changing,
You are right in a way, but driving directions were just for this one elderly woman (she stole my panties from the shared bathroom--washed)
For the most part, being 30, I was older than the other car crash victims and diving victims, football, hockey, aged 16 to maybe 23. They had never married nor had children. I became MOM to them, male and female.
I helped them to smoke a cig when hands and arms didn't work, and helped them have a drink. I smashed down their food--like a fat hamburger, to a fat pancake and then they could manage it (I talk about different people-different abilities) I combed their hair , put in barretes or ribbons, helped with the lipstick, straightened the clothing, made sure the bell bottoms (Popular at the time--I hated them) were folding over the paralyzxed legs in a decent appearance from a floppy fold.
Nurse don't do these things--one said to the girl I mentioned there with hair and lipstick, "I don't know why you bother with all that. Who would want you anyway?" How cruel! That's when I took Carole under my wing, and many nights I set someone's hair and combed it out in the morning. (as well as my own--it was always pretty)
One mistake I made was with a guy wno had a broken neck and instead of healing from the neck down, he was healing from the feet up. He walked but his hands were 'gnarled'. Aty lunch one day I reached under the table and tied his shoes together. That was so terribly wrong and he let me know it. I apologized profusley as he had his hands, as best he could, around my neck, right there in the dining room in front of everyone. Incident settled and we were fine after that.
That was some life---------Rehab!---a really individual experience!
Love
Izzy