35 years

How time flies and drags at the same time. That first chair 35 years ago was the basic standard 18" wide E&J tank with projection hand-rims that had like a brake handle cover on them. Those things would fall off, wear out, get lost.... That thing was a pain to drag in and out of the back seat behind me. 35 years later I mean a literal, physical pain as I set in a power chair shoulders that are shot. All those that had to be learned over that I had not given a second thought to before. Relearning how to eat with the silverware stuck into a utensil holder was a time consuming and sometimes an extremely messy process. I sure had a lot of time on my hands to spend working on things. Hurrying to get dressed and put a shirt on using a button hook could not be done in a rush or the buttons were not even close to going into the intended button hole. Then there was the time my young nephew kicked the drain off the bottom of my leg bag while climbing up into my lap. It was a very good thing we were outside. There were extremely hard times along the way before it became apparent I need to develop a warped sense of humor. There are so many ways to fall out of a chair. Thank God for seat dump and the way it helps with sitting balance. And I have often wondered if my first chairs had anti tippers on the back how many more brain cells I would have now. There were some ramps that were just too steep for me to handle safely without flipping over backwards. Am I any wiser now? Who knows. My sense of humor is certainly more warped now.

35 years