O.K. So on Monday I had an “accident.” Still suffering from it. I was trying to get into my Church for Mass, and the outer doors into the corridor that leads into the Church are not disabled friendly. In fact they are illegal. They do not comply with either the Building Regulations or the Law.
So, there I was, in my power chair, blind, but wanting to get into Church for Mass. I need to be there. It is contact with people, for me, which I have very little of.
So, I approach the doors, which are huge heavy double doors, and as I get to them I stop, think for a minute how to open them. I know that the only way to do it is to guide my power chair in with my left hand on the jotstick whuch is on the right hand side of my power chair, and pull the right hand doir open with my right hand. The left hand door actually is fixed and does not open. Sooooo, I get this big heavy door part open but my arm will not stretch far enough to get it fully open. Never mind – I angle my power chair a little bit diagonally and then guide it through with my left hand, which is stretched across my body. Get the picture? No, I know, it’s hard.
At a certain point I have to let go of this right hand door to allow myself to move forwards. This I do, but SUDDENLY I find myself spinning at breakneck speed round to the left. I do an almost 180 degree turn, crashing into a metal sign board as I do. I am not sure where I end up, but I let out a HUGE yell as I hit the sign board. My body is always in pain anyway, so this is NOT good news. I am stunned for a few minutes, and do not quite know how I am going to get out of this mess. But my yell is enough to wake the dead, so someone eventually arrives from inside the Church, asking if I am okay. NO I AM NOT!
Well, I spend the rest of the day in shock. We report the accident to the priest, who says he will write it in the accident book!
Then, I am left. Just to get on with it.
I have had a week of bad pain, plus nervous shock. So if my poetry seems a bit black or “down” that is why. I am pissed off, fed up, and feeling angry and sorry for myself. No one from the Church, least of all the priest, has been by.
Sorry for the rant!