Snow Fall

Snow had fallen during the night—quite a lot but not disabling—but made for a tough morning. I don’t know why yesterday’s snow was so challenging g but I felt the tugs and pushes on my chair as I headed out the door and up to the bus stop. I believe he streets had been plowed at some time during the morning  but there was enough snow left that my tread on my wheelchair wheels quickly became  clogged and became essentially worthless. I sensed I was taxing my power chair but became extra worried when all of the sudden my chair complete shut off  in the middle of the street. I had never had the chair completely shut off being for.  

The street was quiet and dark as I sat completely immobile, I noted for the first time that I did have my cell with me. I left the phone on the table as I hustled getting ready for work.  I would not be able to call DD or anyone else for that matter. I was in trouble. I the darkness of  the morning I heard someone up shoveling their walk and was about to call for assistance and I heard a faint “click” and I tried turning on my chair again sure enough I had power and forward motion.

I missed my bus for want of coffee, I was that late,  I was just getting my coffee when the bus pulled in. I just let the bus go, I caught the next which was OK, I knew it was going to be a long morning any way-don’t sweat the little thing. I was shocked when I did get to the train station at the condition of the platforms. The last night’s snow was still all over and being stomped down into slick annoying ice

There was a sense of trauma in the air as report came in about an accident at 21^st station, someone had been run over and pinned under the train. All inbound trains were being down loaded at 21^st and supposedly being bus bridged to Ball Park station. It was chaos at the 33rd station. I had noticed at my station that the snow was deep and slippery the platforms had not been maintainenced at all, from the bus to the  platform.  I could barely move between the snow and the people, a huge line snaked to two  buses supposedly fairing people but this was a joke. The snow made me immobile and I was relying on people, able bodied folk to push me of out snow and ice holes, in fact I was adopted by two guys from London who did a lot of pushing—I waited for the “bus bridge” for almost an hour. As I was nearing the bus suddenly we received word that what ever issue had messed   up the trains had been resolved and the trains were back on line. I jumped the red line which I think was a mistake—my train was packed like a kipper snack.

I had nearly drained my batteries and I was worried I was not going to be able to make it to my office. There was also the issue of snow piles everywhere and I was petrified I was going to get stuck, but I made it all the way in, I could not even do a slight cline without my whole system crashing down. But I made it just 90 minutes later then I usually came onto work. The phones were already on and calls were flooding in and I was late.