My new manual wheelchair was finally delivered to our home this past Monday. Considering that we ordered it back in June, I had almost forgotten all about it.
Well, actually, that’s not entirely truthful. They have been calling us for the last three or four weeks wanting to make the drop-off but we’ve kinda sorta been avoiding answering them. You see, delivery of the new manual chair meant the taking away of my old power chair. I have been sitting in it for over a year now and I’ve gotten quite accustomed to everything about that chair. I didn’t really want to let go.
So when wheelchair guy Ryan arrived several mornings ago to make the switcheroo, I tried my best to give him the hard sell as to why I should maintain possession of my beloved old friend but he was having none of it. He tweaked it and torqued it and customized it to my laser-pointed specifications. And in the end, he left me with the brand new manual chair and an attitude of I-guess-I-could-learn-to-like-it.
We took the chair out and about yesterday to my physical therapy appointment. My PT, Robin Tobias, couldn’t say enough good things about it. Words and phrases such as ergonomic and excellent engineering were bandied about during the entire hour of our stretching session.
Suddenly, the chair didn’t feel quite as uncomfortable as it did less than an hour before. If she likes it so much, the least I can do is give it a decent shot to do its job before I condemn it for not being what I am used to.
When Robin speaks, people listen.
The Adventures of ALS Boy 
Wow…my 15 seconds of fame! I promise to get those arm rests more comfortable. Hope your butt is happy in this one!