Comfy

My wheelchair with the seat cushion my husband bought for it is comfortable. Very. We’ve been at Busch Gardens since they opened this morning. My wonderful husband wheels me around to shady places to relax in while he and A ride the rides. She went on her first rollercoaster today! I’m so proud of her.

This wheelchair is comfortable. My husband got me leg/foot rests, a cup and phone holder, and two storage bags. I brought my Kindle with me, and I have been reading all day. When I’m not reading, I’m writing. I’ve made great progress in the book I’m working on. I feel so inspired.

My current favorite reads are a book on cell communication and an anthology of experimental writing from the South. The anthology is absolutely inspiring. There have been a few pieces in it I haven’t enjoyed, but there have been others that awakened my higher senses. The book on cell and microbe communication is thrilling, to say the least. I find that stuff fascinating.

The wheelchair is having an interesting effect I did not expect. I haven’t been anxious at all or had a mood swing in the loud, crowded theme park all day. I feel safe and invisible in my wheelchair. I am anxiety free. It is truly strange. Normally a day at Busch Gardens this long would be a pretty bad day for me. Panic attacks and mood swings would be big. But off my hurting, damaged ankle, in a comfy chair steered by someone I trust more than anyone else in the world, I am at happy equilibrium. No anxiety at all. Happy mood all day. The whole family is having fun. I feel enclosed and safe. The normal overwhelm I feel in super crowded places is completely absent.

Day one of vacation has been sublime!