Wouldn’t it be great to have a shower again? That was the simple thought which started it all off. I can’t have a shower or bath at home, so my carers must give me a bed bath every day. The idea of a shower kept growing on me, water running down my hair, the little I have left. The luxury of water flowing over my body. The more I thought about it the more the desire to make it happen grew.
We had booked our first respite of 2019 in a convalescent hotel in Dawlish. We’ve been there before, and it works well. They have two rooms that have profiling beds, wet rooms and are on the ground floor. All rooms have call bells and a nurse/manager is on 24/7 call. Mary must do all my personal care, which isn’t a break for her, but all food is made, which is.
I decided that a wheeled shower chair with lifting arms could be used to enable me to have the occasional shower, while we were there. So, I ordered a folding one from Amazon to be delivered there. The plan being to bring it back on the train. The assistance people on the trains are brilliant.
Day one, we arrived, and the shower chair was waiting. I was desperate to try it out, so that evening I did. I need to explain something about those of us who are limited in mobility. We are at high risk of pressure sores. Our skin is more delicate than someone who is mobile. Then you need to know that this particular shower chair was badly designed. It had a hard-plastic seat and four holes in a triangle shape about 10” wide by 2” deep. The holes were a little bigger than a 5p piece.
I had a lovely shower, not thinking anything of this hard seat. Not knowing the information which the manufacturer later told me that I should have put a soft cover on it. Would be helpful to include instructions if that is a necessary thing to do. Information is so helpful, especially if given when needed rather than after.
Lying on the bed after the shower, being dried by Mary, she gave a cry of surprise. Two red circles had appeared on my bottom, exactly were the outer two holes had been. The inner two lined up with that part of my bottom which didn’t make contact with the seat. My skin had been sucked into the holes and bruised by the experience. Mary called the nurse and she recommended I stay off my bottom. The upshot being the next three days I spent most of the day in bed on my side.
I contacted Amazon and they wanted photos of the chair and my bottom showing the injury, an odd request but I sent them anyway. Two days later I was speaking to a very nice lady who had studied all the photos in detail. It was an absurd situation, here I was chatting to a complete stranger, not even a medic, about my bottom.
She said, “I studied the photos and I see exactly what you mean.”
What did she mean? The mind boggled. In what other situation would that happen? I don’t know how I kept a straight face. I am just hoping I don’t see my bottom on a lightening deal or illustrating a review for this shower chair.
This is a photo of the seat of the shower chair showing the four small holes. They are a little bigger than a 5p piece.