Part 5. Aftermath

Hello!

Very sorry to keep you waiting for the conclusion of my epic plunge into the depths of a local ditch!

There are a few things that I’d like to point out, so I’ll do a listicle.

  • After I was taken to the hospital, my power chair CJ-3 was returned home. How did this happen? Well, first my mother-in-law won a speed-walk marathon to get to CJ-3, as she was closest. Then my wife arrived, also walking quite quickly from the skytrain station. Then, CJ-3 had to lifted from the path (of downfall) to the highway. Luckily, a police officer had remained at the scene (of downfall) and was able to help my wife maneuver CJ-3 onto the concrete. My wife then drove CJ-3 on the highway, to the closest intersection, crossing over and then headed home. My mother-in-law, was privileged to ride in the backseat of a police cruiser, I think that is off her bucket list too!
  • My wife asked the police to charge me… as a joke. There was laughter I’m sure of it!
  • The next day, I was reading Wikipedia and happened to see an article on Ring Theory, by Susan Silk, and I thought: wow, that is exactly what happened. I crashed, I had a crisis of epic proportions, my wife, mum and mom-in-law were concerned, then others were also concerned. It rippled out. My avoidable accident caused a lot of anxiety.
  • While sitting on the side of the road, with a phalanx of police vehicles, and one fire truck, I thought, as I looked eastward, “So this is what is like to be in an accident! All those people are slowing down to see what happened!” The phrase Rubber-neckers popped into my head!
  • After I was discharged from the hospital, I quickly emailed wheelchair tech support. The joystick arm was badly bent, having taken the blunt of the weight, and the seat might be in need of upgrading. A consultation was arranged, costing me $150, which I paid happily. Within 8 days after, tech came to look at CJ-3. The man ran many tests, even using a jack to lift up CJ-3, gotta see under the machine. He tested the steering and maneuverability, speed, etc. He did this all quietly, he didn’t communicate with me very much. I was DeafBlind. I did try to engage him, with note app, to no avail. When he was almost done, my wife arrived home from work and helped communicate. The tech guy cracked a smile and said to me…

“…there is nothing really wrong with the chair, everything is functioning smoothly. The only thing that needs to be fixed is the joystick arm, which is bent.”

  • Naturally I was shocked! My wife too! We said a pray of thanks while I did a lap to get reacquainted with my wheels. It was astonishing, both myself and CJ-3 were in a serious quagmire, pun intended, yet we both came away unscathed!
  • A week later, tech support sent a quote to have the joystick realigned, fixed: $650. I had been using CJ-3 often since tech looked at it: I liked where the joystick was now, in a more closer position. It feels more structured, more seated. I like the new alignment! So, I turned it down.
  • Finally, the police showcased the accident! Using the hashtag #nocalltoosmall they brought to awareness that every 9-1-1 call is always investigated! My heart and thanks go out to them!

Alright, so that ends the saga of the Ditching of CJ-3! I now go slower, pay more attention, and, when in doubt of the terrain, use a white cane. This is a vital tool that I have started to use again. My depth perception is not good at all, I can hardly see the curb!

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