I remember, back in the day, how difficult it was to get used to a new pair of shoes. I wore Birkenstocks for most of my adult life, and, even then, getting a new pair threw me for a loop. Literally. I'd trip over them. I'd get blisters in them. It would seem to take forever to get the hang of hanging ten in my sandals. Thus, sitting down in a wheelchair, had a side benefit. I was no longer confined to shoes. Hosanna and hallelujah!
A week or so ago Sadie was having trouble with her shoes because they just weren't comfortable on her feet - she decided a ride with me on my wheelchair was the better choice.
An hour or so later Ruby announces that her feet are tired in her shoes so she made the, obvious, decision - she decided that it was time for a ride in my chair.
Joe, after standing for awhile on sore feet made a decision - he decided to rest his tootsies by sitting in my manual chair when I was riding in my power chair.
So it seemed to me that the chair had benefits that, though people would rather be dead than in a wheelchair, aren't often acknowledged. In this case, freedom from feet binding.
But then ... today ... I bought a new ring. I don't wear a lot of jewelry but I decided that I'd buy a ring that was on sale from a local store that's going out of business. Once paid for, I slipped it on my finger and out the door we went. Well, that's almost what happened.
My manipulation of the joystick on my chair changed completely. I had to actually THINK about what I was doing and where I wanted to chair to go. It was EXACTLY like wearing a new pair of shoes. Well, without the blisters.
For the next day or two, I'm going to have to try and get used to how the joystick feels with my new ring on.
And for the next day or two, I'm going to feel sorry for my two footed walkie friends who have to go through this over and over and over throughout a lifetime.