We are in a car that I can get into easily but it’s much more difficult to get out of. The foot wells are deep and it’s hard to get my feet up to the ‘sill’ and then over it. The first time we tried I could only get one foot up and out, Joe had to give my other foot a bit, not much, of help. I realized we are in for a long trip if I need to have help every time. I also knew I’d start choosing to sit in the car rather than be required to have this kind of assistance, from Joe with others watching, because, trust me, others watch.
So on our first night in a hotel in Seattle, I lay in bed thinking about the car, the well, the sill and my legs. I thought through some of the exercises I’ve been doing with my legs. I know what they can and can’t do. By the time I went to sleep, I thought I had it figured out.
The next morning we had breakfast with Joe’s nephew and his wife and then we went out. I didn’t tell Joe that I’d done a mechanical analysis of my legs, the well and the sill. I didn’t want to say I’d got it figured out only to fail in the attempt. I waited until we were where we wanted to go, until Joe was getting the chair out, and I swung the door open and, quite easily, got my lets out, got me out and there I was standing. I’ve not needed help again thus far on the trip.
That’s disability though isn’t it.
Figuring it out.
|I watched an old fella with a walker attempt to get out of a food court seat. He seemed trapped for several minutes. A couple people went to assist him and, this guy had an aura that sent them scurrying away, he attempted one or two things. Then sat, and thought, and then got up. He just had to get the mechanics right.
\”My dog Hamish has blue eyes.”