I guess I should apologise for not posting in just about forever. I guess I should also promise to better my ways and post at least once a week from now on. So, I apo…
Oh, who am I kidding? Not you, dear reader, and certainly not myself either. I may or may not be able (motivated, whatever) to post regularly from now on, so I’m not going to make any promises, and apologies are getting us nowhere, so no apologies.
I’m back today, and ready to start over. Sort of.
Life’s been interesting. Though I’ve been absent, I’ve not just been sitting on my lazy arse doing nothing. (OK. Yes, there was a lot of sitting on my behind too, but hey, I’m a poor, poor cripple, aren’t I? 😉 )
My new home, no matter how much I like it, is not the right home for me, so I’m going to have to move. ASAP. Bummer, but the stairs are becoming too much of a problem too soon. I thought I could do it, but as it turns out, I can’t. Not well enough anyway.
So I’m applying for new homes again, got an offer too, but had to turn that down because of the hilly location. No use moving from one apartment you can barely leave to another you can barely leave either. I’m sick of being forced to stay in and having virtually no social life at all. That needs to change. The sooner the better.
I applied for a service dog. I only sent in the forms last week, so I don’t know if I’ll get one or not, but I’m definitely keeping my toes and fingers crossed. This is a huge thing for me. Having a service dog would enrich my life in so many ways, I can’t even begin to tell you how much of a difference it would make.
I don’t mind the silver splints, the braces, the custom made orthopedic shoes, the wheelchair, but I have a major problem asking for or accepting human help. That’s one bridge too far. So that’s where the dog comes into play. But there’s no way of knowing whether I’ll get one or not, so I can only hope. Fervently.
Then there’s the wheelchair issue. I had mixed feelings about my wheelchair, and over time I grew to hate it. Not because it was a wheelchair, but because it felt more like a tank. And because I had trouble riding it, with the stupid e-fix that never did what I wanted. I know I’m clumsy, but that still shouldn’t prevent me from being able to actually use my wheelchair.
So, in the end I hardly ever used the tank I was given, and over time I got so frustrated by not being able to use the silly thing, I had some of the puppets come in again (better ones, as it turned out) and explained my problem to them. I told them I would need a fixed frame wheelchair, made to measure, and one that I would be able to propel manually, because obviously the e-fix wasn’t working for me. (The stories I could tell about that!)
They agreed, but I’m still waiting for my new wheelchair and the tank is still in my storage, where it will remain until I get my new wheels. Meanwhile, I got me a pretty good secondhand wheelchair. It’s a bit small, but it works for me.
I really like this wheelchair. It’s everything the big useless tank isn’t. Compact, lightweight, easy on the eye and easy to maneuver. And as you can see, little Thalia likes it too. As do Ezio and Amelia. I often have to shoo one of them first when I want to use the wheelchair.
There’s much more I want to share with you, but I don’t want to makes this post too long, and also, I’m starving. Don’t worry though.
I’ll Be Back!