Red Mosquito

wease wrote:

spike wrote:My stepdad now prefers to sleep in a chair at night, quite common I guess. Probably to do with his congestive heart failure and comfort breathing. He needs a more comfortable chair - a medical chair really - that’s like a big cushy recliner but also has a mechanism that will help him get up and out of it.

My mom has done the research and next step is to go to the local showroom and pick one out, but she seems to be dragging her feet. I’m assuming it’s a combination of cost, acceptance that his disease is progressing, and perhaps feeling overwhelmed. I offered to help last week but heard nothing back when I asked for the name of the place that carries them. It’s on my to do list to call her today and follow up.

Sometimes Medicare will help pay for one.

spike wrote:

wease wrote:

spike wrote:My stepdad now prefers to sleep in a chair at night, quite common I guess. Probably to do with his congestive heart failure and comfort breathing. He needs a more comfortable chair - a medical chair really - that’s like a big cushy recliner but also has a mechanism that will help him get up and out of it.

My mom has done the research and next step is to go to the local showroom and pick one out, but she seems to be dragging her feet. I’m assuming it’s a combination of cost, acceptance that his disease is progressing, and perhaps feeling overwhelmed. I offered to help last week but heard nothing back when I asked for the name of the place that carries them. It’s on my to do list to call her today and follow up.

Sometimes Medicare will help pay for one.

They will cover like 80% of the mechanism, not the entire price of the chair. Anyway, my mom looked into this and they do not qualify for any Medicare coverage.

She’s back to looking on Amazon; I just warned her that there appear to be a lot of too good to be true chairs in there for like $400-500.

bodysnatcher wrote:Won’t matter once they all realize how good your body can feel after sleeping on the floor. I will be their leader.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.