My blogging is lagging.. 1st the Chair

I haven't been putting too many thoughts to paper ( so to speak) lately. It is not that I have lost my command of the language or have lost the power to write, it is just there is so much to think about. Here of late, I have had to make more decisions either immediate or what if....

I am negotiating with the Scooter Store, who in turn is representing me with Medicare so I can have a power wheelchair. Gads, I have mentioned this possibility often enough in the past few months this idea should not come as a complete surprise. Mercy on poor me, what a convoluted spectacle this process has become! I went on the internet to the Scooter Store web site and filled out a form to have a representative contact me. Well, let me tell you, a very pleasant lady called me and asked a few pertinent questions ( I suppose pertinent to them) and told me that someone by the name of Michael, a seating specialist would be calling me. A seating specialist?????Be patient, dear friend, I shall explain. The answer should be obvious, duh, but I was totally confused.

Michael, a very pleasant young man, arrived on the designated date. He is a seating specialist. He measured me sitting. From hip to knee, from shoulder to waist, from hip to hip. What size shoes I wear? How tall am I? Even what do I weigh?(Lie or just the facts?) What can I say, I have big feet and rarely wear shoes because my feet are in a constant state of swell. I have no idea how tall I am anymore, when I stand my knees are in a constant state of bend. We did the best guesstamation we could... what size shoe should I wear and if I could how tall am I stretched up to my maximum height.

Michael finally measured my door openings. Alas! they really are narrow aren't they? Yep, I live in a narrow mobile home, almost miniature.
Apparently there is is certain type of wheelchair recommended for MS patients and dang it, we will have to improvise. Improvise, if need be, I have to get off of my feet! I can no longer abide the pain and embarrassment of trying to creep along hoping I don't have an oops or, god forbid, fall flat!

Anyway, conclusions were drawn and Michael departed. I next went to my family physician for a prescription for the Chair. The next step was to talk to Henry at Scooter Store headquarters about said papers and what was next. Before you know it someone else in ringing and asking if I am going to need a lift for the car. Would be nice, however, Medicare won't contribute to the cost. Supposedly one has to be in need for a Chair in one's home. Medicare feels we have no need to take it by car anywhere. We also have Tricare and they will pay 75 percent of the cost, blah, blah, blah. No lift right now, just the Chair.

My next stop is to the Physical Therapist along with Michael(the seating expert). I have a chronic illness and it is Scooter Store's policy to have a Chair evaluation. What? Why? Don't ask, I haven't gotten a straight answer but, believe me, I plan on getting a satisfactory one before this is all over. After all is said and done, the recommendations are presented to Scooter Store's medical board and then, and only then, will I get a Chair. Whew! I am exhausted with still too much on my mind.
Talk at ya later.