Well, there was the day that John was due to be discharged after surgery #2, and things were progressing to slowly to suit him, so while I was at the nurse's station getting paperwork together, he unplugged the I.V tube, got his suitcase, walked down the hall to the elevator and pushed the down button. One of his nurses saw him about ready to step on the elevator and realized that the I.V. needle was still in his arm and ran down the hall to grab him. The aide with the wheelchair was standing there holding the elevator door open while the I.V. needle was removed. John put his bag in the wheelchair and rode down on his own two feet.The morale to that story is " There's no place like home". Amy