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I need grab bars in my shower. Simple right? Go to the home improvement store, buy the bars, husband screws them into the shower wall. Done deal, life made easier-not.
If this had happened, and it didn't, husband could help me get into the shower, I could sit on the nice shower chair. When I need to get up and out, I could grab the grab bar, pull myself to a standing position with his help, transfer my grab to him, and turn to the side. Then, in my perfect world, he helps me get across the tub threshold. I am nice and clean at this point in time with as little stress as possible on him or me. Since I am sitting in the shower chair, I can brush my teeth there as well. My recliner is in the family room, where my bed is now. The recliner is covered in a towel waiting my arrival. I am wrapped in a towel, walking down the hall, to my recliner where I can rest before dressing. Heaven on earth.
BUT, I have no grab bars. Here's how it really went.
Two weeks after asking husband to put in grab bars, he finally goes and buys them. I notified my son and made arrangements for him to come over, after work that very day, to help dad install the grab bars. Otherwise they will sit there until I die or the house falls over. Son arrives, all tools, ok most tools, actually some tools are assembled to put the grab bars in, instruction are glanced at. How hard can it be?. An hour later, three trips later for more tools, longer screws, completely reading the instructions, they are ready to go.
Once again my son asked do I realize he is putting a screw through my fiberglass shower. Once again he says he's not responsible for any damage. OMG, Yes, yes, get on with it. I'm tired. I'm in a world of pain. I want a dang shower. I want to lay down. I want a nap before I go to bed.
They measure. First screw is in, perfectly secured through the stud. They used a longer screw to make sure it will hold. Great. I am now needed. I go, place my hand on the shower bar, indicating where it needs to be for me. They decide it needs to be elsewhere. Sigh. Fine. Whatever. Get it done. Go sit down mom, you don't feel well. Really? You think? I go.
They measure carefully. They level. They put the second screw in, and, yup, there is no stud there. The stud is gone.
My son explains they are going to move the bar over a bit, cause they have to hit the stud. I will have a hole in the shower wall, they will fill it so it doesn't leak behind the wall-no problem. Whatever. They do the third hole. There is no stud. In fact, there is no wall board behind the shower enclosure. Nothing to hook the end of the grab bar to. He can not keep putting holes in the fiberglass because it might shatter. The bar is taken down, the four holes are filled, and now it's talk time.
We are going to talk about what to do. So sitting in the family room, they both start talking, to me, at the same time. About what to do. I know what to do. I should get into the time machine, go back 46 years, and marry someone who knows how to put a shower grab bar in. That's what I should do. But, someone has misplaced the time machine. Instead I not so gently tell them to shut up and get out cause I am going to bed, which they do and I do.
To be continued. Lol.