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Eigude Shame XXXI

Tuesday, November 1st, 2016

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Eigude Shame XXX

Thursday, August 4th, 2016

Qual-ität aus deutschen Landen

Ich berichte bereits seit Jahren darüber, dass viele Hilfsmittel die wir müde Krieger benötigen, weder gut durchdacht noch qualitativ hochwertig sind, das einzige was hochwertig ist, ist der Preis. Eine Patientenwaage zum Beispiel, die zwischen Deckenlifter und Hebetuch gehängt wird kostet über 500 €. Eine vergleichbare in Deutschland hergestellte Industriewaage kostet 56 €. Wenn diese horrenden Preise verlangt werden, man begründet dies oft mit der Vergabe einer Hilfsmittelnummer, verlange ich quasi eine lebenslange Haltbarkeit. Genau dies ist nicht der Fall, ein gutes Beispiel ist mein Duschstuhl, der nicht wasserresistent ist rostet und schon am Vorderrad seinen Reifen verloren hat. (siehe älteren Beitrag).
Jeder kennt die Triangel am Galgen vom Krankenhausbett. So einen habe ich auch zuhause, ohne diesen liege ich wegen meiner fehlenden Bauchmuskeln wie ein Maikäfer auf dem Rücken.

Seit heute 8:00 Uhr bin ich fassungslos:
Als ich mich heute Morgen ein wenig im Bett drehen wollte, riss der Gurt, und ich hatte das Dreieck in der Hand.

Was hätte da alles passieren können.

Ich war glĂĽcklicherweise nicht alleine, sonst wĂĽrde ich immer noch, wie ein gestrandeter Wal, unbeweglich im Bett liegen. An das Telefon wäre ich auch nicht angekommen, auch wenn es “nur” 10 cm neben dem Bett steht.

Als Lösung musste ein Spanngurt vom Auto herhalten.
Ich bin sicher der hält, auch wenn der keine Hilfsmittelnummer hat. Echtes Qualitätsmerkmal so eine Nummer.

Bei der genaueren Beschlechtachtung des Haltegurtes, denn das Wort “gut” hat er nicht verdient, habe ich eine zweite Stelle gefunden, wo der Gurt auch kurz vor dem reiĂźen war.

Insbesondere bei solch wichtigen sicherheitsrelevanten Teilen verlange ich beste Qualität zum Beispiel einen Gurt mit Metallgewebe.

Ich weiĂź, ich bin schuld,…ich habe zu viel Kraft. Ho,…ho,…ho…

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Qual-ität aus deutschen Landen

Ich berichte bereits seit Jahren darüber, dass viele Hilfsmittel die Behinderte benötigen weder gut durchdacht noch qualitativ hochwertig sind, das einzige was hochwertig ist, ist der Preis. Eine Patientenwaage zum Beispiel, die zwischen Deckenlifter und Hebetuch gehängt wird kostet über 500 €. Eine vergleichbare in Deutschland hergestellte Industriewaage kostet 56 €. Wenn diese horrenden Preise verlangt werden, man begründet dies oft mit der Vergabe einer Hilfsmittelnummer, verlange ich quasi eine lebenslange Haltbarkeit. Genau dies ist nicht der Fall, ein gutes Beispiel ist mein Duschstuhl, der nicht wasserresistent ist rostet und schon am Vorderrad seinen Reifen verloren hat. (Siehe älteren Beitrag).
Jeder kennt die Triangel am Galgen vom Krankenhausbett. So einen habe ich auch zuhause, ohne diesen liege ich wegen meiner fehlenden Bauchmuskeln wie ein Maikäfer auf dem Rücken.

Seit heute 8:00 Uhr bin ich fassungslos:
Als ich mich heute Morgen ein wenig im Bett drehen wollte, riss der Gurt, und ich hatte das Dreieck in der Hand.

Was hätte da alles passieren können.

Ich war glĂĽcklicherweise nicht alleine, sonst wĂĽrde ich immer noch, wie ein gestrandeter Wal, unbeweglich im Bett liegen. An das Telefon wäre ich auch nicht angekommen, auch wenn es “nur” 10 cm neben dem Bett steht.

Als Lösung musste ein Spanngurt vom Auto herhalten.
Ich bin sicher der hält, auch wenn der keine Hilfsmittelnummer hat. Echtes Qualitätsmerkmal so eine Nummer.

 

 

Bei der genaueren Beschlechtachtung des Haltegurtes, denn das Wort “gut” hat er nicht verdient, habe ich eine zweite Stelle gefunden, wo der Gurt auch kurz vor dem reiĂźen war.

 

Insbesondere bei solch wichtigen sicherheitsrelevanten Teilen verlange ich beste Qualität zum Beispiel einen Gurt mit Metallgewebe.
Ich weiĂź, ich bin schuld,…ich habe zu viel Kraft. Ho,…ho,…ho…

Eigude Shame XXIX

Sunday, April 24th, 2016

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Unbelievable – or Tough Stuff

A few months ago I was scheduled to be transferred out of the rehab facility in the Taunus (behind the seven hills where the seven dwarfs lived) back to the hospital in Frankfurt from which I came 6 weeks ago. I was to undergo a special examination named Angiography, a procedure during which one can actually watch his or her own brain function live at work. The transfer service was ordered a few days before with the request “sitting in own wheelchair”. I had already had my bags packed the day before (you wouldn’t believe what all accumulates in 6 weeks!) I cleared my small single room for dismissal at 8:00 AM because it would be reassigned right away.

The next morning at 7:20 two nurses stormed into my room and told me slightly stressed that the shuttle would take off half an hour earlier, which was in 10 minutes! Of course, I couldn’t insist on the 2 drivers delaying their contractually assured breakfast break. After a short handling, also called basic care (I felt like at the Pitstop at a Formula 1 race) the transfer service showed up – but of course, with a stretcher. There was not enough room in the vehicle for me sitting in my wheelchair. Oh well, I had “only” told them about five times! Well…uh… bad. After a successful arrival in Frankfurt I was seated back in my wheelchair and the drivers checked me in at the emergency room of the hospital. I waited patiently while the drivers cleared the field. After approximately 10 minutes a staff member approached and mentioned that I was quite early.

My comment: not that bad, 8:45.

She: ONE WEEK!!!

Those “luminaries” from the rehab clinic, whose priority apparently is not the well fare of the patient, kicked me out an entire week early! Fortunately, the hospital had a bed available and granted me asylum for the time being.

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Chock Part XIV

Monday, March 9th, 2015

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Frankfurter StraĂźenverkehrsamt (Frankfurt Department of Transportation, FDT)

” finally lowers new “lowered pavement”… !!!

Everybody who is somewhat familiar with Frankfurt am Main knows that the new tram line 17 that was built in the district of Sachsenhausen is running since January.

During the construction months the big intersection Stresemannallee-Kennedyallee, to which I live close by, became an “adventure playground” for people like me.

From the beginning barrier-free construction was planned, of which in the next few years I should benefit greatly. The city of Frankfurt and the Dept. for Public Transportation is currently investing millions for the accessibility, what is absolutely commendable.

However, back in November I was kind of speechless, when I tried to cross the street with the Rolli and couldn’t make it up the “supposedly” lowered curb of one of those main traffic islands.

On the left side the curb was at least 10 cm high and inclined to about 5 cm, so that the Rolli was on three wheels only and I almost unintentionally had to leave my vehicle.

So I went by the running traffic on the bicycle lane next to the island, which was more like a daring challenge for a wheeler…

On the other side of the same island a “specialist” ever so skillfully sawed off a piece of the curb, which made me fear the sharp edge could cause a flat tire.

I approached the construction workers several times and the engineer in charge called me at home to discuss my complaint. He promised to look into the matter, but nothing happened for weeks.

Once in a while I inquired with the Frankfurt StraĂźenverkehrsamt (FDT), but as I now know they were not directly responsible for the traffic island.

By the end of February, the curb unfortunately had not automatically lowered itself; I had a dentist appointment and once again needed to use the intersection.

With some reservations I took the bike lane again, when a car went by so awfully close that I felt its side mirror on my jacket.

That was too much!
With a bit of effort I managed to get a competent clerk of the FDT on the phone and explained to her how dangerous the current status is.
Ten days later I was once again at my “favorite” intersection. Much to my surprise the traffic island had been completely revised. Thanks to Mrs. R. from this sit!

Look at the difference, I am delighted.

The piece of curb “lowered by saw” I will submit to the city as a sample, lol … !!!! ;-)

Because of somebody’s effort, the other side of the curb was also replaced.

In the last few years I have seen time and time again, that everybody can make a difference. If you see deficiencies speak with the people in charge. Often it is easier to change something than you might think.

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Eigude Pranger Part XXVIII

Sunday, December 14th, 2014

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Eigude Shame Part XXVII

Friday, November 28th, 2014

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Eigude Shame Part XXVI

Tuesday, November 11th, 2014

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Internet- Find of the Week

Monday, September 22nd, 2014

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Addendum I capitulate…!!!

Tuesday, September 16th, 2014

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Eigude Shame Part XXV

Thursday, July 31st, 2014

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I capitulate…!!!

Tuesday, May 27th, 2014

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Eigude Shame XXVI

Sunday, September 15th, 2013

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Eigude Shame XXV

Friday, August 2nd, 2013

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Rollator Part II

Sunday, May 26th, 2013

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On Friday I was at the discount supermarket with the big L and looked at the offers for the coming week.

You should have taken a picture of my face, I am still a bit speechless!!!

As far as I remember we have in Germany doctors, health insurances and medical supply stores who take care about the patients supply of medical devices, and not the supermarkets…

Why does a discount supermarket suddenly sell rollators???

Did I miss something???

I am missing a medical device number in the flyer.

Who will adjust the rollator to the user, and what about maintenance, repair and liability???

Please post a comment…

Do I have to buy my next wheelchair at IKEA and screw it together myself out of two Billy shelves?

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Addendum Eigude Shame XII

Tuesday, May 7th, 2013

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5 months ago, I have already posted about a “disabling”, new disabled toilet in a hospital (see older blogpost).

At that time, I criticised among other things that nobody had unwound the emergency cord.

It is rather bad when you are lying on the floor after a wheelchair-floor-transfer while trying to transfer from wheelchair to toilet and then your are not able to reach the alarm.

In case of emergency you can’t open the door from the inside either because wisely the door lock is mounted at 1,50 m. Probably designer model “Dirk Nowitzki”.

I am not so experienced about industry standards in the area of accessible building, but I would be surprised if such a high installation height of a door lock is allowed. Whereas… the thought is not so far off…!!!

Even wheelchair test person “Detective” had difficulties with the door lock!

I had pointed out the “trifle” with the emergency cord already several times, but it had not been unwound within 4 months anyway. I couldn’t reach the knot up there, otherwise I would have done it myself.

When I complained at a therapist – let’s call her “Work-out” – on 22.04.2013 again about the emergency cord with the Gordian knot she immediately took care of the problem and unknotted the cord. Thanks again from this side.

The appearance of the tetra pot belly had to be alienated out of proprietary reasons.

As you can see on the next picture, there are other disabled toilets in this hospital with door locks in Hobbit height.

Actually it’s my own fault… I am too small… If I really make an effort I might still grow a bit and can then reach the 1,50 m door lock…!!

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