Well, from that point on, my wheelchair cushion just did no good at all. I was in constant pain because my butt hurt bad all the time. No amount of shifting position helped. I was in constant misery, and therefore didn't care about anything at all. The Metro Access ride home from church today was particularly bumpy and, by the time I'd arrived home I'd decided just to buy a new cushion.
But, thing is, this one is top of the line and cost $160.00.
So I got my current care manager, Experience, (yes, that is her real name) to check the current pad. Turns out Rahella had put it upside-down in the cover, and I had been sitting, not on a cushion, but on a hard piece of wood.
Anyway, I now feel fine. The experience (experience, not Experience) sure did make me appreciate the bravery of all those folks who are in constant pain.
I knew I was at the point of no return when I watched a movie about cute little animals in the jungle yesterday and I found myself rooting for the predators.
But pythons gotta live too, you know?!

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