It is a good thing I am super-confident in my masculinity because I imagine there is nothing quite so emasculating as being rescued by your little sister and younger but bigger niece. Twice in the past few weeks.
The first time, Claren's water bowl got wedged under my power chair. One of the wheels did not touch the ground so I was stuck. They got me out of the chair and walked me to the couch. Then they lifted the chair up and took out the bowl.
Tonight, I was trying to take off my shoe and accidentally hit the joystick of the chair, which I had stupidly left on. My leg exerciser was in front of me, and I ran into that and wedged it between the footplate and a wheel. This time, I transferred on my own, but then Mom went next door and got the two Powerful Katrinkas, who made fun of me and then freed the exerciser.
No, sir, I do not at all feel like a big wuss.
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2 comments:
That was a very interesting link about the original Powerful Katrinka...and I loved her art work!
Gram was all about PK.
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