That's great to hear, Fox!
My dad also had to go to a rehab place after one of his knee surgeries. (That's the one where they kept him cooped up for too long due to all the stupid bureaucratic BS and his health suffered because of that to the point that he scared me. I think I posted about this before on the forums here.) But he was already going stir crazy from the hospital.
We still both chuckle about "The Great Escape" from the rehab hospital that I helped him stage.
No really. Dad called me before 2 days were up at the rehab place and basically said words to the effect of - "Son, these idiots don't know what they're doing and I'm going crazy, GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
So - basically going along the idea of "easier to beg forgiveness than to ask permission" - or at least avoid red tape delays - I literally drove up to a side entrance to the rehab place, grabbed a wheelchair, called dad on the cell phone to make sure he was ready, and we scooted past the nurses station when they weren't looking and scrammed out of there. Later dad called them up to settle affairs and to sort things out. But he didn't go back personally and within a week he was walking on his new knee just fine (with a bit of help from a cane and later without the cane.)
Later I joked with him that I had the Mission Impossible theme running in my head on the way out.
-Logan
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"So how do we avoid attention from the nurses?"
"I don't know. Roll casual?"
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My dad also had to go to a rehab place after one of his knee surgeries. (That's the one where they kept him cooped up for too long due to all the stupid bureaucratic BS and his health suffered because of that to the point that he scared me. I think I posted about this before on the forums here.) But he was already going stir crazy from the hospital.
We still both chuckle about "The Great Escape" from the rehab hospital that I helped him stage.
No really. Dad called me before 2 days were up at the rehab place and basically said words to the effect of - "Son, these idiots don't know what they're doing and I'm going crazy, GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
So - basically going along the idea of "easier to beg forgiveness than to ask permission" - or at least avoid red tape delays - I literally drove up to a side entrance to the rehab place, grabbed a wheelchair, called dad on the cell phone to make sure he was ready, and we scooted past the nurses station when they weren't looking and scrammed out of there. Later dad called them up to settle affairs and to sort things out. But he didn't go back personally and within a week he was walking on his new knee just fine (with a bit of help from a cane and later without the cane.)
Later I joked with him that I had the Mission Impossible theme running in my head on the way out.
-Logan
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"So how do we avoid attention from the nurses?"
"I don't know. Roll casual?"
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