I just . . . I can’t even. . . . WTF, people, WTF? I’m incoherent with frustration. At. The. End. Of. My. Rope.
Spent all of Monday going to people who built it. SAID they fixed it. Brought it home. Plugged it in. Next morning, dead. DEAD!
They are offering another solution that I don’t think will work. Don’t know what to do. Beside myself.
If there was any other freakin’ option for a powerchair that can handle rural conditions and doesn’t cost as much as a sporty new SUV, I would take it. AUGH!
I don’t want advice, I just want to vent. I just want to be able to take Barnum for walks!!! Why should that be so frickin’ hard?!?!?! AUGH!!!
For now, I’m sleeping on it. I have some ideas for gathering more information, too.
I’m overloaded with too many other things to work on right now, anyway — training Barnum, various writing projects, NVC homework — so it will just sit there like a useless behemoth until I decide what to do next. That is all.
- Sharon, the muse of Gadget (her old chair worked for me), and Barnum, SDiT (why don’t you take me to the pond anymore?)
P.S. AUGH! AUUUUUUUUUUGH! AAAARRRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!