Who’s this person sitting on me? We
haven’t yet been properly introduced. I think her name is Meghan, but one can
never be to sure about these things. The people at Quickie didn’t program me to
remember names. I should only be viewed as mode of transportation. My only
mission in my short ten-year life span is to get her from place to place. I was
designed with her exact measurements in mind. Yet she seems afraid to embrace me.
She seems afraid to embrace the future. I hear her complain to her mom that I
am not as comfortable as her old power chair. This Meghan person has
affectionately named her old chair Big Blue. I'm not sure I want Meghan to give
me a name. Should wheel chairs even have names?
Besides,
she keeps calling me her " going out " chair, and yet she refuses to
take me anywhere. Her mom keeps saying that my speeds are too much to handle
around the house. Maybe that's part of what's holding Meghan back. She's too afraid
to deal with the unfamiliar. She was too afraid to deal with me. She is sitting
in me right now, typing away on her laptop, and as she types I can feel her
feet anxiously pushing down on the already perfectly placed feet rest, she will
have me all out of whack before you know it.
I tried to have a conversation with the
Big Blue yesterday, but it did not go away well. She seems as resistant to
change as Meghan is. Big Blue and informed me that she was irreplaceable. Also,
that before I arrived she feared being put out to greener pastures. I did not
say anything at the time, but the more I am around them, the more I see that it
is a good idea. There is only room for one power chair in her life. If she
continues to keep Big Blue around, then there is no point in me even being
here. I should have at least been sent somewhere where I needed. The fact that
she is a member the fact that she is even sitting in me now is something of a
miracle.
However,
I can just read about predict the conversation that is going to go on between
her and her mother when she gets transferred out of me tonight. Meghan will
complain that she is sore and achy all over from sitting in me, and then I will
spend the next two days not being used. Collecting dust in her little sister's room.
I don't mean to sound so negative, but I don't know how else to put things. I
want to be used but Meghan won't let that happen. She won't let the transfer of
power between me and Big Blue takes place. I can't believe I'm competing with
someone named Big Blue. I bet she was born at a monster truck rally. What now?
:-)
ReplyDeleteGreat read.