Let's be honest: I am always an accident waiting to happen. But it got worse when I went to the wheelchair place for some adjustments.
They were awesome. The joystick is lower and now goes under the sink. The suspension is better. My feet sit properly on the footrests.
It's the foot thing that just might kill me.
I have something called ankle huggers now. They are just what they sound like -- straps that attach my ankles to the chair. In other words, I have to unhook them before getting out of my hair.
This should be good.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
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4 comments:
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JTG
I don't cry.
footrests are always a drama. I have banged mine in the van, on curb cuts or anywhere else you can imagine. So happy that you are able to adjust the joystick.
sdt
Hi! I like this piece of writing. Thanks!
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