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.

2 comments:

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...
xxoo
JTG

Matt said...

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

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