Last night as I was leaving work—I was a little rushed as the fellow I work with Frank, who typically leaves an half four before I do was encouraging me to leave early so I might beat what looked like a mighty terse storm. I engaged my chair and reversed away from my work area and as I did I perceived what sounded like a little 'zip' followed by clank,pop and grinding noises. I could not figure out what was wrong and and Frank and I puzzled over noises for a bit but I did not seem to be experiencing any negative affects to my chair experience except acoustically. So I headed off into the night and got home with out incident.
This morning's ride into work was also with out incident except a lot of noise so much more Frank was concerned as I clanked into the office. I did call my main wheelchair tech who advised me to get in as soon as I could but did not sound concerned—Josh just told me to come in for the “ten minute quickie”. But by mid-morning Frank had me convinced I needed yo get down to shop as soon as I could before the whole chair just shivered and fell apart. By11:30 am I was gone on an early lunch busing down to Magic Rest. I had a bit of a concern regarding the charge of my battery—I should have plugged in and charged as soon as I got to work but did not. So I was keeping an eye on my charge indicator thinking I would plug in once I got to magic rest.
I was able to get to MR sand Josh readily indicated that it was a bearing in my caster but I needed all four wheels replaced= $200.00. It\ the cost of life never stops and Of course the change out could not have been done today—the casters will have to be shipped in meaning I am sure I will have the sound of death for at last the next two weeks. We at least ordered the parts in and now the wait begins. We checked as long as I was there and Of course insurance is not going to touch the cost at all—so I am on my own.
Th first of the week I had Dianne remove the construction vest—you all remember last year when the construction guy took off his reflective vest and draped the vest over the back of my chair as a protective device since I was on the road so much in the dark. I really did not like the vest but Dianne thought the juster sweet and another level of safety never hurts. But the vest was literally a rag by the end of the summer. Dianne was even more concerned with nothing back there now so she pulled out her trust roll of reflective tape and had her craft eyes for the back of my head rest. I'll try to post an image shortly.
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