Oy.

So, I got a new wheelchair in April. Since April, there have been 12, YES, TWELVE service calls for repairs on the chair. Thankfully, they've all been a warranty issue, but still.

So, last night, I am having dinner with my friend, Sissy, and as we are leaving, minding our own business and what not, my chair makes this HORRIBLE screeching sound, and a loud snapping sound. Oh, shit. THAT cannot be good! Several people get out their cell phones, and start looking around for anything that might have come disconnected. No luck. Everything is still connected to where it should be connected, yet my joystick is lit up like a Christmas tree. There is a little picture of a wrench, which is the polite way of my chair letting me know that, well, I am SOL.

The problem? Well, I gotta get home. I am immobile without my one-seater cadillac, as I like to call it. Help me, Jesus. 

So, we call the fire department. Thankfully, this time, my ass is not exposed. They come. They're not cute, by the way. Cute firemen only come to the rescue in the movies. These men are looking at my chair the way new fathers look at a diaper that they have to put on their child for the first time. Yep. They are clueless. Then, one of them speaks! "Well, this light right here is flashing. So, there is some sort of problem." I start applauding. I inform him that he is a quick study.

So, they help me to my car...but they can't help me once I get to my apartment, because, well, that is out of their jurisdiction. Fantastic. Really. That's just outstanding. My friend just kind of rolls her eyes a bit, but then she follows me home. Thankfully, I have an old chair as a back up. She just has to get the dead chair out of my car, and the back up chair from my bedroom, outside, and into my car so that I can navigate. I am seriously so thankful for the old standby. Without it, I would be up a creek, not even being able to go to the bathroom. I have been down that road. I do NOT wish to revisit that avenue ANY TIME SOON.

So, as I wait for a new motor to be ordered and put on my chair, I am so, so thankful that I was not by myself when this happened. Jesus provided. He definitely heard my heart's plea, and I am thankful.