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Monday, October 27, 2008

The Stroke-Segment Four

I was not excited at the prospect of Christmas approaching. We didn't exactly have money coming out the ears. Mel's boss did pay him every week when he was ill but it was a small company and Mel was making a fair living from so much over time. He was of course not getting that now. I did want to do a small amount of Christmas shopping but it was hard to do as Mel wanted me to put the car in the garage at 5:00. He didn't want me to go anywhere alone. Slowly slowly Mel started to get better. His boss let him come back to work and just sweep the shop and empty trash and little jobs. What a come down for a top commercial refrigeration mechanic. Well known restaurants ask for him when they called for repairs. As time creeped on the boss started having two other men haul soda fountains, ice cream cabinets etc. into the shop for Mel to repair so he could take his time. In normal times he would have gone to the place of business to repair equipment. It wouldn't look well for the company to see a man working slow and a little unsure of himself. He would repair them sometime with help and the other men would take them back and reinstall. One of the men lived near us and would come take him to work and bring him home as they were allowed to bring company trucks home to be ready for emergency repair calls, to deliver carbonic gas and dry ice. He started wanting to try for his driver's licence which had come due during the time of his sickness. He had to go through a board of doctors to be able to get them back. They deemed it was safe but he was told to start out very slow. On Sundays he could go to a empty parking lot and practise and then he graduated to driving in our neighborhood only. No expressways. I might add he had been an excellant driver and made service calls all over south Texas and everywhere in San Antonio. One day we were driving home from the grocery store or somewhere and he headed for the expressway. My heart skipped several beats and he just ignored my screaming no no you aren't suppose to. He knew he was ready I guess because he drove everywhere after that and did fine. We had started walking as soon as he could. We took that slow too. We were afraid to get too far from the house. One bock, two etc. until we were walking 45 minutes every night no matter how hot or cold it was. On the coldest nights several times someone stopped to offer us a ride thinking we were walking because we had to. We finally bought ourselves one of those knit caps that pull down over your head where just your lips and eyes are showing. We even joked that we should not go in the convience store that we passed for fear they would think we were going to rob the place. I can tell you it wouldn't be safe to walk this neighborhood in San Antonio at night now. To be continued.

15 comments:

MISSY said...

Mel seemed like such a strong determined man.

I'll keep reading...

*M*

http://learningtoadapt.blogspot.com

garnett109 said...

my father was like mel didn't quit

Kath said...

What a strong determined man Mel was Paula.NO it's not safe to walk anywhere in todays day and age wherever you live.Enjoying the reading thankyou for sharing and thankyou for your loyalty to my new blog and lovely comments.Have a lovely day.It's freezing here in my part of England.Oh! how I wish I was in San Antonio as I was three years ago LOL!! Brrrrrrr.Best get my wooly hat on like you had robber or no robber let them think . LOL!! Take Care God Bless Kath xx

Donna said...

You certainly have my attention here. Keep going!

Lisa said...

Mel was a strong man and so determined to get his life back and it sounds like he did. That is to be commended, he never gave up and the hard work he put into his recovery paid off. I can't wait to hear more - I love reading these entries.

sober white women said...

I think it is great that his boss still paid him even when he could not work. I don't think that would happen in the present time. After Rusty's heart attack we had to start walking. I remember the first walk we ever took was to the end of the driveway, and that just wore him out. I must admit that the body is amazing on how it can repair itself.
Kelli

It's Just Me ~ Katie! said...

You can't keep the salt of the earth down long. Hoping your Today brings with it many reasons to smile. Take care,
Katie

Alice said...

That's true grit, Paula, for Mel and you as well. :).........

Karen said...

Wish I could walk like that...maybe in another month or three when the knee finally heels, I mean, heals ... lol,lol.
Karen

Karen said...

Just caught up with your other entries learning that this post is a continuation of others. Sorry for the joke. This is a sad story. You are a hero and courageous for writing about it.
Karen

jack69 said...

Yep, easy to see how easy you have had it, sounds pretty cushy to me. Life can throw some curves, sounds like you have been good at handling them. I will be back. Take care, this is a good series.
Jack

Rose said...

Boy Paula you've been through a lot with your Mel haven't you! I'll keep reading too!

Joyce said...

He does seem like a determined man. Can't wait to read more.
Hugs, Joyce

Janie said...

Hmmm I wonder if you lived close to the convience shop I lived close to. I don't know how many times it got robbed! I lived in San Antonio in 1966. Sounds like things were really hard. Looking bad we sometimes wonder how we made it through tough times. When I lived in Turkey (paid my own way there and had Terry Ann there) I had paint rags on my windows because we could not afford curtains. Sorry you lost Mel at such a young age. Blessings, Janie

Lisa said...

I can see you with those caps on LOL looking like robbers. LOL. That is so nice that the company made allowances for him. There are not many good companies left like that out there in this day and age. LOL I can see you hanging on when he took to the freeways. Great entry.
Lisa