I'm in extreme pain from hitting some hard parking lot potholes in my scooter today that should have been fixed, definitely not ADA compliant. A car could handle it, but even the big scooter, hell no, and no way around it. I couldn't figure out why the severe extra pain when I ate at friends' house today--at their home, comfortably, I shouldn't have had extra pain. So extra pain meds and a nap because the fatigue with it was so severe. These things rattle my bones and muscles too much.
Anyway, I had an extended strange dream probably resulting from the stresses of being out in the world on a wheelchair. In one part, I was trying to get to a doctor's office for an urgent issue--there was but one curb cut, and a store in the same strip had put out a row of signs and potted plants so that I couldn't steer past and get to where I needed to go. This actually is not an unusual occurrence, though the typical offender is something like a wayward chair at an outdoor cafe and no one around to retrieve it, a large sandwich board, sales racks or tables.
In another part of the dream, some mean woman I'll call wheelchair bitch got in my chair when I left it momentarily to open a door and ask for assistance. Then wheelchair bitch wouldn't get out when I turned around but twirled gleefully on my swivel seat. Somehow in the dream I had the physical strength to snatch her up and smack her to the ground and wheel away. My husband worried she was hurt, but I said, "nah, she's faking it." Sure enough she kept popping up everywhere because it turns out she wasn't wheelchair bitch but wheelchair demon. I'm pretty sure this section of the dream was sponsored by suppressed anger. A couple of parents on the volleyball team, were making fun of the way I was sitting last night, I guess not realizing their voices are perfectly acoustically channeled down from the top bleacher to everyone. So I'm sure everyone else thinks highly of them now (sarcasm, there's a line and I think most people get it). (My hands were braced just under my knees because of pain--"she looks like she doesn't have any arms when she sits like that"--then legs up on the riser behind because I got prodromal and truly almost passed out from pain, world started seeming weirdly far away/out of perspective, it's been a while.)
And then in the dream I went to my old ballet class in my scooter and was trying to figure out how to park myself along the wall where everyone leaves their stuff. That was sponsored by actually trying out dancing in my scooter. I found out I can do this, but it's frustrating that I can't "hop" forward in little bursts--sometime I should see if the dealer can change the reactiveness so there's not so much delay. I don't have slow reflexes and it takes forever to get it going sometime. So apparently Grace won't lurch even when I want her to, but proceeds (starts/stops) smoothly.