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I wanted to do some writing--especially to my congress critters but also to the media--so I was concerned about "how" to describe a person who uses their chair (if indeed they can even afford one!) exclusively for the freedom to get around and live more fully, as opposed to someone who uses a cane, walker, or scooter but can still walk to some degree.
I was intrigued by your statement about "my scooter". I never thought of it that way, but I think your point is a really good one: "What if you can't ever use one? Would you never have days that you simply could not shop?" The answer is YES. I am mostly housebound because of pain. I've actually taken to ordering groceries (sometimes) over the internet. I can't get my scooter onto the city bus and it's not street worthy enough to take me as far as a grocery store so I depend on hubby in HIS Elec.chair (which he's souped up to go faster than a speeding bullet lol) to make smaller errand runs to the store for me.
If I take enough pain killers--WOOHOO--I can get out on my cane and do a wee bit of shopping; but I have to do it quickly before the meds wear off. It's NOT the joy it once was (as a female shopaholic). My pain causes me depression also which can also cause me to forego any treks outside the house...not fun.
I purchased my scooter myself. The reason for this is because, as you stated, MEDICARE/MEDICAID would not do it! They said they'd prefer me to use a four wheeled electric chair as opposed to a scooter AND that I could NOT order an electric wheelchair through them unless I used it INSIDE THE HOME! Wellllllll, as I posted in another thread, we live in a totally INACCESSIBLE unit...not fit for any humans at best, certainly not suited for persons with mobility issues.
I was able to purchase my scooter because of back disability pay owed from my first denial for SSDI. The problem now is: I can't lift the damn thing into the back of my van! If someone is with me, I can help them get it out and set it up. If I'm alone, I don't bother. I try to use the store scooters (though there are NEVER enough available, have you noticed that in your area?) Otherwise, it's pain killers, a shopping cart, me bent over the damn thing sweating like a pig for pain...and home again. (Grandson and I stole an abandoned shopping cart to use for when I have to GET MY GROCERIES OUT OF THE CAR & INTO THE HOUSE) Who knew it was all going to come to this. ..............................................................
Finally, I wanted to share something that bothers me...see what you think: My condition isn't life threatening. It is an old age disease that comes to many. It is Osteo Arthritis. I have it in BOTH hips, my spine, my tailbone is inflammed also. I have a disc problem in my upper back too. I have heel spurs/plantar fascitis in my feet, and swelling in my ankles. There are other condition I won't mention..they have nothing to do with pain.
In anycase, I feel guilty describing myself as disabled many times because of my own husband's condition, and because of the many friends we have who have much more severe diagnoses--most of which ARE life threatening. I mean there I stand at the bedside of a friend whose life is failing for MS or MD or some other serious condition and I feel like I just CANNOT complain about my aches and pains.
The flip side of that story is that these friends are so loving and inclusive as to ask: did she get her scooter yet? Is she coming with us to the boardwalk to listen to the music on friday? Will she join us on one of our excursions to a baseball game or play, is there anything WE can do for HER?..etc. etc.. I am truly humbled by their care for "Pop's" wife. (they call hubby Pop)
Michael was one of the three of hubby's BEST friends. What a guy. He was constantly encouraging ME to live life fully. He was taking a writing class most recently. He was writing a book. He had aggressive MS w/complications from throat cancer. He was approx. 62 yrs old. Had thee most beautiful baritone voice; coulda been a talk show host or whatever. Led an interesting life...including the life after his initial diagnosis. He went ANYWHERE he could afford to go with the use of his wheelchair. They made their lifelong dream of a cruise to Alaska two years ago. He wanted to take hubby on the underground tube (BART) to San Francisco. They went on a train instead to see "Beach Blanket Bingo" in the "city". I have wonderful photos of those two monkeys doing their thing, no matter what.
Michael died on Valentines day.
His wife called to say that Michael wanted my husband to know that he/"Pop" was the BEST friend Michael had ever had and thanked him for his friendship. Our hearts are broken, we will miss him immeasurably. We say our final farewells to him on Sunday............................
SB
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