I was laying in bed this morning thinking about how I should really get up and go to the supermarket. In a minute. Really. Oh, ok, five more minutes and I’d get up. Probably.
And then my landline rang.
Pretty much the only people who call my landline are my parents. But the wheelchair supplier had called me on it on Tuesday. For one miniscule moment I considered letting it go on the grounds that it was mostly likely a cold caller and if was the wheelchair people they’d probably call my mobile next and that was next to me. But what if?
I swear I’ve never moved from my bed to my chair so quickly (or so badly). And it was about my wheelchair and they wanted to come out today.
One of the other things I had planned to do today was call and book Harry Potter and the Cursed Child tickets once the next lot went on sale (bookings for wheelchair spaces have to be made on a dedicated access booking line).
So with the prospect of my new wheelchair and Harry Potter tickets I was pretty excited and getting sorted out for the day and what have you singing “I gotta feeling, tonight’s gonna be a good night…”
And I’ve not managed to book Harry Potter tickets but I have had a really good day. The chair is shiny and wonderful and I think I’ll be very pleased with it long term.
For some reason I was thinking about the day I first got my old powerchair. That day I was getting ready for them to come and singing “it’s the most wonderful time of the year.” I was in the middle of a daily writing challenge then and that day I ended up writing a filk/parody version of that song about getting my (then) new wheelchair.
This month I’ve sort of unofficially challenged myself to blog everyday. I’ve not been blogging very often at all lately and I’ve missed it. I wasn’t sure what to write today. I don’t want to write in detail about my new chair until I’ve had it slightly longer.
Then it hit me.
I should write a parody song in hour of getting this new chair. I could start some sort of new wheelchair tradition and it would be epic. And the obvious choice was the Blackeyed Peas I Gotta Feeling.
This was a fantastic idea for all of five minutes until I read the original lyrics and realised it would be really tricky to do so. And decided against it.
Even if the following line wouldn’t need changing as it sums up exactly what everyone who knows me knows I’m bound to do at least once with the new chair
“Go out and smash it (smash it)
Like oh my god (like oh my god)”
I had to laugh.
And then desperately cross my fingers that by some miracle I manage not to ever do that.