I’m starting to think my wheelchair might be trying to kill me. I feel like the movie Christine by Stephen King except it’s me that is the target. On Saturday once again I got ran over by my wheelchair. I ran myself over with my wheelchair. This time my shirt got caught on the controls again but as it knocked me over it also pinned me up against my balcony door. Since my shirt was caught the wheelchair was still in gear although it had no place to go. Instead it left me with tire marks across my breast. In the whole ordeal my shirt lifted giving the wheels access to my skin. Luckily I wasn’t in any fatigue state and I easily disentangle myself and got up. However I’m left with road rash.
The control and the balcony door. It’s a little funny. You have to laugh. Who does this happen to twice in a week????