I CAN’T GET OUT OF MY DAMN KITCHEN. SEND HELP.
Okay, not really. I’m not actually trapped in my kitchen. But this picture pretty much sums up my experience trying to navigate my house in a wheelchair. Wahhhh.
we're the family they warned you about.
Hey it’s Laura
girl I feel the same damn way I’m on crutches and can’t get it through my house gracefully…
Oh, girl – how are you doing? We should get together with our crutches. I can hobble around on mine too, but only for a few steps. My “good” foot is so sore too – and my butt – and my shoulder. Ugh!