroke) and needed supervision. It made for great laughs and excursions.]
The next step at Evergreen is to start training the use of an electric wheelchair, only that it can be used if a third person walks beside the wheelchair when we are outside as a safety precaution. I have already started a few times driving around the block and down to Lonsdale. There has to be a person walking beside me for security.
Soon I will start a refresher course with the electric wheelchair (Susanne) if possible I will “rent” one unit pending a time suitable for Susanne. Once I will roll away with someone to watch me and to avoid bad things. Thereafter, I would want to go to the park, possible with Tobey on leash and Nina [Katarina] or Fred, a guardian.
I love my room, my work table and the window facing north. I love everyone of the nurses and staff and their positive attidue and fun talks. I love my life.
Stay tuned for
Part 5: bus tours!
Part 6: toilet routine!