Add wheelchair repair to the always-growing list of things friends at work do for me.
I was in the bathroom using my chair arms to push myself backward when the right arm just collapsed. I got it to sit on another part of the chair and drove into my friend's office to ask her to take a photo, so I could get it repaired. She did, then added, I see what's wrong. She fiddled with it for a bit, called someone else to help her, and they fixed it.
Last week, it was pancake-cutting and foot placement (I could not get my feet to stay on my footplate).
Before that, it was keeping me company while I waited for a wheelchair-friendly shuttle (hint: We don't have any).
And so on: picking up dog poop, getting Fame water, picking me up off the bathroom floor.
It is not awesome that I need all this help. It's decidedly unawesome, actually. And it is so hard to ask for help. With the pancake-cutting and foot placement, I honestly didn't. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. My friend asked me! And then when I thanked her and told her how hard it is, she said I can ask her for help with anything!
I am trying my hardest not to say I am lucky, but I am not sure what else to say.
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