Live and direct from parentalplaces

[robotech_master]

Well, here I am. As my daily twitter post will show when it hits about midnight, the parents picked me up mid-afternoon and we headed on back down to the old farm. It was a really weird experience coming up around the bend and seeing no house where there "should" be one, and a new house where none previously existed. They sure build 'em fast.

Getting the wheelchair (with me in it) over the unstable, muddy, rocky dirt to where the wheelchair ramps waited to get me up onto the porch and into the house was…fun. I wish someone had been running a movie camera.

Once inside, the parentalplace is a very nice house. It's all polished hardwood flooring, no native carpet, but placed over the flooring are about a zillion hand-woven Oriental rugs. The effect is striking, and very exotic and colorful.

We carried in all the bags of hospital stuff and I sorted out what I needed, placing all the DVDs I'd brought together near the TV, and getting a six-plug set up for the various wall-warts I'd brought home with me. But when I wanted to get onto the wireless network with my iPod, I discovered that it did not work. The old Belkin router that I'd brought home as a whenever-I'm-in-the-area fallback because it was too flaky for regular use at home…had finally flaked out. The adapter was providing power, but the router's power light wasn't coming on. The parents will just have to buy a new one at Wal-Mart on the way back from church tomorrow.

Dinner was a roast chicken picked up at Wal-Mart when we stopped for my prescriptions, along with home-made rice, gravy, and salad. It was delicious, and the first meal I've been able to do any justice for the last eight days. I didn't finish everything, but I stopped eating because I was full rather than not being able to stand the food anymore and that's worth a lot.

The parents will be going to bed before too long—and \we're all tired from the day, and I'll be having to get up at the same time they do to eat breakfast with them. So, that's all from here for tonight. Thanks to all of you who have left thoughtful posts worrying about me on the (friends-locked) post where I went into full, exquisite detail about my last week. (If you're not on my friends list, don't worry—you'd probably just think it was TMI anyway.)

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I'm very disappointed in Google that the location link doesn't work

[hyuri.livejournal.com]

I found it easier, when pushing a wheelchair over broken ground, to tip the front wheels off the ground and back it across. Reportedly it was more comfortable as well, but I have no first-hand experience from that end. Downside, it requires that you have someone pushing the chair for you. It was also about the only feasible way to get the damnable thing up stairs.

(Assumption: larger(-diameter) wheels are less likely to get stuck behind things/in cracks, etc., etc..)