Yeah, it sucked pretty bad for her.

Also, perusing your travelling blog, I discover that not only did we live in the same city (Edinburgh) at the same time, we were also both at the 2006 Beltane Fire Festival. Maybe we met! Except, you know, not, because 12,000 people + I spent most of the time huddled in a ball because noise! crowd! people! noise! Fellow autistic people with noise sensitivities, do not go to this ever ever ever. Er, where was I – anyway, I find this a cool coincidence; I don’t often meet people who’ve lived in my various corners of the world online.
.-= Kaz´s last blog ..You are now looking at an Officially Official Aspie (TM) =-.

I’m sorry your friend was in such pain for so long.

I can imagine – a friend of mine was temporarily in a wheelchair because she did something to the ligaments in her knee and she needed help more than a couple times because of some mild hills and stuff (like never having used a wheelchair before – it was a learning experience for us both), and that was hard enough with her being about my size. I can’t trying to push my dad or brother around (I’m approximating from the pic, obviously, but I think they’re probably about Don’s height).

We never find out what happened to my friend’s knee, though – the docs kept saying nothing was wrong, that the CAT/MRI/etc. showed nothing the matter, except she couldn’t put even the slightest weight on it for months. It was over a year before she could use it even enough to press the clutch in a car, and now six years later she still has to take stairs one at a time because she can’t bear her whole weight on that leg with the knee bent even for that length of time.

I mean, other than the hills. They’re apparently easier to do switch back. Needless to say, I tried to power right up them. Ow ow ow ow ow.

I couldn’t imagine the cove would be very wheelchair-friendly – being, you know, a cove and full of rocks and all. And Lunenburg is pretty damn hilly, isn’t it? *has never been there either* I hope you enjoyed yourselves even with the hassle, though.

Of course, it’s a real hassle for wheelchairs – we rented a manual chair that day because the big electric sexy sexy wheelchair of awesome isn’t built to be put in vans (woe is me). So, I pushed Don up and down both hills in Peggy’s Cove, then up and down all of Lunenburg. Then I took a week to recover. Ow!

My parents are out in BC now, on the Island. It’s very nice. They call me every time it snows out here to ask me about the weather, and then laugh.

My parents are meanies. I come by it all honestly.