by Sophie - 17 June 2009
Well it’s winter in New Zealand, it’s been raining an awful lot and my bedroom has no heating. My brain tells me I’d be warmer in bed trying to go to sleep but I still find myself at my desk, clenching my teeth to the point of pain and trying to type despite frozen shaking fingers. I’m bored. Dreams and daydreams are getting me nowhere. Even dreams of just my parents going with me on a wheeling trip out of town to see how happy it makes me isn’t doing me any good. Life is plodding on as usual…
Freezing My Fingers Off continues »
by Chloe - 16 June 2009
A friend of my partner came to visit us for a couple of hours today (Sunday). Neither my partner nor myself could remember when he last visited, and therefore whether he had or had not seen me in a wheelchair before. It had been quite a while. He lives hundreds of miles away. His first words to me gave it away.
Interrogation continues »
by Sean - 15 June 2009
I was recently in a position that made me unable to push my own wheelchair. As a result, someone had to push me, and I hated it. I felt… "stuck", may be the word, though I’m not sure there is a right word for it.
Some Sort of Independence continues »
by Peter - 14 June 2009
I know a lot of you have heard all this stuff before, but it was my first wheeling event on terrain other than a smooth, flat mall floor.
Wheeling Adventure continues »
by Chloe - 13 June 2009
As I write this I am the subject of a practical joke. The new room numbers and nameplates are finally going back up after completion of the construction of the new ECT (Electroconvulsive Therapy) wing, where I work.
Igor continues »