It has been exactly one month since my last confession.

So here I am again with the double sided coin of emotions. I’m deeply saddened by the events that have been happening all over the world, from Trump to Brexit to terrorism and everything in between. This post is not going to be about any of that. If you are here it’s likely  you’re aware of my thoughts on those matters.

Life. It continues to move despite all the bullshit. This blog post is for anyone I’ve promised I’m going to have lunch with or meet up with and haven’t yet. My failure to do so has a lot to do with my usual anti-social personality but much more to do with the obstacles life threw at me in the last few months.

Let me get this out of the way. I know I’m lucky. I have a supportive family who has the means to help me get what I need to live the life I want to live. This post is not about how unfair life is or how messed up it is to be me. That’s never been my way. So let’s put that to rest.

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Max Argent. More than meets the eye.

So you know I got a new car. Max Argent. She’s a beast of a vehicle and she’s exactly what I needed to replace Neo who’s retirement was imminent. As you see above Max has a sliding rear door and a ramp that comes right to me. That’s where this tale begins. When I tested the ramp at the dealer in April it was as simple as putting an extra umph in my push and bam, I’m in business. By June that extra umph wasn’t enough. I umphed and pushed and it just wasn’t happening. What should have been a celebration of new things to come was put on hold once again. I tried not to let it slide me into depression, but that was a hard task. I was still reeling from the death of Bella and instead of being out around town I was sitting at my desk with constant reminders of how effed up the world is. But me being me, I did the only thing I knew how to do. I went on a mission to find a solution.

It became abundantly clear that a power chair was in my future. But that solution wasn’t ideal. A power chair would mean my main source of exercise would go away and I’d decline at a faster rate. So I continued to search for an alternative. And found one. In Germany. I’ve got a lot of things to say about how terrible the US is about helping its disabled people live normally but that’s for another day. Luckily we live in a time where getting a German product isn’t impossible.

Alber e-motion Wheels Click on the link if the video isn’t working properly. Or if you want more info.

Introducing: Alber e-motion power add-on wheels. They’re rad. I know this because I tested them yesterday. Essentially what they do is help you push. So when I move my wheels they move them with me, with force. The Force. Turns out it’s with me now. Ha. Anyway. Yesterday I spent a couple hours testing out the power wheels and making sure they work where I need them to. And they do. So I ordered a set. And a new chair to put them on. And in about a month I’ll be back to having that famed choice I spoke about in my last confession.

So to anyone I’ve made promises to, give me just a little more time. I’ll still be more inclined to be anti-social but I’ll have no excuse.

Thanks to anyone who’s continued to follow my journey. Stay tuned for more adventures. Mostly involving this dude right here who will be joining our family next weekend:

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Harley. I can’t stand the cuteness. Can you?