I know I'm going to run
this topic into the ground and is always no one is putting a gun to
your head to read this stuff but this particular topic is freaking me
out right now and has nothing to do with Covid 19, social distancing
or lockdown.
You remember you
yesterday's posting about side of my arm falling from my chair and
then me being immobile and no way to contact anyone for the next hour
and a half. Until Steve my upstairs neighbor heard me calling
frantically. So, I'm resolved to carry some form of emergency
responder device in case that happens again. This so hard to watch
your back all the time. In fact it can it wears you out. Yesterday
actually drive my cell phone around with me every minute. I'm getting
used to keeping the cell phone tucked in my belt on my power chair at
all times. Well sort of. Last night, as I was laid back watching
weekend about 5 o'clock all the sudden message flashes on my
controller window saying something about #2. I later looked up which
means it's something to do with overcharging. However, while that
sign was flashed on my controller my chair was immovable nothing
worked I try to turn it off and nothing happened, I tried to use the
mechanism to Laura and raise the back foot rests nothing happened I
tried to put the chairing gear go forward or backwards again nothing.
There was like the controller was dead yet there was a sign that said
check #2. Needless to say I started screaming. I've learned that I
need to yell loud and hard to have someone here me. This time I feel
just a little self-conscious knowing that if I'm going to have any
kind of resolution I've got to be heard. Actually, about five minutes
later I heard seven shy knocking on my door and at the same time the
check number two sign disappears and replaced by my normal driving
image. The door knockers are this kindly Hispanic couple who speak no
English heard by cries and respond to help luckily I assured them
that I was okay. Now I'm getting a feeling of the little boy who
cried Wolf. So I was gun shy now. Controller seem to be operating
like a champ but I didn't dare feel like I should push the issue at
all. This is when I decided that I would start carrying so sorry
notification device in case something happens.
“Check #2” is now
haunting me. Whatever fired off this morning is still nestled deep
inside this controller. I assume it is the controller when I think
about it, I don't know. It's a holiday weekend of course and nobody I
can call is aroundif this happens again except neighbors within
hearing distance and possibly the fire department are an older
brother, or my ex, DD volley who always saves my bacon.Actually, when
I list my options I feel pretty well covered. I still fairly paranoid
as I sat watching Netflix the rest of the evening inadvertently
looking at my controller gauge, making sure when I went to get ready
for bed that I had my cell phone with me. I'm even thinking about
checking out the various personal assistance out there with Amazon or
Google. I hate to go that route but maybe I have to realize this is
where I met anymore and if I'm going to be living independently I
have got to be able to reach out immediately to my supports. Remember
in yesterday's post? My upstairs neighbor almost unloaded on my
housekeeper because she was late and I needed her. I got to thinking
was he basically saying “don't bother me” by my yelling at odd
hours the night or day for that fact. The trade-off I know personal
assistant thing is that you're actually inviting your technology to
listen to you all the time. Many think this is an infringement of
personal privacy but again it's a trade-off for me and who the hell
knows ? Those guys are listening to you all the time anyway and
tracking the hell out of you this way just having a cigarette with
them at the end of the exercise…
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