Well, snow has come. I live in an area where snow is a fact of life for a large part of the year. And I love the beauty of it. I love how it coats the bare branches of the trees, and seems to erase the tops of the branches when the sky is a sullen gray. I love the clean look that snow gives the first day after a snow storm. I love snow, so long as I can stay safely tucked inside.
You see, snow is bad for my knee. It's bad for crutches, and worse is the thin layer of ice we seem to get under the snow. It's bad for my wheelchair. I actually got a little snow in my axle the other day, and I couldn't get the wheel back on until I had thawed it out. Of course, that means thawing it with my already cold hands, which I must then find ways to use to grip and propel the wheels.
I hate that my disability has robbed me of looking out at a snowy scene and seeing only the joy. This is one area, where no amount of accommodations can make me not disabled.
But i do have the chance to borrow a dog and turn her into a sled dog in the next few days. So hope springs eternal.
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2 comments:
I find it hard to push my son's wheelchair in the snow; there's a lot of resistance.
I also find it really scary to push it in the ice. I'm scared I'm going to go flat on my face and he's going to be tipped backwards.
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