Tuesday, March 11, 2008

My life has not become perfect

I try not to set my expectations very high so I don't get disappointed. It rarely works.

I think my subconscious develops these super-optimistic hopes, and either it hides them from my conscious self or my brain feigns ignorance of them so I can say my expectations are low but still have sky-high hopes.

I got a new wheelchair. Unsurprisingly, it is not perfect and has not solved all my problems.

On the whole, I think it is a positive. It looks better, goes faster, is quieter and comfortable. But it keeps me from wheeling under my sink, desk, keyboard tray and table. I asked the wheelchair vendor about it and he said he would get back to me with some ideas after 1. I guess 9 p.m. is after 1 p.m. I am not at all disappointed. Even if he has no good solutions, which would be hard to believe, a guy at work offered to make it work. He is a builder (planes, cars) in his spare time, and he said he could easily develop something to let the controller swing away so I could roll under things.

The new chair is also rougher going over cracks in the sidewalk. I feel every pebble. It is probably safer, though; I have not yet felt like it might tip over. It also has an odometer, a battery gauge, 5 gears and a speedometer, so yeah, it is cool.

I can't stop feeling mad that I did not foresee the issues with rolling under things. And I am disappointed with the chair. I am totally emphasizing the negatives, I know.

Perhaps it is the change in seasons that has me feeling rotten or the change to daylight saving time.

I guess I just have to lower my expectations. For instance, Buffy the Vampire Slayer is not going to come over to see my sweet chair. Rogue slayer Faith might, though.


Anonymous said...

Um, you do know what "lowering your expectations" means, right? Dear Rogue Slayer, my name is Bobby Brady and I am very very sick...

Matt said...

Faith is totally a step down. I also would not mind Anya, the vengeance demon.

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