As I was waiting for my bus from the market ,my wheel got jammed and I couldn't move well. Somehow I rammed into my sister's leg. I feel awful. She's adamant that she's OK, but I feel awful. My plan was to catch a ride from the market and meet the Observer at the mall, but I had to cancel and go home. Bummer. The bus driver was very, very helpful. My sister was a star too, but she always helps me out. A sweet attendant named Steve lifted me into my old wheelchair. After calling the wheelchair company,I was very dehydrated so I went to Timothy's and bought an iced coffee. It was DELICIOUS! I needed groceries, so a sweet No Frills employee helped me pick up oranges, cabbage carrots and bread. He asked me what I was making. I told him salad. Nice guy.
I am tired of my NEW wheelchair breaking down. It's frustrating and scary. I missed seeing the Observer this afternoon, and that makes me sad. On the bright side, I saw Skylar, my sister and Mom. We had lunch. I wasn't alone when my wheelchair stopped working properly. The bus driver was very courteous. Steven was able to easily transfer from my old wheelchair to my new one. I had a back-up wheelchair. I was able to go outside for a coffee. There is fresh food in my fridge. My stomach doesn't hurt today.
Life's a bitch, but it's alright too.