Help, Part 2

** This has been a long time in coming, a lot has changed over the past 3-5 years. I apologize; it has been many years since I last wrote Help, Part 1. But hopefully, the next part was worth the wait.

Robocop, that is all I can think of as I attempt to walk down the hall to my sterile prison, I am sorry hospital room. Being braced and cast for so long had made the muscles in my legs extremely weak. Luckily the nurse realizes my inability to move and quickly finds a wheelchair. I sit down; I did not realize with my new hardware how difficult it is going to be just to do the simple things like sitting. The nurse wheels me back to my room, where she assists me to bed. She tries to make me more comfortable, but it does not seem to work. Nothing she does can make me comfortable. After her attempts fail, she assures me she will be back, but she needs to go check on other patients. Great, I am basically left here to take stock in my situation. I cannot put my head back against the pillow, I cannot shift my weight, and I cannot even reach for anything. I am stuck in whatever position I am left in.

Ok, now that I have taken stock in what I cannot do, lets see what is good about this. UM… well at least I am not sedated any more, nor am I hooked up to a ventilator, or a feeding tube. But I am still dependent on everyone else to do the basic human functions. All of a sudden, I hear footsteps and something being rolled into the room. I strain to see, but with no avail, my neck is so ridged that this is in possible. Then I realize there are two people, who came to see me, but they brought a cart, of some sort, and the same high backed wheel chair as before. Then I realize one of them is my husband.

"Beth, I see you have gotten back to your room safely. How are you feeling?"

"How do you think I am feeling?" I retorted.

"Now Beth, it is not going to do you any good to get mad, and cynical at me. In fact, it may make your recovery worse. Now, I am going to ask this question again, how are you feeling?"

"I feel like I am stuck in this prison, that is called a hospital, and there is not much I am able to do about it."

"Well, Beth, there is not much you can do about it. And since you have this terrible attitude about your recovery, then you are really not going to like what I am about to do. Nurse, will please bring the cart closer to the bed. Also, we may need an orderly in here to help us with moving Beth around."

Great, what is he going to do now? There is not much he has not done over the recent months. I have been in a full body cast, a halo brace, been heavily sedated, been on a ventilator, been fed by a feeding tube, been strapped and confined to a wheelchair, and God knows what else, while I was sedated over the last few months. The nurse and the overly muscular orderly walk in…

" Yes’m, Dr.Silger, hows can I helps you?" Asks the orderly. I am sure the orderly must be good at his job, because he certainly does not have a command of the English language.

"Sam thanks for coming. I do not need you right away, but I will. Why don’t you get off your feet, and sit over in the chair in corner."

"Yous are so kind, I needs to sit down, and my feets are tired." Sam stated gratefully.

My husband is nicer to an orderly, and then he is to me. I am stating to see how this is going to go. Anyway, Rob scoots the little stool closer to the cart and me. I am still unable to see what is on the cart. I cannot distinguish how large the cart is. Rob, puts his hand my shoulder, and rotates it. I try to resist…

"Beth, you are only going make it more difficult on yourself if you resist. Also, you are in no position to resist. Fortunately, in your condition, you are unable to do anything for yourself, and I am the one who can provide you with the best or the worst of care. Remember, you do not know what is coming, so it is best to be cooperative now."

I did not say anything. I am laying here in shock. The man I married is treating me like I am an invalid. Yet, he told me this was all for the Scoliosis, that was left untreated so many years ago, but it is a punishment for something.

Rob continues to rotate my right shoulder. He moves down to my wrist, where he reaches for something on the cart with one hand and holds my wrist with the other. Then I hear the pulling of Velcro. With my palm side up he slips my fingers in the brace. The brace fits over my first knuckles of my fingers, which makes it where I am unable to bend them. He then works my thumb in next. In the thumb section, there is a hard plastic bar sown into the brace. The thumb is encased in the brace. I attempt to flex my thumb muscle, but it too is now immobilized. Rob finishes the installation of the brace. The brace immobilizes the fingers, wrist, and goes up to just under the elbow. Rob moves over to the other hand, without a word, he encases my left hand and arm in a very similar brace. Now, I cannot move my neck, my back, my hips, and now my hands and arms. What’s next? My legs are already too weak.

"Sam, I need your help now, please go get the hoist and grips from the supply closet." With out a word Sam walks out of the room.

"Nurse, will please take the restraints out of this cart, and restrain her arms to the bed rails. I do not want her to have an opportunity to get upset and move during the next procedure. Also, after you are done please go help Sam bring in the items I asked. While you accomplish this, I will get the next procedure ready." Rob commanded.

I did not dare to speak; I did not know what to say. Then to ensure I would not say a word Rob put a gag in my month and strapped it to my neck brace. While he did this he moved my neck, and jarred my brace. Had I been able to, I would have screamed, it hurt so much. Now, I could she the pleasure of my torment in Rob’s eyes. I heard the nurse leave and shut the door.

"Don’t worry honey, the gag is not permanent, unless you want it to be. I know the pressure I just put on your neck, is painful but it will subside shortly. The gag is so you do not scream when we do the next procedure. Let me tell you what is going to occur. I know in your current state, you are unable to do anything for yourself. Also, I am sure this is going to bother you immensely, but it frankly does not bother me. In fact, you completely immobilizes makes me happy. Well, anyway, I had not made a decision until a few minutes ago, when you resisted my treatment. Because you are unable to care for yourself, there were some issues raised with how you were going to eliminate yourself. Because some of the medication, it will make you somewhat incontinent. This condition should not last too long, but at any rate, the medical team and I know we need to deal with it. Like, I stated before I had a difficult decision, do I use a catheter and create a bowel program, during your incontinence, or do I use the diaper method? Well, both have its drawbacks. I was leaning more towards the catheter, because it was a little more convenient, however, because of your crappy attitude toward your condition and your treatment, I just decided to use the diaper method. Pardon, the pun on your crappy attitude. For now you will be changed every 2-3 hours, including through the night. This is more for you to get used to be in a diaper, or what we in the medical profession call adult incontinent products. But, since I see a look of fear and dismay on your face, we will call them diapers. Over time you will be changed less and less, until you are able to control yourself, again. And if your attitude does improve I may change the decision, but that is entirely up to you, if or not you will be in diapers.

Please keep in mind; I will be taking extra measures you ensure you eliminate in YOUR DIAPERS. YOUR DIAPERS will be disposable. I am not that cruel to make you wear cloth DIAPERS. I hope you are getting the picture you will be in DIAPERS. Also, it is your decision how long you are in DIAPERS. I, also, know how we used to play nurse and wounded soldier before sex; DIAPERS could be a cramp in having sex. Also, think of other people knowing you have to wear DIAPERS. At some point you will be going home, and I know how you like to entertain. Can you imagine what people would say when they heard you walk and they heard the crackle of the DIAPERS, or even the possible smell? What about if you and I went out, and you had to be changed? And I know how weak you are, and I took you into the ladies room and changed your DIAPERS? Or having to explain to your friends why you have to buy a bigger dress, or pants, because the ones you have will not fit over your DIAPERS. Or when you take a friend into the closet to show them a new dress and they see 4-5 cases of extra absorbent DIAPERS. I just want you to think of complications, and I want you to really think about your actions. It is not a wise move to be so evasive and resistant. "

I could not say a word obviously I wanted to scream. I was horrified, to wear diapers. As far as sex, I did not think it was an option in my state. I loathed the idea of wearing diaper, and having to be changed. I got the point, I know he wanted me to understand the implications of be in continent. I pulled against the restraints. Unfortunately, this only tired me out. Then Sam and the nurse came back in with the hoist and the grips. When Rob had first, asked Sam to go get these items, I was not sure what they were for.

"Thank you Sam, you have done an excellent job. Your services are no longer needed, so you can go back to your regular duties."

"Yous are so kind Doctor."

As quickly as Sam left the room, Rob had the hoist grips around my knees and ankles, and had the nurse start pumping the hoist. My legs and butt went in the air. Rob quickly cut off my shorts and underwear, and tossed them in the trash. The hoist kept going, until I received the most awful pain. The hoist changed my position, where it added pressure to my already weak hips and back. Also, the brace had not been adjusted to elevate this extremely pain.

"Nurse, thank you for all your help, I can take it from here."

"Doctor, are you sure? I can certainly stay if you want me to clean up."

"Yes I am sure, but thank you for your help." The nurse left the room.

Rob kept me in this much pain, while he dug out a diaper. He then loosened the hip extension of the brace, eased the discomfort a few degrees. He put the diaper under my butt, and slowly released the hoist. After the hoist had my legs and butt back on the bed, the diaper was tightly secured around the waist, and Rob then tightened the hip extension.

Rob sat down on the stool and just looked at me. He reached up and unhooked the gag from my mouth. By this point, I was mentally exhausted, physically too, from pulling against the restrains. He then removed the restrains around my arms. I was not sure what to say, because I did not want to cause myself any more problems. Rob sat back down, and just stared at me. Finally, he got up.

"Honey, I know you think I have been cruel, but some of this is necessary. I know we have talked about bracing and I know you were reluctant in doing it, but when I have the opportunity, I went a little crazy, but I cannot undo it right now. What I am going to do is put you in this wheelchair, and get you ready to go home. Please do not say anything."

With that, he some how got me into the wheelchair. However, after I was seated, the restrains came: one around each ankle, one around each knee, one across the lap, on around the waist, and chest. Finally, my hands were strapped down to the large armrests. If I would have had any intentions of trying to move in the chair, they were gone with the application of the restraints.

"Beth, I am going to take you home now, and then we will discuss what happens next……."

*I hope this chapter was worth waiting for. I am hoping it will not take me this long for the next chapter.