Two occupational therapists, a physical therapist, a vocational rehabilitation counsellor, and a supervisor all ganged up on me and pushed me into getting a power wheelchair. I’m extremely uncomfortable with this, and no one seems to understand why. Instead, as I’m attempting to maneuver around the office and restrooms with the joystick control, I get stupid comments like:
“That looks like fun!”
“My feet hurt, can I get a ride?”
“I’m tired, can I borrow that?”
“You’re so lucky, I’m envious of people who get to use those at the grocery store.”
I know, people are just trying to look on the bright side, put a positive spin on things, blah blah blah, but it irritates me. This thing is not a toy. I’m not having fun. It’s a pain in the ass to manuever in tight areas, and I’d much rather be able to walk like a “normal” person.
I wish I could say to my co-workers, “You think it’s fun? Use it next time you have to go to the restroom. Try to push the door open and use the joystick at the same time. Wait outside the handicapped stall while the other two stand empty. Try to manuever the chair into and out of the stall without getting youself wedged into a corner. Try to reach the sink and the soap dispensers. Manuever around co-workers who are trying to get to and from the stalls and sinks. Try to pull the door open and hold it open while using the joystick. Make co-workers wait when you get yourself wedged in the doorway so no one can enter or exit. Are we having fun yet?”
Sorry, I don’t mean to rant, but it’s been a loooonnnnnngggggg week.
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy