Home Now
Mace it home. The ride home seemed to bear even more chill in the air this afternoon. My face and hands and upper legs feel the chill of the air and I don’t want my power chair on number four speed because the cracks in the sidewalk hurt my bottom sometimes. I could feel the bumps more than usual and there are places my power chair needs to be on speed one and two in my driving routine both ways, especially while under the train tracks and crossing the bridge on Center Avenue. The bridge that is above the Rock River has two places I have driven over on speed one for my safety and unsecured mind. I don’t want my power chair to fall off the curb into Center Avenue with cars going forty to forty-five miles an hour. My power chair will be in damaged, and I would be a dead or very injured woman. There is no way in hell, excuse my word here, Jesus, is my life going to be over before 2024 gets here. Not my destiny anyway. I “wanna” live, Jesus, Amen!” “You died for me so I can live, Jesus!”
Noe that I am home, I am getting ready to have my snacks and waters by my bed, and I am heading to bed without fail. I am tired, unhappy about how Veyo has done their job in finding a ride for me, now with Christmas a few hours away, and a lunch for all the tenants from 11 to 1 PM on Christmas Day. I am having my dinner brought up by MH, my next-door neighbor I have deemed my daughter and friend. She helps DH and JP with some of load of making sure I get downstairs and watch for more my ride. What good it did for today, though, right? Yeah, right! Veyo has pissed me off for the last time.
