During the crazy of last month's move - I was madly dashing around packing when I whizzed through the hallway and managed to wrap the plug for the battery around the hinge for the closet door while wrapping the O2 tubing around the axle. I pulled the wiring from the joystick and the chair would not move. Trapped in the chair, unable to breathe, exhausted and scared...
Luckily I had my phone in my pocket. I called my friend David Murphy. He arrived along with a friend my son sent over. They extracted me from the chair and I called the chair fixer people. Before it was over I broke down sobbing "I can't do this!" David jumped up and said, "YOU need a cheeseburger from Dick's Drive In!!"
Anyway - the chair has a new joystick and I have a new appreciation for a great friend. And the healing power of cheeseburgers.
