A couple weeks ago, I was really discouraged cause I thought it was time for a wheelchair. I had even called the Scooter Store, who advertises if they can't get Medicare to pay, then they will pay it. It only plays 74 times a day.
I filled out their application online about 3am in the morning, and they called at 8:30 that morning! Talk about customer service, sheesh. So, after talking to them for an hour, it's determined that I qualify for a motorized wheelchair and all they need is a doctor signing off on it. I told them I can't get into a doctor until the middle of August, so they called the doctor to see if they could get me in sooner, and to tell them I would need a mobility assessment - would they be able to schedule the time for a first-time visit, blah blah blah.
No they could not, but that was fine with me, cause I didn't really like Scooter Store's ... pushing. Oh, aren't I hilarious... pushing... wheelchair...? If I didn't mind waiting till the doctor's appointment, then why did we have to call the doctor. Possibly, I'm being unreasonable.
BUT!!!
On the 1st of July, I bought these... an expensive (for me) purchase:
I haven't fallen when wearing these "shoes".
It's really difficult to put them on tho. Trying to get my toes into the right place... numb toes with numb hands? Hilarious to watch, I imagine.
My second line of attack against a wheelchair is this:
So the plan is to get it to San Francisco. Any ideas?
P.S. Oh, yea. I'm in Idaho Falls, house/sitting for Cindy.
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I want a TRIKE! I think I spelled it wrong, but you get the picture.
I am loving it, Nicole!
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