29 March 2011
Today is (another) wonderful day. Today my hallway is embellished with a slick shiny black electric wheelchair. I fancy that I may nickname it 'Old Smokey'.
It's hard to describe (much less explain) the breadth of the smile across my face. Why on earth would I be so happy at the arrival of something that so clearly marks my descent? Well, because it doesn't. Not to me at least. It symbolises another 'tool' in my arsenal of weaponry in the fight to maintain my independence. It is quiet and smooth and re-opens all manner of doors to me.
It has been a long time coming, but it's here.
It's hard to describe (much less explain) the breadth of the smile across my face. Why on earth would I be so happy at the arrival of something that so clearly marks my descent? Well, because it doesn't. Not to me at least. It symbolises another 'tool' in my arsenal of weaponry in the fight to maintain my independence. It is quiet and smooth and re-opens all manner of doors to me.
It has been a long time coming, but it's here.
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