MAKING MY HOME ACCESSIBLE

Here is my home, as it once was.  When I purchased this house I was ambulatory (sort of).  I just needed something to help me get up the front steps.  But now things are different.

Since I don't walk at all, I have to worry about building codes and all that jazz.  The inclination is specified, it has to  be set in concrete, ye gods!  What a big expensive deal.    And that's just the outside.  Inside...

I had a new set of problems, and new expenses.  The entrance to the living room was a little narrow...
 
 

This wider entrance makes it easier to get into my kitchen and bathroom.  The back of the house , when it was first built, used to feature a screened-in porch.  By the time I got to this house, the porch had been turned into a separate room.  But that room was rather difficult to get to.

Getting in and out of that back room was a bit of a project.  Something had to be done...

Here's what I did.  As you can see, my passport into cyberspace is in that room.
Next comes the bathroom, the biggest deal of all.

This innocuous little room is the most dangerous place in my whole house.  Getting into the shower is a major project.  A home health aide has to be present while I embark on my daily struggle.  A change was definitely in order...

I had to check into a nursing home for a week while the contractors did their thing.  This was really a bad scene.  Not only was the food lousy, but I was the only one there under ninety.  I must admit however, I was quite popular with these people.  I guess for them a middle aged man represents the bloom of youth; this was small consolation however.  Much more comforting was what I found when I got home...

The greatest advantage I now enjoy is the increased space.  There is usually someone else in the room with me when showering or performing other daily ablutions, so this can be quite a problem.  This house was originally designed as a little summer hideaway, so the bathroom is very cramped.  I suppose these changes have increased the value of this house, but this concern is purely academic; the only way I'm ever leaving this house is feet first. 


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