As the driver of the Lil' Blue Bus that had picked me up to take me to my appointment at Tampa General Hospital this morning, was driving away from a second patient pick up, he smashed onto the speed table that he could not see. The Lil' Short Blue Bus, jumped and jerked with what felt like a foot off of the surface of Earth Mother. It scared the shit out of me and if not for my seat belt would have been injured. I was the fortunate one.
The Elder gentleman who is paralyzed and confined to wheelchair had his wheelchair collapse beneath him. The front right wheel of his wheel chair broke from the smashing jolt and jerk created by the drivers collision with the speed bump. His wheel chair warped from the smash. His dear wife was very upset and her voice raised because of concern for her husband.
The driver did not know how to respond. It was almost as if there was a flat line in thought processes. I instructed the driver and dear wife on what we were to do and how we were to lift her large paralyzed husband - Blessed be, there was a Hoyer lift blanket beneath him, so on the count of three, we lifted him up into a sitting position from the reclined position that he had slid into by the force of gravity and that damned Lil' Short Blue Bus jerking, jumping and throwing us about like rag dolls. The poor man could not talk. His wife was upset and then I started crying...
...crying out loud. Like a ten year old who wanted his Mommy. Kindred, I cried out of total frustration. Not angry at all, just so sadly frustrated.
Well, yes this happened. I tried to let the Lil' Short Blue Bus Driver know that Life Happens. The poor man, looking quite contrite and my Spirit's felt bad for him. His supervisor, the one reporting to the site of smash was rude. An inconsiderate and an over-all large Spanish Ass with blemishes. He was totally rude with the Elder Mrs., and turned his back on me, a deaf and hard of hearing person. By the way, the Elder Ma'am and I exchanged our telephone numbers and addresses.
Yes, this really fucking happened today. Yes, I cried, and now I say "fuck it all".
No, I would not say "fuck it all" when some One calls me. I know they will, you see? There was just too much scatter brained and rude shit that went on in that Lil' Short Blue Bus that smashed today.
The Elder Gentleman, confined to wheelchair suffered today. As did his dear wife. God Bless.
As far as I and I, I must gain a control. These cry's and tears and fears are beginning to work my nerves to the point of more pain. I do not want to call for therapy. I just don't.
I don't know if I should say anything more at all...
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