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The Frustrations of a Broken Wheelchair
I’m telling you, robotic legs can’t get here soon enough.
Or some sort of synthetic or bio-technical series of neural relays to bypass or serve in place of damaged spinal tissue.
Or a viable stem cell treatment to reverse the long-term paralysis caused by spinal cord injuries.
Or commercially available Iron-Man suits, minus the weapons systems (which I would use for good at first, but for sure would end up using for personal gain).
Why do I bring this up?
As I write this, I’m currently sitting in my backup wheelchair. There’s a reason why I only use it when I’m forced to.
My backup wheelchair sucks.
It’s twelve years old. The tires are bald. The front wheels wobble and make a dull clicking noise when I move. One of the rims is warped, so the brake on that side doesn’t work half the time (and even then, it barely does its job), and the seat cushion is broken down and has a hole in it.
It’s also more difficult to push because the push-rims are too close to the tires and are littered with tears and holes in the outer rubber coating. This also means it’s harder to slow down if I get going down a hill.
