I had to dress husband yesterday morning. Said he felt weak and was a little out of sorts. Asked him if he felt strong enough to go to church. He said he did.
When I got his wheelchair out of the car at church, he wanted to wheel himself. I was walking along side of him when he began going very fast. I told him to go this way, as he was heading straight for the curb. He did not hear me. I stood there watching him heading for the curb, all the while calling his name, loudly. He hit the curb as I ran to him. It's a wonder he didn't fly out of the wheelchair.
Once I got to him, he had a strange look in his eyes. I was upset. People were beginning to stare. Not in a bad way, but, like me, in a "what the heck just happened", kind of way.
He said he thought I was pushing him. If he thought that, why would he head straight for the curb? That was strange and a little scary for me. He had to of heard me, I was that close to him.
I was a little shook up about that. Once we got into church, I kept a close eye on him. He seemed fine after that.
This morning I have to go to DMV to renew my driver's license. That should be interesting. Husband is staying home with Jack. I get to go by myself.
I don't know where I'm at today. This is some tough stuff.