I am sitting here crushed.
After two bouts of repairs, my powerchair was working with minimal effectiveness. I was able to get around but had to be careful. One or other of the wheels would lose power, and I would veer from one direction to the other. I managed but it was a fairly stressful ride. We had planned on having it into the shop once we were away so it could be fixed at their leisure.
After work today we were planning a kind of fun trip out and I hopped in the chair, turned it on, and realised that I was sitting on this cold, dead, thing. Yikes.
They are picking it up tomorrow.
I am without chair.
On top of that, my manual chair has lost a footrest and we've been trying to get a replacement one. So, I can't really get around far on that one either.
I am virtually housebound.
I can still get to work and back but that's about it. However, I'm trying to be plucky, I'm disabled - it comes with the territory. So in full pluckyness I think to myself, 'Well, got to be glad it broke down here and not out in the cold.' I am also trying to be inspirational - it's what the world demands. So in full inspirational mode I am still getting on with my life.
But ... really ... SHIT.
There, now I feel marginally better.