Why today? Why today,
of all days?
If he could have, Michael would have pounded his fists in
frustration. Instead, he just lay in
bed, looking at the clock by his bedside, willing Dominic to arrive. He was no thirty minutes late, no call, no
nothing.
Dominic had been his PCA for about a year now, and lately, Michael
had started to almost hate him. He was
tired of Dominic’s excuses, his frequent latenesses that resulted in Michael’s
frequent latenesses. It wasn’t as if Michael
expected his caregiver to act like he had the best job in the world, but
Dominic had practically become surly in the last few months.
A quadriplegic with no movement in his hands and only very
limited movement in his wrists, Michael needed help in the morning to get out
of bed, to shower, and to get dressed. And
today he needed to be prompt because he was meeting his girlfriend Amanda for a
Sunday brunch at a diner by her house, where she was introducing him to her
daughter Lexie.
