Still Stranded

Well, today I rearranged the icons on my smart phone. Twice. I took a nap and sent out for lunch.

I really, really, really need to get back to work. A little vacation is fine but this is BORING.

We live in such an instant age that it never occurred to me that anything would require more than two or three days to fix. In the past, I've always done loaner wheelchairs or loaner cars. I guess it's pretty difficult to find a loaner elevator.

I expect I would be more upset if I didn't live next door to a fire hall. I've already talked to them about getting me out if there were a real emergency.

We've considered trying to get me down steps in a manual wheelchair but the real problem is getting back up. Plus, I don't even want to think about going up/down the steep fire steps. There have been times in the last 35 years when I have had to be carried up/down steps in my electric wheelchair. Absolutely terrifying. Pretending to be Cleopatra doesn't help much.

Over and above my own fear, I worry about what that kind of stress actually does to the wheelchair or to the backs and legs of the folks schlepping me around. What would I do if  part of the wheelchair just came apart? What would the people underneath me do?

So, I'll just be stuck here for a while longer.