Four Days in a Chair (Part 2) Day 1

Well it's almost 3 p.m. I've been in this wheelchair all day. I just went for a walk/roll. Initially I was going to go all the way downtown, however it was much harder than I ever imagined. My arms were killing me and the slightest irregularity in the pavement made it even harder. Plus it was really cold out.

I noticed how people looked at me. Those driving either didn't look or they smiled. Why smile I wonder?

I'm glad no one offered me help. I think that I would have been even more embarrassed.
Yes it's true, I'm embarrassed. I hate drawing attention to myself and everyone notices a wheelchair. There is something about a wheelchair that says permanent disability, at least to me. I know it isn't true but that feeling is there.

Another thing I've heard at least twice is that I look like a bum. Granted I'm wearing a black knit hat and a rain coat, however I wear that outfit a lot and no one has ever said anything about me being a bum. So what is it about wheelchairs and black knit caps that make people think of bums? I see it too. I look at myself and I think I look like a bum. Why?

Right now I'm debating whether or not I should go get food. I'm really hungry but I'm even more embarrassed to be seen in the sub. That is really really lame.

You need to be tough to be in a chair.