I wonder if any of you readers are Star Trek fans. While I wouldn't say we are Trekkies, we both did like pretty much all versions of the show (with the exception of Deep Space 9 or 8 or 42 or whatever it was). In the origninal series there was an episode where the crew arrived on a mining planet where there were these burrowing aliens that looked like they were scabby marshmallows. They had killed one of the miners and Kirk and crew were there to defend fellow humans. One of the creatures is shot and when it is cornered in order to communicate with it Spock does a Vulcan mind meld (Spock only touched aliens that Kirk didn't want to bed.) When their minds meet Spock calls out in a hollow voice ....
P. A. I. N.
Well that's kind of what old Spock would hear if he did that Voodoo thing he do to me. We are on a road trip consulting for two days and speaking at a conference for one day. Joe went to pick up the rental car and even though we always use this company, even though we have specified that one of the passengers has a disability and uses a wheelchair (that would be me for those not keeping up) they keep giving us inappropriate cars. This time it was the Nitro. That frigging car is so high up that it is daunting to get into and horrible for lifting the chair in. On my first attempt I sprained my knee. Badly.
All the way up to our first stop I rocked with pain. I was concerned about what I'd do when I got there because, man I was in pain. I kept saying to Joe that I wouldn't be able to get into the building. I wouldn't be able to make it because I wouldn't be able to weight bear on my leg. So we called the company, arranged to drop this one off and pick up another ... but first Joe had to get me to work and then he could go exchange cars.
We got there and, I needn't have worried. In all that pain I forgot.
I have a wheelchair.