Hate-hate affair

I thought I wrote this before, but could not exactly find it, so I will present this as new.

I hate my wheelchair, no surprise there. But as much as I hate it, and I do, I really hate not having it.

On Monday, it started making a god-awful squeaking noise, so after work Tuesday, we took it in for a tuneup. Of course, it had stopped squeaking by then.

But I was without it till today and forced to use my manual chair.

Wow, even if I didn't have to get up in the middle of the night, the first time in months, it would have been a long two days.

I hate my chair, but it is the devil I know.