Finally there is a win for the good guys. John came to see me yesterday in his manual wheelchair. He has a long history of Multiple Sclerosis and a Cerebral Vascular Accident (CVA-stroke) that has left him a cripple-in body, but not in mind. He informed me that an ombudsman had just ruled in his favor and that he would be receiving his automated scooter back in just a day or two. It was being recharged.

I had received an order to put John in a manual wheelchair after he had accidentally crashed his scooter a few months ago. He zigged instead of zagged and ended up running his chair into a car in the parking lot of the facility where he now stayed. Shame on him.

I countermanded the order by reminding the nursing home staff and the apparent managerial genius that John can only use one arm. What direction would a one armed man go in a manual wheelchair except around in circles? That seemed to fall on deaf ears and John lost his mobility privileges inspite of my initial protest. It must have been the manager’s car.

Enter the ombudsman, who apparently has an IQ greater than 70, who also agreed that John was limited in direction using only one arm. Now John can actually get somewhere when he sets his mind to it. A win for the good guy.

How in the hell did that manager get their job?