I am sitting in my office at work. On my computer screen is the website for which I order parts for our hospital beds. I have a delivery to do at 2:30.
I talked to an elderly lady on the phone to get directions to their house.
"Will it raise him up fully?" she asked of the bed.
"Yes ma'am," I replied.
"I want him to be able to see out the window. I want his last days to be as comfortable as possible."
Her husband had a massive stroke and half of his body is paralyzed. He is in his eighties and they don't expect him to live very long. His wife wanted him home when he passes away and not in some sterile hospital room.
Well, I am off to load up the delivery van with a hospital bed and to be on my way. It's the not-so glamorous part of my job.