Yesterday, after using the recumbent bike for 20 minutes, I got the old feeling of getting into a sweat and competing against myself. They only have one in working condition and I never know if someone is using it before I go down to level C to find out, but yesterday, the woman was almost done, so I spent ten minutes waiting and complaining about the channel they have on constantly on the big tv (7 which is ABC in NY) and I was stuck watching the view which I cannot stand.
Back to my room where the Mets lost. It doesn’t’t matter any longer, I was just glad they were still in contention mathematically. I think they have 0.003 odds of getting into the wild card.
During the night, at least three blue coats opened the door and peeked in. The door is loud and I looked at my phone to check the times: 12:15 a.m., 3:00 a.m. and 6:14 a.m.
I suppose that these are the likely times to find dead people. Somebody died yesterday. The only reason I know is because an old guy was sitting on a chair doing PT when two blue coats told the PT that they needed to interrupt the session.
I was on the bike at the time so heard most of it.
“We’re very sorry to tell you that Dorothy has passed away.”
This shocked the old guy, who I had never seen before.
“What? I just had lunch with her a little while ago,” he sputtered.
“Yes. I know you were close to her. That’s why we’re telling you. She was taken by ambulance to Sinai where she died. We’re very sorry.”
He remained sitting on his warming towel seat, after PT was finished. Another PT noticed that he was looking very sad. Not moving. She asked, “are you alright Mr. Smith?”
“Why?” he asked, looking up.
(She didn’t know what had happened.)
“Just deep in thought,” Mr. Smith says.
And gets up slowly and leaves.
I stay on the bike for another 20 minutes replaying the scene in my head. Sometimes it seems as if this must be what war is like. Comrades dying all around you. Never knowing who is next.
In the background, one of the richest men in America, or at least most powerful – the head of Disney – which owns The View is discussing his new book and being fawned over by the Women of the View.
But that incident on the bike must have struck a chord with me, because tomorrow I have a referral appointment to go to Sinai and start working out the details of a new scooter.
The problem with the scooters etc. for people who have had strokes (at least on one side) is that once you use them to get around, that left side (in my case) just gets weaker. Point is, I woke up with an idea. What if they made wheelchairs with bike pedals.
Of course they do, I see the sports chairs in the marathon all the time.
But those are too low to get into and out of without assistance for stroke victims. What if it was shaped more like a regular wheelchair but had a mechanism for pedaling it?
I look up Pedal Wheelchairs, and apparently it’s a new thing, and several established companies are making them.
Can you pedal one up a curb? Over bumps?
I don’t know.
But within the next few weeks, I’ll know.