With my wife laying in bed most of the time with a broken back and a cast on her foot, I hung a huge brass bell out on the patio and ran a string from the clapper, through the bedroom wall and over a pulley in the ceiling over the bed and hung a golf ball on the other end. Now, when she needs me to come in from the garage, she yanks the cord, Clang, Clang, Clang and here I come.
Now if she has fallen onto the floor, she can dial me up on her cell phone and the claxen bell will ring in the workshop, and here I come. If all fails, she can call my daughter in law across the street and she'll come runnin". So far, no panic calls, but you never know when it'll happen.
However, making trips into the house to refill the coffee cup every half hour, I usually call out a cheerie question, "How are you doin' Honey?". That usually draws a response like "nice going, now you woke me up again...........what's for lunch?" Naw, just kidding, she just gives me a sweet smile.
Hey, I'm a care giver, give me a break. What's the use, after 58 years, I can't find another 15 year old like she was when I met her. I still treat her like my girl friend, and it works! Remembering the old adage, "in sickness and in health" makes love stronger. She would do the same for me.
Roly
