I slipped yesterday getting back into my chair from the toilet. I wasn't too worried. I had my pants pulled up, so even if no one came in, I knew I'd be OK.
But as I tried to stand my feet slid out in front of me, under the stall wall and into the other stall. Then the bathroom door opened. The stall next door, where my feet were, opened, so I started thinking how I'd unlock my stall door to let in my savior.
Then the person left -- didn't use the bathroom, didn't mention the legs -- he just left.
I almost cried.
But no time for tears.
I used a footrest on my chair to reach the door lock and unlatched it. Then I began repositioning myself so my feet would hit a wall and not be able to slip. This involved scooting the bathroom on the floor.
On the second try, I did get back in my chair.
What happens in the stall stays in the stall, Part I
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I am convinced that anyone who uses a wheelchair can write an epic novel about bathroom experiences.
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Do you think it was the same dude from Part I? I'm thinking a slap upside might be in order.
you are the champion!
It was a different person. I know by the footwear.
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