The Saga of the Wandering Footrest

As a wheelchair user, I’ve had many experiences regarding my wheelchair that eventually turn into funny stories. Well, guess what it’s story time.

Let me set the scene. It’s a Friday afternoon I’m in my living room enjoying my rewatch of Criminal Minds (falling more in love with Emily Prentiss) and then out of nowhere my footrest falls out from under me, clattering to the floor, leaving my foot to hang there aimlessly.

Once my heart recovered from the shock of the loud noise, my mom quickly got to work reattaching my footrest because clearly, she’s Superwoman. We went to dinner with family when we left the restaurant my footrest was still attached to Ruby (my chair). By the time I arrived home Ruby had only one footrest again.

My mom used her super powers once again, and configured a makeshift left footrest out of a fanny pack. This helped take some pressure of my leg.

Through two different retracing of our route we couldn’t find the footrest. This leaves two options for where it could have wandered off to. A portal opened up in the middle of the road and swallowed up my footrest, and transported it to the playroom of a baby bigfoot.

The next afternoon a trip to the store required another retracing of our steps. And guess what? We found my footrest! So, thank you for baby bigfoot for getting bored of your new toy, and giving me my footrest back.

-Carson