I’m at Edgeley reservoir. I can see lots of people on their daily walks and exercise. I can hear the birds singing in the sky. I can see a little black coot swimming along with the pond.￼￼￼￼
Anyway I’ve been thinking today about wheelchairs. I think the reason for that is that I saw an advert on the BBC. It was for a charity called Whizz Kids and it occurs to me that there are so many people in the world with some many different mobility conditions that I think to continue to struggle on, on my feet￼￼￼￼￼￼ is a waste of time really￼.
I think I would be much better served spending a bit of money on a decent wheelchair that I like. I would then settle the minds of my kids, my parents and my friends. Also I wouldn’t fear the falling or embarrassing myself￼￼￼￼ but I could be proud and pleased!
It occurs to me that￼￼ I can redefine myself as a wheelchair user. Get used to the idea now that my head is fully engaged with the fact that I’m a disabled man. I don’t think it means that I will neglect my physical fitness though. I can still go to my yoga class. I can still go to the gym, I can still go to the pool in normal times (obviously these aren’t normal times!) it will probably give me a new lease of life, a new freedom.
Someone once said to me that once you’re in a wheelchair that you won’t get out of one again￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼ so I should delay it for￼ as long as possible￼. I think that was actually bad advice. I think people can and do get out of wheelchairs for exercise, to stretch the legs. I think just because you’re in a wheelchair it doesn’t mean that you can never get out of one.
I’ve seen a wheelchair that I like on eBay￼￼￼￼￼. It looks cool. It looks a bit like a mountain bike with decent looking components, gold in colour. With being an extrovert, I don’t think I would like a bog standard chair that old people use. I think I would want to stand out from the crowd a bit!