Misadventures in MS
You would have been sooo proud of me. See, this past fall, I
was out using my off-road wheelchair exploring the trails near my house. Dirt
trails. Clogged with leaves. And tree roots. And precipitous drop-offs on
either side. Technically not quite cliffs or chasms—only four or five feet at most—but
for someone using a wheelchair it was basically SKIRTING DEATH. And I was doing
it with aplomb, with little assist from Laura. Until we reached a crossroads.
OF DEATH.
To the right, a gorge (aka, small ditch). To the left,
a steep ravine (aka, small sloped drop-off). And across the path lay an
impassable impediment (aka, large tree root). To advance, the only choice was
to skirt the tree root OF DEATH to the left, placing my wheelchair dangerously
off-camber on the lip of the ravine OF DEATH to avoid the gorge OF DEATH on the
right. Given my history, we know how this would ordinarily play out. But I was
a changed man.
I was newly older (50) and presumably newly wiser (jesus,
I made it to 50). Plus, I was flush with new-found knowledge that some
followers of ActiveMSers subscribe to the WWDD (What Would Dave Do) mantra. I certainly
did not want to encourage my virtual friends to do anything moronic that could
result in an unplanned ER visit. So I did the unthinkable. I turned to Laura to
tell her that it was time to turn around. That maybe we should exercise
caution. Me.
“Oh hells yeah, we totally got this” was all I was
able to make out from Laura as my wheelchair lurched forward like it was a
football sled being propelled by the front four of the ’85 Chicago Bears… being chased
by bees. Before I could fully express my uncertainty about this rash, Dave-like
decision, we were already at Mach 2 and fully committed. What could possibly go
wrong?
Now I’m always one to explore possibilities. I’m
just a curious dude. But the bottom of a ravine OF DEATH is not an area that
ranks highly on areas I’d like to explore. And yet, as I was looking up admiring
the trees—as I was sliding down into the ravine OF DEATH on my back—it dawned
on me that I shouldn’t prejudge. Once I took stock of my new surroundings, I
was relieved to discover how wrong I was. It was just a regular ravine, as I
was still alive. And apparently, unbelievably, uninjured. No bones sticking out,
gashes in flesh, internal injuries that would require a helicopter evacuation
and immediate surgery. Nothing. Just that I was now at the bottom of a ravine.
On my back.
I was relieved. Oh wait, bad choice of words. Because
panicking when one has multiple sclerosis can conjure up the need to relieve
oneself. So naturally I now had to pee. And poop. And I was at the bottom of a
ravine. On my back.
Thankfully, by the grace of all that is holy, a jogger
came by at that moment. We were saved! He looked down at the woman tending to
her disabled husband and his tipped over wheelchair, paused briefly, then realized
either a) he was dropping out of the cardio zone or b) the frozen pizza he was
cooking in the oven back at home was going to burn and light the house on fire.
He jogged on. Meanwhile, I was still at the bottom of a ravine. Still on my
back. And frustratingly out of my cardio zone.
Then Barbara, a neighbor, happened to stroll up, or
stroll down as the case may be.
“Looks like you could use some help.” She was keenly
observant. The wheelchair was quickly righted. With Barbara pushing, Laura
pulling, and me cranking, we crested the ravine on the first try. It was almost
too easy. Even my bathroom issues had dissipated.
“Again!” I hollered. The women were not amused. Is
there a lesson in all of this, other than watching your purported caregiver—who
predicts 99.9% of your moves correctly—like a hawk? I mean, other than to avoid
ravines, both ravines OF DEATH or pedestrian ravines. Absolutely.
Comments
Thanks for keeping people like me motivated!
In any event, very happy you emerged relatively unscathed.
AMF
What do you mean? An African or European swallow?
Congrats on crossing the "Ravine of DEATH!!!"
BRAVE BRAVE Sir DAVID!! :)
Thankyou for your beautiful write up... you made my day and you made my PPMS put on its no no fear cape and want to scream woohoo go you