Sword of Damocles Time Again
I’ve been dreading this for the past month, and today’s the day.
I have to refill my prescriptions again, which means another trip to the doctor’s office. That means four transfers from and to my power chair to the Honda: once to get in to drive to the office, to the manual chair, back to the Honda, then finally back to the power chair when I get home.
It’s like roller skating on the edge of the Grand Canyon, as I’ve said before, no exaggeration about it. My legs are that unsteady and untrustworthy.
It’s unlikely that anything bad will happen, but should I end up on the concrete floor next to my brains, will someone who knows me get over here and refund those donations, please? My mom is a complete Luddite, hates computers, and will jab randomly at keys without effect if she tries to get in my machine. I’m leaving the appropriate P/W in a text file on my desktop…thanks!
This really is like having the Sword of Damocles hanging over me, and I don’t know how many times I can get away with it.