Personal Essay

Red Tape, Duct Tape: The Unexpected Saga of Getting and Keeping My Wheelchair

I was thoroughly burrowed in my bed when a familiar ache started creeping up the backs of my thighs. I had spent the day stretching out my contracted muscles, and they were pissed. If I didn’t take something soon, I would be awake in a few hours with pain too excruciating to fall back asleep.… Continue reading Red Tape, Duct Tape: The Unexpected Saga of Getting and Keeping My Wheelchair