Scoot scoot

For the first time since August 2020 I have been able to use my mobility scooter. And let me tell you it was the most glorious thing.

Since July I’ve been feeling like I might be well enough to get back behind the wheel, so to speak. But I have been in this game long enough to know that you don’t act on those feelings until you have been feeling that way for sometime.

So rather than jumping on my scooter back in July I waited until I had been feeling like I was well enough to use it for a few months.

I’ve spoken before about how one has to be well enough to use any kind of mobility aid. For the most part mobility aids can do nothing to help of people living with a condition like M.E. They are simply too unwell to use them.

Let’s take a mobility scooter for example. It is issues with cognitive function that makes using this mobility aid impossible for many people. The concentration needed to steer, to navigate the terrain, to maintain a steady speed… My husband and I have had occasions where my function has dwindled while out on my scooter meaning he has had to freewheel me back to the car with me slumped against him having lost the ability to manoeuvre the scooter by myself. This is why I have to be as confident as I ever can be, that my body is able to cope with using my scooter.

One also has to be physically able to use a mobility scooter. My arms must be strong enough to be outstretched and holding the handlebars, my core and my neck must be strong enough to remain upright.

One of the biggest issues is that I don’t do so well if I can’t have my feet up and so again this all needs to be taken into consideration before even turning the key on the scooter.

But at the end of September, I was confident that my body was now back in a place where it could handle my scooter. And so I did something that I have been waiting to do for the last two years and I got to ‘walk’ side by side with my husband again, rather than be wheeled infront of him in my wheelchair, or miss out completely because 95% of the time I wasn’t well enough to sit upright in a wheelchair and cope with the movement of it.

Scooter days are the happiest of days.

Published by Anna Redshaw

Blogging about life in the slow lane with an invisible, chronic illness. I wasn't always a sick chick so this is somewhat of a life changing experience!

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