I’ve had my present wheelchair for almost nine years now. I’m long overdue for a replacement. My wheels are clacking like a shopping cart and the motors have seen better days. So in March I started the process of getting a new chair. I’m still waiting. The tricky part has been getting approval for the type of chair I want. I’d like one with rear-wheel drive, which makes for a tighter turning radius. But so far, MA has rejected my request. Twice. Sooner or later, I’ll get what I need, but I wish it didn’t take so damn long.
This morning, I was down in the parking garage under my building and waiting for my nurse to open up the van. We were joking around and I said something like, “Suck my dick!” a bit too loudly. Apparently, there was this old man standing behind me and he must have overheard me. My nurse reported that he had his hands on his hips and a rather disapproving look on his face. I laughed all the way to work.
Bad cripple!
