Hello Fellow Travelers!
I was going to present a typical image of a basic wheelchair but then selected these callalilys in an Orient & Flume vase because the flowers are elegant and visually pleasing and any wheelchair is neither.
You know by now how I loathe them! Unfortunately, they do occasionally need to be replaced. I refuse to accept their continued presence in my environment as anything more than an annoying nuisance. I only order the most basic, manual, model available. If I could order a wheelchair made from Popsicle sticks I'd get one but the "Rickshaw Chair" is not currently available, so I've been pricing these odious conveyances online. And you know what? Even the crappy ones are pretty expensive! My solution to rolling along like a dachshund with no back legs? Try really hard not to be a wiener dog on wheels!
Wheelchairs are an unfortunate tool required for all manner of illnesses and conditions. They are also a prime piece of motivational equipment in my rehabilitation. No "Rascals" or "scooters" or anything with a cupholder/horn/headlight or a motor for me! The less moving parts the better! Any participation in the selection process indicates an acceptance of an actual need for a wheelchair and I refuse to acquiesce to a piece of medical equipment!
Acceptance still = surrender and I won't give up! I'll find neuroplasticity!
Though I'm forced to temporarily rely on this wheeled "thing" to get from point "A" to point "B", nothing dictates I have to be happy about it.
This particular chair incorporates everything that is American and "bad". I don't mean Michael Jackson "Bad" either - just crapola. The seat is naugahyde or maybe "pleather".
Anyway I stick to the "naug" (eg?) when I move and I sort of peel myself off.
Then there are the wheels, even though I've kept them clean they are gouged and leave marks on floors.
George Costanza's future mother-in-law (Grace Zabriskie) Mrs. Ross ("Seinfeld") said it, "Is it too much to ask that you wipe your wheels?"
It doesn't help that my not-so-cheap-ass-but-it's-falling-apart-chair was manufactured by an unfortunately named company called "Invacare".
"Inva" is part of the word"invalid" which is both a noun (a person who can't walk) and an adjective (used to describe something, usually a document, that is no good or of no use) and neither definition is a positive descriptor of a human being.
I can overlook a lot but I draw a line when I repeatedly see that "Invacare" label, bolted into the chair.
Standing around and snarking, biking, walking for hours is my normal, I've never been a "sitter". I'm more of a "stander".
Then there is the view from a wheelchair and it's tragic! You have this weird viewpoint where you're eye-level with everyone's rear. As if that isn't uncomfortable enough you're invalid and apparently you were eaten by a faux leather chair! And there's a photo to prove it!
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| Callalilys |
You know by now how I loathe them! Unfortunately, they do occasionally need to be replaced. I refuse to accept their continued presence in my environment as anything more than an annoying nuisance. I only order the most basic, manual, model available. If I could order a wheelchair made from Popsicle sticks I'd get one but the "Rickshaw Chair" is not currently available, so I've been pricing these odious conveyances online. And you know what? Even the crappy ones are pretty expensive! My solution to rolling along like a dachshund with no back legs? Try really hard not to be a wiener dog on wheels!
Wheelchairs are an unfortunate tool required for all manner of illnesses and conditions. They are also a prime piece of motivational equipment in my rehabilitation. No "Rascals" or "scooters" or anything with a cupholder/horn/headlight or a motor for me! The less moving parts the better! Any participation in the selection process indicates an acceptance of an actual need for a wheelchair and I refuse to acquiesce to a piece of medical equipment!
Acceptance still = surrender and I won't give up! I'll find neuroplasticity!
Though I'm forced to temporarily rely on this wheeled "thing" to get from point "A" to point "B", nothing dictates I have to be happy about it.
This particular chair incorporates everything that is American and "bad". I don't mean Michael Jackson "Bad" either - just crapola. The seat is naugahyde or maybe "pleather".
Anyway I stick to the "naug" (eg?) when I move and I sort of peel myself off.
Then there are the wheels, even though I've kept them clean they are gouged and leave marks on floors.
George Costanza's future mother-in-law (Grace Zabriskie) Mrs. Ross ("Seinfeld") said it, "Is it too much to ask that you wipe your wheels?"
It doesn't help that my not-so-cheap-ass-but-it's-falling-apart-chair was manufactured by an unfortunately named company called "Invacare".
"Inva" is part of the word"invalid" which is both a noun (a person who can't walk) and an adjective (used to describe something, usually a document, that is no good or of no use) and neither definition is a positive descriptor of a human being.
I can overlook a lot but I draw a line when I repeatedly see that "Invacare" label, bolted into the chair.
Standing around and snarking, biking, walking for hours is my normal, I've never been a "sitter". I'm more of a "stander".
Then there is the view from a wheelchair and it's tragic! You have this weird viewpoint where you're eye-level with everyone's rear. As if that isn't uncomfortable enough you're invalid and apparently you were eaten by a faux leather chair! And there's a photo to prove it!
If that image doesn't send you screaming to your gym, at least have a cookie for me!
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