Please forgive the selfie. I hope that what is most noticeable when I go out might happen to be me. I do know that the ever-present wheelchair is quite noticeable, though. It’s rather hard to miss, actually. People look, sometimes stare. I don’t really care anymore. If we make eye contact I’ll smile or say “Hi.” I’ve met, and even helped, some nice people that way.
My guess is the one thing they don’t notice is the cushion. The cushion is responsible for protecting the skin upon which my body sits for hours.
Any wheelie should be doing weight shifts, and I do them faithfully. After the shift, though, it’s back onto the cushion. Sooner or later that thing is going to get dirty.
What happens now? Into the washer it goes! Yes, in the washer! And then it goes in the dryer! The cushion goes back in its cover, and in 2 hours I’m sitting cleanly again.
So there you have it, my friends. The not so thrilling part of life on wheels. The part you don’t see when I’m popping a wheelie or showing off my spins and downhill speeds.
Laundry, it never ends!
(At this point I need to add a disclaimer: A wheelchair cushion should be prescribed for each individual by someone certified to do this. What works for one might not work for someone else. Thanks.)
Thank you for stopping by. I know it was an off the wall topic, but I had the odd notion that it might interest someone once they thought about it. If you have questions please let me know. I always appreciate comments, as well. Yes, those are blue tires and wheels. Just because I wanted some bling.
Picture descriptions: At the top is a large selfie of George. He is in his wheelchair. Blond hair, tinted glasses, blue shirt, and khaki pants. The chair is titanium with blue wheels. Second is the blue and yellow striped cushion with a black cover. Third picture is the wheelchair with the cushion back in it.