My eyes are crapping out. I have a hole in the retina of one eye and neither can focus on anything near or far. I haven’t been able to read paper without great pain, and sometimes not at all, for over a year. Last time I saw an eye doctor she sent me to a specialist who ignored me, hurt me, and told me nothing was wrong and to ignore my degeneration.
The computer is a bastion of information for me. I have not seen the TV in a long time. When I really like a show I will risk the headache from eyestrain. Usually, it isn’t worth it. Even the computer is starting to fail me. Thanks to William Shakespurr, who turned out to be a Special Needs Kitty, I discovered a new command on my keyboard. I am sure everyone else knew about this but, hitting control and moving the mouse scroll button (that wheely thing in the middle) changes the text size in Firefox. Sweet heaven! I can actually SEE what I want to see. Not only does this magnify the text, without the annoying magnifier that Windows has Built In, but it magnifies the images too. Often without over pixelization, unlike the Magnifier.
If only I could do this to my TV. I am wanting to save for a huuuuge HD screen but, that is unreasonable at this time. My Person and I discussed it, yet with the economy he is having trouble finding a second job. My income does ascertain the rent but it is still $20 short. Without his work we do not eat. Without his work we do not have shelter. I hate SSI. They tell me I should be able to live just fine on it, but I do not.
My computer has helped me discover things such as, I should have a regular old wheelchair. Electric in my case is regular and old fashioned. I do not like the way scooters work. They are not really the proper adaptation for me. I may have to wait five years to get a proper wheelchair. The scooter turned out to be a good stepping stone.
I only discovered the notion of wheels on my butt when my friend came to town and brought his recently deceased mother’s manual chair and insisted we use it so that I could keep up. I actually did things four days in a row! Sure, I could not push myself, I tried and dislocated both shoulders. I had to be pushed and hated that, but I loved being conscious of my surroundings.
I even had enough mind power to rebudget my cash so I could buy a sword cane. That wasn’t quite enough to win me over. What happened next was a camping event with the SCA. There was no way up the hill to the camp where my friends were, I had to choose between volunteering at the event and actually seeing people I missed. I had to keep my word, and therefore I was stuck working. It was exhausting and I kept wishing for a way up the hill.
Another visit from a friend and we rented a wheelchair, also manual. I never considered the option of a scooter. This one was less comfortable, broke when too much pressure was put on the handles, because of a lack of a curbcut, but, I ran into that energy thing again.
My doctor looked surprised when I broached the topic. It took me almost another year before I had the guts, but I was dragging and my best memories in recent years consisted of rolling. I no longer shopped in stores that did not offer me an electric scooter, and I was missing out. I never did anything. Part of the challenges that would follow retained that sort of reality for me for a long time but I got my scooter. I was allowed to choose my model, and after a month of research on the computer I chose my Legend XL.
Now I miss it, and the computer helped me discover I am not the only one who has had a defective tool. I am working on finding the courage to ask for legislation mandating a quality level in assistive devices. Most are ugly, and most break fast. They are also over priced. Government regulation could make it where insurance isn’t needed for a simple bath chair. They denied me mine, a friend bought it so I could bathe.
I am free of misery now that my quality of life has increased, yet I am finding the loaner scooter painful. It hurts my body often, and has helped me seet he flaws in my legend. It will always be wanted, and if we can repair it the Legend will become a camping Scooter once I get my regular chair but I cannot handle the jerking of the tiller. Often it is torn out of my hands, or my back hurts from leaning forward to reach the supposedly adjustable tiller. It isn’t without great force applied. I do not have great force. The loaner does the jerking thing too, nearly breaking my thumb once. It also doesn’t handle little things like pebbles or cracks in the sidewalk well at all. The seat is the one off of my own scooter, required medically to be transferred. The little loaner scooter also fails to start on cold mornings. I miss my early morning events. I miss doing things because Loaner doesn’t hold a good charge. It almost died during a Toastmasters meeting between the lectern and my spot. Five whole feet.