It never fails it's a broadcast day and a day I want to be sure I get to the office on time, if not a bit early, and the arm, the complete arm of my wheelchair falls off. Dianne has been working especially hard putting together a case and I know stayed up late last night and needed the sleep but I needed her to get up and get my “amputated” chair arm and see what could be done until I could get into work and haven, at least Frank look at it. I vaguely remember the last time this happened I did almost the same thing—drug the stupid part on my lap, on the train into office and Good old Frank put me back together again.
I did make it to the office without falling out of my chair—I am sure I looked pretty stupid holding the arm of my power chair on my lap looking and feeling like an Uzi sub-machine gun. I am surprised I was not rushed when I boarded the train. It took Frank a few moments to recall how we re-assembled the chair the last time but we finally got the chair together after which I scampered across the hall and finished putting myself back together since finishing dressing without the left arm of my chair is challenging. Today of all days is important that I looked at least a little presentable since it is a broadcast day. If I did not have the chair reattached I would look like one of those listing old post polio crips. But we fixed the arm and I did the broadcast and even made my meeting away from the office. I am ready for my weekend!
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