Have you ever had that kinda morning? The one that makes you think you should just run back under the covers? That was me this morning! So much happened, I’m not quite sure I will remember it all!
Yesterday, my power wheelchair began randomly shutting off and jerking me forward in the process. I thought it was the connections and put new tape on the this morning to keep them together better. Then I charged the wheelchair. When I removed the charger and turned it back on, I got nada! No power at all. Meaning I didn’t have use of the most useful item in my apartment! I managed to finish my morning routine with my walker. I also made a phone call to the wheelchair company to have them call me as soon as possible!
Next on the list was that my deposit that was supposed to come through to my bank account did not. Another phone call and figured out I added an extra digit to my account number by mistake! Could take up to a week to work out! Great!
The shining spot of the morning was physical therapy where I made it 2 laps (1/2 mile) around the building in my Zeen and felt great! I created a new goal- 1 mile (4 laps) by my birthday (May 19th). This will be a HUGE accomplishment!
Then the hits kept coming… I went to lunch using my walker and transferred to a regular chair. That went ok, but I had to stop several times walking back to my apartment because I was lightheaded and dizzy. Also, the wheelchair repair guy is booked for the remainder of the day and unable to get to my wheelchair until tomorrow afternoon.
Tomorrow I was scheduled to have my fistula looked at through a special procedure in the OR at MUSC in Charleston. I say was because I found out that I got bumped until next week, but I guess that is still better than going there and then getting bumped! Now I’m scheduled for a 6:30am arrival! Ugh!
So, here is where I stand: deposit coming in tomorrow, wheelchair repair tomorrow (hopefully this will not wipe out my deposit), fistula procedure next Thursday, thinking I am going to challenge myself and take my Zeen to dinner.
Days like this is a sign to give yourself some grace. Not wallowing in self-pity, but recognizing that you are holding on with tape (and hopefully a prayer or two). I will proceed gently with myself and laugh through the unplanned moments. This is what we are called to do!
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