I can be a touch impulsive at times. Mostly times involving my independence. Today (insert flashback music here)…
Setting: Family home, me in my power wheelchair, which has been flashing an ‘error, bad cable’ message for a few days. Feeling slightly better after my sick days, with a genius idea for supper. Husband won’t be home for a while and kids about to get out of school soon. Need a few groceries.
Act 1: Guess hubby won’t be back in time to pick up the stuff. Yeah, I know there’s that error message, but the stores only a few blocks away, I can make it.
Act 2: Screw getting dressed or putting makeup on. It will just take a sec and these pjs look like regular clothes./em>
Act 3: Ok, so it’s cold and rainy. Wear a jacket.
Act 4: Riding along, being careful. Turn onto a busier street with no sidewalk. About 20 feet down..,
Act 5: Wheelchair dies.
Act 6: Helpful strangers, city workers, neighbors, police officers, fire department, dropped and rescued glove (most romance I’ve seen in years 😉 ) etc.
Act 7: I’m home, one still flashing error on wheelchair, slightly less amazing dinner being prepared…