I’ve had my new powerchair for two months now.
I don’t want to write very much as I’m stressed and I’m tired and I don’t want to write a moany post about everything that’s going on. It’s not been a good week or so in many ways as it’s been stupidly busy and there were some unexpected problems both minor and not quite so minor (although it’s not all been bad as amongst all the stress I managed two trips to Oxford to see friends and an evening out at a Jo Caulfield show).
What I did want to make a note of somewhere and my blog is as good a place as any is the fact that as of this evening I’ve done 184 miles in the new powerchair. And a hell of a lot more miles in it if it counted ones done on the train – when I was talking to a couple of my CAB colleagues about it several weeks ago one of them was so shocked by how many miles I’d done that she actually asked if it counted those miles or not.
I did 95 miles in the first month and 89 in the second. I was really hoping as I was pottering around this evening that it would tick over and be 90 miles for this month but I’m pleased by what I’ve done and achieved this month.
It includes two trips to Reading, two to Oxford and one to London. I got on the tube when I was in London with no problems too which is great.
Month two also included me calling the wheelchair tech in a panic because my footplate had broken and then calling back an hour later after Mum had managed to fix it.
And unfortunately it also included another “oh shit” moment with the chair. So I’ve had it two months and I’ve had two of those moments. I’m desperately hoping I don’t end month three at a three for three stage. That was the day I went to London – at the end of the day when I’d done all the tube and all the stuff I’d been unsure of managed to drive my bloody chair off the side of a ramp coming off the final train of the day. I don’t know 1) How I didn’t fall out of my chair – I ended up balanced partially on and partially off the ramp as luckily I managed to stop with just one wheel off and 2) How they managed to get me back on the ramp – it too a combo of the guy helping me, the train driver and me trying to drive my chair that did it I think. The next twice I travelled I was met by two people off the train but when I asked if this was a new thing they’d be doing with me due to my near miss they didn’t even know about it.