There's a dark cloud hanging over our house. We were out in the snow and I had just turned to come into the apartment. Suddenly I was looking at the ceiling. The back left tire of my chair had twisted back. I struggled out of the chair and we got it parked in place.
I struggled to keep from crying. I love that chair, I love the freedom it offers me, I love how I feel about myself in it. Suddenly, it's laying there wounded. I called a wheelchair repair company who said, 'It's snowing.' Um yeah. So they told me they could maybe come and look at it on Friday.
I booked the appointment.
I found another company, located nearer downtown and called them. They were quite mercenary asking who'd be paying for the repair, if I was on disability, I told them that I wasn't on disability and would be paying, then they said, it will cost 82$ to come to look at it and then all repairs will be on top of that. OK. They can come tomorrow, so I booked that. Then, I had organize with her how the money would exchange hands. OK. I get that they are making a living. It woulda been nice, though, if I felt even the slightest degree of compassion for having my chair break and for what that means.
So, first thing tomorrow Henry will be at the doctors and I hope and pray that he doesn't need major work. Really hope and pray.
I've got that back up scooter so I'm not sweating, but man, oh man, I love that wheelchair.
But the silver lining. Thank heaven's this happened on my way in to the apartment. Thank heaven's we weren't still across town and motoring around.
But that ain't much lining and that cloud seems awfully dark right now.