Mark it down, June 4th 2019, Natty gets a wheelchair.

It’s a manual one, and really it’s just on loan. I’m not sure how long they expect me to have it, but I’m not planning on giving it back.

I spent 2+ hours being fitted for a power chair, and cruising around a bit, but I won’t have that for a while. If I weren’t so ultra-depressed about the whole thing, I could admit it’s pretty cool.

But I can’t do that. No matter how great the chair might be, it’s not walking, it’s not running, it doesn’t come naturally, and I can’t like it.