I don't think I can ever fully express in words the gratitude I feel for the privilege of having my mobility aids. My house is not entirely wheelchair accessible; it has steps at the front and back entrance, a step down into the living room, and lots of tight doorways. It can take me about 15 seconds of inching my way into a room versus bipeds just walking through a doorway in a split second. But when I gotta do it, I gotta do it. Being home with my family in self quarantine has been tough in the sense of added chores and added need to be on my feet, and I push my limits even though I'm in pain from the moment I stand up. In the house I will push my physical limits; move from chair to chair, sit on people's beds, sit on the couch, sit on a stool, avoid walking whenever I can because it is SO painful. But then days like today, I was trying, I had a load of laundry I had to carry to my bedroom and I tried to stand up with that weight in my arms and my knee just gave out. Down I went. No choice now. I got in my powerchair and put the laundry on my lap and took it to my room. As I easily glided down the hallway I emotional with gratitude, I just thought, "Thank you, thank you, thank you" to this chair that carried me from point A to point B without pain or strain, carried, protected, safe, empowered. What a feeling. 🙏 #DisabilityPrideMonth It was so scary when my wheelchair broke in February and @whill_us @scootaround have been so great to let me hang out with this #WhillModelCI for a few months. Grateful for them as well! If you're curious about this chair I can share this link with you #NotSpon but a referral link! https://bit.ly/AnnieWHILL [Image Description: in Annie's bedroom, she wears a muscle tee with text that reads, "I woke up like this" and denim shorts with socks, sitting in a Whill model CI with gold side plates] https://www.instagram.com/p/CCehboyjC95/?igshid=1bh4hj5sr28g3
