Crabby Cath

stormy weather
“STORM, 30×30,m/m


Not to dampen your ambulatory day boys n’ girls

But my main fucking wheelchair has given up the ghost..

Now- this could have been a calamity of the highest order but somehow I had the prescience to buy a used power chair in recent months in order to navigate my apartment.

The turning radius on my big outdoor chair is W-I-D-E and all cabinetry and door jambs sport scratches and gouges from me trying to negotiate turns.

Now- I know you think you likely won’t need all this information I share here about living a life you hadn’t planned for….


Who the hell knows what’s in store?

Anyway- My attempt to purchase a used chair spoke poorly of my business acumen.

I needed a smaller turning radius, affordable and local enough to be able to wrangle a friend to go pick it up.

I found what I needed and it really was a crap shoot as I couldn’t just go over there to try it out but got dimensions emailed and paid the man.

This measly ride is child-size, older than the hills and unsafe for me to be honest.

It was just too much for me to negotiate returning it and I needed the good qualities it does have and with nothing any closer to what I need, I kept it.

SO! As my main chair bites the dust till the repair people decide to come pick it up ( this took 12 calls to repair places in NM to find ONE Medicare approved) and take it away for god knows how long

I am blessed w/ my mini-me chair.

If I did not have this I’d be spending my life in bed I guess as I’ve checked wheelchair rental places but no-go.

Once all of us baby boomers hit the too-many-physical- breakdowns-to-count days

We’ll be able to rent wheelchairs at the grocery store just like those steam carpet cleaners. But not just yet.

My access to the outdoors in this paltry chair is heavily curtailed as it scares me to go far from home.

Emma is so worried because I am extremely stressed which is killer for MS. She waits out of reach around corners just watching me; visiting cautiously at times.

I’ve squeaked out a few sing-songs to calm us both but they fell far from the authenticity mark.

These freedoms I count on so heavily for my sanity are being stripped away

And whats left is, today, unfit for primetime viewing.

What a weird life to be wailing: “I WANT MY REGULAR POWER-CHAIR BACK NOW!”

Cherish your freedoms my pretties….bow down and give thanks for every big and little thing your miraculous body does for you asking not much in return.


6 Responses to “Crabby Cath”

  1. Adele on July 10th, 2016

    I’m so sorry you have that to deal with on top of the heat
    Let us know how we can help xxxxxxx

  2. Carrie on July 10th, 2016

    So frustrating!!!! And in the heat too!!!
    Yes PLEASE let us know how we can help.
    You help our minds and spirits with every one of
    blogs, wise words, art and your amazing generous
    soul. We are grateful. Thank you Cathy

  3. Jim Peele on July 11th, 2016

    Tool Girl, Hopefully you’ll soon have your outdoor chair back, all tuned up. Maybe you could ask for a new paint job while it’s in the shop, perhaps even with some added pinstriping?

  4. CaroleZoom on July 11th, 2016

    Glad you were as prepared as you can be for these eventualities

  5. Jenny on July 11th, 2016

    Maybe a lime very weak lots of shaved ice margarhita-can’t spell-and salty rim for Ema to have lick too?

  6. Barry on July 15th, 2016

    When selling a new chair, “they” seem to have all the energy in the world. But handling problems?…. not so good. So you need to gather all your assets (feminine charms or feminine frailty, determined attitude, pushy bitch, intellectual you, etc.) and feel into the situation/people your dealing with to design yourself to GET WHAT YOU NEED ASAP. Take charge dear …. make it happen!

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