Catching The Rhythm

I wake early as usual. It’s still there, squatting in the corner, a malignant black and chrome goblin, its red handles turned back like goat horns. It’s only a wheelchair but I loathe it.

It arrived...when was it? Oh, I don’t remember now. Rosie the physiotherapist brought it in.

‘Your chariot awaits’ she trilled. ‘This one’s been specially tailored for you.’

‘Specially tailored for you’ the words sounded ominous. ‘Why?’ I asked. ‘I won’t need it for ever. I’ll be walking before long...won’t I?’

‘I’m sure you will’ Rosie soothed,‘but it takes time you know. You’ll be more comfortable in your own chair rather than the small hospital one’.

 

After breakfast, Rosie pushes me down to the gym. The chair smoothes silently over the lino floors. Once I’m in it I feel as though it will never let me out. I’m almost sure the footrests will snap over and shackle me for ever. I know I’m being fanciful but it’s how I feel about the thing.

In the gym, Rosie and Karen, her helper, manoeuvre me on to the bench.

‘Sit up straight Kate, look up, look at me’ Rosie encourages as I try to hold myself upright. I push on my arms as she tells me but it’s exhausting. They cat...

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Sheila Williams
May 13 2020

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Faultless: I absolutely loved this; it felt very real.

Rod Webb
Jul 21 2020