Accessibility… Meet the Prefix *In!*

Today was a celebratory day, nine months for Steven and I. Most of it was awesome! We went out to dinner at Casey’s, and then I suggested checking out the karaoke place he spoke of. Most of that was ok too…. key word, most… not all! So, after some pepsi’s, and Steven singing four songs, and me singing two, we thought about heading home… fine, dandy…

First we needed to use the facilities… thus us were the rant begins! Steven wheels me to where the washrooms are, and we figure out I can’t fit with my wheelchair into the narrow hallway where the washroom is… really? Everything else seems accessible enough, but that isn’t?

May I add, as soon as I stood up, that triggered my knee to throb, and trigger quite a hefty series of spasms thereafter. This, mind you was before I evenĀ made it to the washroom. Steven had to assist me in getting to, and into theĀ *girls* washroom. Why? All because of inaccessibility in that area. This, of course made my knee far worse… not impressed!

I’m home now, but as a result of this inaccessibility, I’m using my wheelchair… even in my bedroom. Knee hurts too much to even think of trying to walk with crutches, let alone independently. I’m now in pain because of this… thank you Caco’s for an excellent evening of karaoke, and having the shittiest setup for your washrooms… that is all!

Now, I’m done!