Well, guess what? I've slid forward, sometimes even sideways to the left. So it hasn't made for a peaceful start of adjusting or a comfortable one. I've so wanted to trade seats. I'm just about to the point where I'll do it for tomorrow. Heck, I have a long day at school and I want to be comfortable. So sue me fer being stubborn about the chair.
I hate being a pain, but this is my body and independence we're talking about. I have to be in the Rainbow Serpent about 15 hours a day, and I dang well better be comfy. Yet be able to shift to stay comfy.
Yeah. I named my wheelchair. Kinda surprised me because I have never named any of my appliances or modern day conveniences. The only things I've named are my stuffed animales (spanish spelling; I'm eccentric, bear with me). But, for some reason at therapy while I watching Gina and an aide fiddle with the back, I suddenly got a good look at the design on the wheelchair. It's shiny, like a snakeskin, I thought. In the next moment "Rainbow Reptile" popped into my head. The frame is black with rainbow irridescence speckled over it.
"I like Rainbow Serpent better," Mom said a few hours later at dinner. (The irridescence also reminded her of snakes.) Thus, it is now the Rainbow Serpent.
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